<?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-23464424</id><updated>2011-11-18T01:28:53.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i don't grow up?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5981326988087193467</id><published>2008-07-05T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:00:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duno duno duno</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this tot has been running in my head for the past 2 yrs and 9 months. I shouldnt have dragged it for so long to come to this conclusion. Now, im only being sucked deeper and deeper into the trap. Everytime i will be so sure, so confident, so determined to get out of it once and for all. But as always, i was hoping for miracles. A miracle just to prove that im wrong, so that i can convince myself to have faith. But of course, reality only have shit and no miracles. I duno what i should do now, i duno, i really duno. Can someone help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5981326988087193467?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5981326988087193467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5981326988087193467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5981326988087193467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5981326988087193467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/07/duno-duno-duno.html' title='duno duno duno'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-6310883347459442378</id><published>2008-06-30T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:41:42.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just had a fight with WJ over my job and pay again.&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-6310883347459442378?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/6310883347459442378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=6310883347459442378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6310883347459442378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6310883347459442378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-had-fight-with-wj-over-my-job-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7390076071453645803</id><published>2008-06-30T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:30:39.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wo hui lai le!</title><content type='html'>Yo hello everybody im back!!&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to Brother oh!&lt;br /&gt;Heard from YK you went to bintan ar? So good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laopo and laogong must be on the way back from batam too!! WIth u these 2 crazy girls, the trip must be ultra fun!! Too bad i couldnt make it. =( I sooooooo wanna go too! but WJ couldnt go, and he wont let me go without him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so desprate for a Holiday now then even a cruise is oso fine, genting oso can, even sentosa i oso dun mind lor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these few weeks haven been really busy, but all the past weekends is burned going to family events, birthdays la, man yue etc. But all thanks to that i get to spend plenty of quality time with WJ too. And maybe due to seeing him too much, I event dreamt of him while he is just beside me!! But the dream wasnt good la. In the dream he fell from somewhere high, puked blood and face went black. I tot he was going to die, and was crying even after i woke up. But fell alseep soon after, cos too tired le .... whahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7390076071453645803?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7390076071453645803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7390076071453645803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7390076071453645803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7390076071453645803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/06/wo-hui-lai-le.html' title='wo hui lai le!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-2877540610045225059</id><published>2008-05-19T03:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T04:14:05.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back</title><content type='html'>Yes yes ... thanks to my dearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Djohan&lt;/span&gt; ... now i finally remember that i actually still DO have a blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last post, lots of things had happened. Some good some bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long story short, I graduated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Orita&lt;/span&gt; Sinclair and got myself a job at an (really really small) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;advertising&lt;/span&gt; and design company. Struggling there for about 1.5 months to date, and is contemplating the idea of quitting. And lastly, nearly say bye bye to my dearest dear, due to emotions breakdown. (But thank God i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't!!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe stress has been taking a toll on me. Dearest dear say i might be having depression. But i hope not. Salary is not even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;enuff&lt;/span&gt; for me to go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;consultation&lt;/span&gt;, let alone the medication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-2877540610045225059?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/2877540610045225059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=2877540610045225059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2877540610045225059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2877540610045225059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='Im Back'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5400337040095062669</id><published>2008-05-19T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:55:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something random</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php'" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5400337040095062669?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5400337040095062669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5400337040095062669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5400337040095062669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5400337040095062669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-random.html' title='something random'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7795103252921996746</id><published>2008-02-01T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T02:25:08.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Video Project</title><content type='html'>while waiting for my video to render ... let me do a little blogging ...&lt;br /&gt;the thought of doing this video makes my blood boil ... so hope this ranting will let me cool down a bit and continue with the nonsense later through the sleepless night ...&lt;br /&gt;I know im not going to do well for this module lor ...&lt;br /&gt;but ... PLEASE ... I hope ... i pray ... i cross my fingers ... i touch all the wood around me ... i kneel down and beg ... PLEASE ... dun let me fail this module!&lt;br /&gt;I dun mind getting a bad grade ... as long as i dun have to go through this shitty work again ...&lt;br /&gt;Jass has got all my admiration for her patience of doing her video again and again for so many times ... *salute*&lt;br /&gt;But for me ... one time is enuff to kill ...&lt;br /&gt;So please! just let me get a pass! ... hack about all those grades la ...&lt;br /&gt;Damn ... the rendering is done ... ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Back to work*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7795103252921996746?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7795103252921996746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7795103252921996746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7795103252921996746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7795103252921996746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupid-video-project.html' title='Stupid Video Project'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-2566568388553991811</id><published>2008-01-27T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T04:03:55.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuan yuan</title><content type='html'>SORRY ELAINE FOR BEING UNABLE TO STAY AT YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sure you guys sure had fun anyway right?! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YK&lt;/span&gt; ... Sorry Elaine ... for being such a lousy friend ... always missing at the wrong time ... and especially during special moments like this!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt; chi ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xia&lt;/span&gt; bu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;YK&lt;/span&gt; .. i owe you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sashimi&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; hug ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; ... repay you next time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;! went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wj&lt;/span&gt; house for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tuan&lt;/span&gt; yuan fan today ... very very early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tuan&lt;/span&gt; yuan fan!!! cos his brother and family is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; next week ... so must eat before they go abroad. Frankly speaking this is the first time i go his house eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tuan&lt;/span&gt; yuan fan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;! although this is gonna be the third &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; we are spending together. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;shan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;zhen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt; but this is one of the best meals that i had for a very long time. makes me feels like part of the family *heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;swell&lt;/span&gt;*. Like i always say, things can always change. we might be like this for now, but who knows what will happen next. so for that moment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just glad to be there, to be invited and be part of them. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-2566568388553991811?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/2566568388553991811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=2566568388553991811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2566568388553991811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2566568388553991811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuan-yuan.html' title='tuan yuan'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-6208237289110332614</id><published>2008-01-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:04:56.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year is coming!</title><content type='html'>just came back from chinatown with Mr Chin ...&lt;br /&gt;Despite carrying a huge bag and jostleing with the crowd, i really like the atmostphere there!&lt;br /&gt;All the new year songs and decoration pieces on sales just make it seems that new year is not 2 weeks away but now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want CNY to come now! but before that ... shopping for clothes first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5YTTOx_jlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/UX0XajGUeNs/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158331644305706578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5YTTOx_jlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/UX0XajGUeNs/s320/DSC01630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5YTTux_jmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/FMdyKEMqMzQ/s1600-h/DSC01631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158331652895641186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5YTTux_jmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/FMdyKEMqMzQ/s320/DSC01631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5YTTux_jnI/AAAAAAAAAjs/VOSgBvQLzfY/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158331652895641202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5YTTux_jnI/AAAAAAAAAjs/VOSgBvQLzfY/s320/DSC01632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a bag for mummy and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5YTk-x_joI/AAAAAAAAAj0/jWwAq3-1qRE/s1600-h/DSC01636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158331949248384642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5YTk-x_joI/AAAAAAAAAj0/jWwAq3-1qRE/s400/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually a doll with soil and seed!&lt;br /&gt;So im gonna water it later and wait for his "hair" to grow ... haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-6208237289110332614?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/6208237289110332614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=6208237289110332614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6208237289110332614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6208237289110332614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-is-coming.html' title='new year is coming!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5YTTOx_jlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/UX0XajGUeNs/s72-c/DSC01630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7491964524502605396</id><published>2008-01-21T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:04:03.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was actually doing my flash portfolio ...&lt;br /&gt;but apparently im distracted easily ...&lt;br /&gt;so here i am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been really busy since last thursday ...&lt;br /&gt;running around borrowing eqiupement for video shoot ...&lt;br /&gt;then doing the actual shooting at my house ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then running around again to get program for editting and stuff ...&lt;br /&gt;i tell you ... filming is really tough work man!&lt;br /&gt;hope grada dun reject my work! *cross fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5RyGux_jAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/SSp060RscUI/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157872933208558594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5RyGux_jAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/SSp060RscUI/s320/DSC01613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy! sacrifcing image for my work ... *gan dong*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5RyCex_i_I/AAAAAAAAAew/jJkYy8aWJjA/s1600-h/DSC01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157872860194114546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5RyCex_i_I/AAAAAAAAAew/jJkYy8aWJjA/s320/DSC01611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;touching up ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5RxpOx_i9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/SOWkNgI0Omg/s1600-h/DSC01609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157872426402417618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5RxpOx_i9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/SOWkNgI0Omg/s320/DSC01609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hassle of shooting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5Rxpex_i-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/YUilWan74-U/s1600-h/DSC01610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157872430697384930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5Rxpex_i-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/YUilWan74-U/s320/DSC01610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie jie is like the professional make up artist ... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you everyone for helping me with this project. especially baobei weishan! thank you for running around with me hor ... without you i will really die ... muackz! love you! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on saturday, went to my laogong JieLun's concert. Surprisingly i wasnt really in the mood to go due to all the heavy work!! But is my laogong's concert le ... how can i dun go ... later he sad how ... haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R2xOx_jCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/yVMgompTeBQ/s1600-h/IMG_9584_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157878061399510050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R2xOx_jCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/yVMgompTeBQ/s320/IMG_9584_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's this big gong zai of him outside the stadium. i wanna bring it home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R2xOx_jDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ROYY3s42ulc/s1600-h/IMG_9612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157878061399510066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R2xOx_jDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ROYY3s42ulc/s320/IMG_9612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at the crowd! it looks even better with the lights off and glowing lightsticks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R2--x_jEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/c7LS4CkoKhw/s1600-h/IMG_9593_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157878297622711362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R2--x_jEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/c7LS4CkoKhw/s320/IMG_9593_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love Jay hands provided by starhub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R2_Ox_jFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ZAmIcx9-Umw/s1600-h/IMG_9597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157878301917678674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R2_Ox_jFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ZAmIcx9-Umw/s320/IMG_9597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kexin with her zai pai dong zuo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3MOx_jGI/AAAAAAAAAfk/_qVdt7jm1hE/s1600-h/IMG_9600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157878525255978082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3MOx_jGI/AAAAAAAAAfk/_qVdt7jm1hE/s320/IMG_9600_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty da jie weilih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3Mux_jHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/yICqVZaEaFs/s1600-h/IMG_9601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157878533845912690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3Mux_jHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/yICqVZaEaFs/s320/IMG_9601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my jay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3uux_jKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5YMRVJ9v7BY/s1600-h/IMG_9590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157879117961464994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3uux_jKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5YMRVJ9v7BY/s320/IMG_9590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3u-x_jLI/AAAAAAAAAgM/b0sry3vyJKc/s1600-h/IMG_9619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157879122256432306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3u-x_jLI/AAAAAAAAAgM/b0sry3vyJKc/s320/IMG_9619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam whoring before the concert starts ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3aex_jII/AAAAAAAAAf0/8tBfro5cZ7c/s1600-h/IMG_9615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157878770069113986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3aex_jII/AAAAAAAAAf0/8tBfro5cZ7c/s320/IMG_9615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3aex_jJI/AAAAAAAAAf8/FfkgMa1IFyI/s1600-h/IMG_9616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157878770069114002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R3aex_jJI/AAAAAAAAAf8/FfkgMa1IFyI/s320/IMG_9616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting: THE-MOST-UNGENTLEMENT-AND-SICKING-GUY-WHO-NEARLY-SPOILS-OUR-DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah! This idiotic guy who tried getting into our picture here, requested us to stick our butts onto our seats during the show. Simply because he tot he was watching some classic music concert and that everyone else jumping and cheering along in the indoor stadium is uncivilised and rude. HELLO! this is a concert lor ... if u want to just sit and watch, then go buy his DVD, kiao ka and watch at home la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily our mood is not really affected by him. Jay really got us jumping and screaming like siao kias by the middle of the show. I love his live "yang guang zia nan"! SUPER HIGH! He even got down the stage to shake hands with the fans ... too bad we sat too far away! *cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt get my camera that day, so heres some pictures from my niece's blog and some with the courtesy of &lt;a href="http://biaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://biaos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (thanks for the wonderful pictures!) who went to the concert on fri. Btw those who went on sat (like me) got to see his Ah Ma dancing ... she is so cute lor! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9P-x_jXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GhEEqlCtiZg/s1600-h/DSC09960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157885186750254450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9P-x_jXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GhEEqlCtiZg/s320/DSC09960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9QOx_jYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0YG8uQS1CtU/s1600-h/DSC09961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157885191045221762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9QOx_jYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0YG8uQS1CtU/s320/DSC09961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the show starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9Qex_jZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/nrrUQR8skUg/s1600-h/DSC09966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157885195340189074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9Qex_jZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/nrrUQR8skUg/s320/DSC09966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9aux_jaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/afrMT3KdJZQ/s1600-h/DSC09971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157885371433848226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9aux_jaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/afrMT3KdJZQ/s320/DSC09971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kick start the show with huang jing jia (which me and ke xin tot all along is huo yuan jia! laogong wo duo bu qi ni!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9a-x_jcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/A1iARMfoBVM/s1600-h/DSC09993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157885375728815554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9a-x_jcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/A1iARMfoBVM/s320/DSC09993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9aux_jbI/AAAAAAAAAiM/mn-WUXtU6Oc/s1600-h/DSC09990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157885371433848242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9aux_jbI/AAAAAAAAAiM/mn-WUXtU6Oc/s320/DSC09990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9D-x_jUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/j2TjnkXHN8o/s1600-h/DSC00066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157884980591824194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9D-x_jUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/j2TjnkXHN8o/s320/DSC00066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some girls touching him all over while he sings yue qu. no link with the song -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9EOx_jVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/C9ZqCT9MnCU/s1600-h/DSC00079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157884984886791506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9EOx_jVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/C9ZqCT9MnCU/s320/DSC00079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9EOx_jWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/fHFCPa6xXMI/s1600-h/DSC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157884984886791522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9EOx_jWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/fHFCPa6xXMI/s320/DSC00082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay singing shuang jie gun in a new slow and catchy melody. really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9mex_jdI/AAAAAAAAAic/06RRFVfPktI/s1600-h/dscf2926ur1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157885573297311186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9mex_jdI/AAAAAAAAAic/06RRFVfPktI/s320/dscf2926ur1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chow Yun Fatt in "Ting ma ma de hua" Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R86ex_jSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_n2nJlzX-_A/s1600-h/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157884817383066914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R86ex_jSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_n2nJlzX-_A/s320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zombie dance! his dancing really improve a lot lor ... shuai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R86ux_jTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ABqBcBUYo5c/s1600-h/DSC00054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157884821678034226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R86ux_jTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ABqBcBUYo5c/s320/DSC00054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;che ling with style ... shuai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R86ex_jRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/zwlqeEq-bbs/s1600-h/DSC00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157884817383066898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R86ex_jRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/zwlqeEq-bbs/s320/DSC00043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing qian li zhi wai ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R86Ox_jQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/CGIkJchgTAk/s1600-h/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157884813088099586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R86Ox_jQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/CGIkJchgTAk/s320/DSC00025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R8u-x_jOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/zVRfOFTQOlo/s1600-h/DSC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157884619814571234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R8u-x_jOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/zVRfOFTQOlo/s320/DSC00018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing fai ru xue ... shuai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R8mux_jMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gOjhYtyRVFk/s1600-h/chou2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157884478080650434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R8mux_jMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gOjhYtyRVFk/s320/chou2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9mux_jfI/AAAAAAAAAis/EheefNdEk4Q/s1600-h/dscf3103sp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157885577592278514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9mux_jfI/AAAAAAAAAis/EheefNdEk4Q/s320/dscf3103sp7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some lucky guy got to dance with one of the sexy dancers who went off stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9mex_jeI/AAAAAAAAAik/m47nCgTihqI/s1600-h/dscf3074nn8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157885573297311202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R9mex_jeI/AAAAAAAAAik/m47nCgTihqI/s320/dscf3074nn8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan quan ma ma is the guest of the night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5SCYux_jhI/AAAAAAAAAi8/6k-8OXv-X2A/s1600-h/DSC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157890834632248850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5SCYux_jhI/AAAAAAAAAi8/6k-8OXv-X2A/s320/DSC00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R8m-x_jNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Pm38WTLSSAs/s1600-h/DSC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157884482375617746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5R8m-x_jNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Pm38WTLSSAs/s320/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5SCYux_jgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/uan2Ys6YfeA/s1600-h/DSC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157890834632248834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5SCYux_jgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/uan2Ys6YfeA/s320/DSC00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav segment!! Seeing him playing on the piano is so charming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the concert is great! the only disappointing part is the lack of time. The concert seems short even when its 2.5 hours. And he missed out a lot of classic songs like "shan hu hai", "feng", "wo bu pai" etc ... oh cant wait for him to come here for another concert again ... next time must get the most expensive seats! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another important event happened during the weekend. A special day for a special someone. My little baby niece came into the world on Jan 20 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5SG2Ox_jkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/8sQEEqnVF98/s1600-h/DSC01625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157895739484900930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5SG2Ox_jkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/8sQEEqnVF98/s400/DSC01625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;presnting *ta ta*: BABY JENITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5SGrex_jiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/phHNOtGMnP8/s1600-h/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157895554801307170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5SGrex_jiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/phHNOtGMnP8/s320/DSC01629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleeping so soundly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5SGrex_jjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/byZzfMKtCtc/s1600-h/DSC01628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157895554801307186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5SGrex_jjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/byZzfMKtCtc/s320/DSC01628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So small!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont she look cute! when this picture is taken she is bearly 9 hours old! She look just like Persias, her elder brother when he was young. My sister is so blessed to have 3 beautiful and healthy kids. Thankfully because of her, she makes me a xiao yee for the 6th time! yeah! now got one more baby for me to play already! wahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya and because of her sudden arrivial, I couldnt make it for YK's Bd celebration dinner. Sorry Brother! owe you one ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7491964524502605396?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7491964524502605396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7491964524502605396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7491964524502605396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7491964524502605396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R5RyGux_jAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/SSp060RscUI/s72-c/DSC01613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-1619876936663334774</id><published>2008-01-20T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T03:14:53.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to be alone ...</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wish i can be alone all over again ...&lt;br /&gt;not sometimes but most recently ...&lt;br /&gt;something inside me is making me feel inferior ...&lt;br /&gt;making me feel so small that i wish i dun even eixist in the world ...&lt;br /&gt;i bring nothing but trouble ...&lt;br /&gt;am i making a mountain out of a mole hill ...&lt;br /&gt;am i being difficult ...&lt;br /&gt;am i being petty ...&lt;br /&gt;i feel so difficult to live with myself, me and i .... let along others living with me ...&lt;br /&gt;im over paranoid, sensitive and highly dignify ...&lt;br /&gt;that i want nothing less than the best ...&lt;br /&gt;but the bottom line is i just want trust and honesty ...&lt;br /&gt;is that so difficult to find? or it dosent even exist in the world that im living in now ...&lt;br /&gt;i believe in honesty and expect some, not even all, in return ... yet i dun always get what i expect ...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need to be alone ... all alone ... cut from the outside world ... &lt;br /&gt;thus i will learn to believe in faith again ...&lt;br /&gt;cos there is nothing that will make me disappointed again ... cos there is nothing to believe in ... in the first place ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-1619876936663334774?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/1619876936663334774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=1619876936663334774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/1619876936663334774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/1619876936663334774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-to-be-alone.html' title='i want to be alone ...'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5406066115537283648</id><published>2008-01-17T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:44:05.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another sleepless night ...</title><content type='html'>cannot slp again la ...&lt;br /&gt;tml got video lesson ...&lt;br /&gt;haven do anything yet ...&lt;br /&gt;must rush through the night again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday got presentation oso ...&lt;br /&gt;sian la ...&lt;br /&gt;how come everything like cannot finish de ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5406066115537283648?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5406066115537283648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5406066115537283648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5406066115537283648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5406066115537283648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-sleepless-night.html' title='another sleepless night ...'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5302339353002003344</id><published>2008-01-16T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:41:19.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope things stay this way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we fight, i cry, we patch ...&lt;br /&gt;this seems to be how things work nowadays ...&lt;br /&gt;we are fine for now ...&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder how long will this cycle continue to work ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for my THIRD jap test yesterday, yes you didnt see wrongly, its the THIRD time le ... but even with the help of my ever so smart laogong i still manage to fail ... not again but thrice ... hahaha ... laogong wo zhen dui bu qi ni le! Jap is really so tough lor ... still got what verb, past tense, present tense, my pea brain just cannot take it ... should have just asked laogong to take the test for me since we both look so alike ... wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days of a mad rush to squeeze out some homework to show step last friday, comes a mad weekend with KTV til dawn and drinking til seh. Right after class on fri, i went to meet sisters at orchard to celebrate Weilih's birthday. Then we went to Kbox at cineleisure. Everyone was super high when we started at 10pm but by 4am we were all lying on the couch ready to go to bed. So we started pushing the mike to each other in order not to sing. If only XiaoBi didnt leave so early, then al least got a professional singer who can entertain us while we take a break. Anyway with our since-we-paid-so-must-use attitude, we still managed to sing all the way tile 6am .... and even waited til the waiter to chase out out then we leave. wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going home and slept for 3 hours, I rush down to kallang to meet WJ. It started as a really bad day. somehow i made him so pissed of with me that he dun want me to go tampines with him. but anyway my tears work, so i went kallang and meet him before taking train down togther. I was late and made him late for soccer. heng heng he is not angry, but i was still guilty that i told my self next time i wont go soccer with him anymore. It started pouring just before we reached, so we had to do a 500 meter dash in the rain. Then he went for soccer and i hanged out with the gfs of the other guys. They are really nice people la, but somehow i feel so awkward with them. They know each other very well, so make me feel like an outsider. Nothing to talk to them also. just the thought of it, makes my hair stands again. sorry im not anti social, im just an introvert lor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after his soccer, ah luan jie jie and kor kor came to picked me up and we went for dinner with some other family members (thank god!). Godma, god pa and da yi came for dinner too. It has been sometimes since we have met up and stayed over at kexin's house already. and we had so much fun with all the drinking and cam whoring that she started. And the hilarious fashion parade with the ridiculous clothings that she made my brother wear. Kexin send me all the pictures then can upload!! We were so noisy, lucky the neighbours were nice enuff not to call the police. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_I-x_isI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Vz1aEofqMi8/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128046909983426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_I-x_isI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Vz1aEofqMi8/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_JOx_itI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WgYXxrFZYwE/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128051204950738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_JOx_itI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WgYXxrFZYwE/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_KOx_ivI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jATP9gcwol0/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128068384819954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_KOx_ivI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jATP9gcwol0/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_Jex_iuI/AAAAAAAAAco/Z9EP3iRVSeA/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128055499918050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_Jex_iuI/AAAAAAAAAco/Z9EP3iRVSeA/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very obvious that everyone is drunk! where is weixiang??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R45AKux_i2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/3ZkracGiZqo/s1600-h/SPM_A0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156129176486382434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R45AKux_i2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/3ZkracGiZqo/s320/SPM_A0740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R45AK-x_i3I/AAAAAAAAAdw/6zq5Gpx_eig/s1600-h/SPM_A0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156129180781349746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R45AK-x_i3I/AAAAAAAAAdw/6zq5Gpx_eig/s320/SPM_A0741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you are!! rock and roll! wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_0ex_ixI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Rq2lx-IJNho/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128794234293010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_0ex_ixI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Rq2lx-IJNho/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_0ux_iyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Rr_c4_STdaE/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128798529260322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_0ux_iyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Rr_c4_STdaE/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didi and me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_0-x_izI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/AaI9Jt4Co7E/s1600-h/SPM_A0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128802824227634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_0-x_izI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/AaI9Jt4Co7E/s320/SPM_A0735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo yo yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_0-x_i0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/AH8iRf9iTqA/s1600-h/SPM_A0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128802824227650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_0-x_i0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/AH8iRf9iTqA/s320/SPM_A0738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weishan! why no action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_1ex_i1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ESr2Dlckdn4/s1600-h/SPM_A0742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128811414162258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_1ex_i1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ESr2Dlckdn4/s320/SPM_A0742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the youngest of the pack. ke mei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_Kex_iwI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QyrL9DI3KF8/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128072679787266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_Kex_iwI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QyrL9DI3KF8/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4 girls! where is kexin alfro hair missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5302339353002003344?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5302339353002003344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5302339353002003344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5302339353002003344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5302339353002003344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/01/hope-things-stay-this-way.html' title='hope things stay this way'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R44_I-x_isI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Vz1aEofqMi8/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-3043598314172188557</id><published>2008-01-09T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:48:36.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy and stress all in one!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY BOUGHT THE DS I WANTED FOR SO LONG!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been nagging to all the people around me for 6 months whether i should buy one a not. so the always very kind hearted xiaobi lended me hers to play. After playing for 6 months (sorry xiaobi for hogging ur stuff for so long ... hehe ... paiseh), i decided to returns her and get myself one. One that belongs to me!! So $350 gone, here comes my new DS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SW0Ox_iZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wVPp-6xGPxA/s1600-h/new-ds-with-brain-age-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153409697683835282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SW0Ox_iZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wVPp-6xGPxA/s400/new-ds-with-brain-age-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chio hor? haha! actually wanted to get the white one, but i tot this one look more unique. The most if i get sick of the colour then stick the sticker to cover. just like what laogong say reagrding her psp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guys know, im graduating in Feb. So now im actually supposed to have tons of work to do and complete. Which all projects needs days and longs hours to do. But im so stress that i have decided to be a turtle, to hide, to escape. Im trying all means not to do my homework, play game, do housework etc ... i just dun wanna touch my work. Yah i know its very wrong, like jass say, its time to face the music. But i just duno where to start!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so stress ... my hair is falling ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-3043598314172188557?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/3043598314172188557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=3043598314172188557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3043598314172188557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3043598314172188557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-and-stress-all-in-one.html' title='happy and stress all in one!!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SW0Ox_iZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wVPp-6xGPxA/s72-c/new-ds-with-brain-age-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-6809524766290187120</id><published>2008-01-04T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:31:24.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!! This post might be a tad late after 4 days but nevertheless its still the beginning of a new new new year!&lt;br /&gt;Kick away all the unhappiness and bad luck from 2007, this year will be a much better year! i hope and i believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has been a year of sadness for my family with 2 death in a row. A year that we will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;2008 will kick start with a bundle of joy from heaven when my sis give birth to her third child in Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, I joined Orita SinClair and met a bunch of crazy but lovely people with the same dreams.&lt;br /&gt;2008 will be the year we grad and join the workforce. Hope all of us can find the jobs of our dreams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is the 3rd year I spent Xmas and New Year countdown with Mr Chin.&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, I hope we will still be celebrating these days together too. muacks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year havent really been a productive year for me. I should actually be working my butt off already according to my dear friends. Cos this year, i will be turning 24! *glupz* OMG! (shit ... y must i admit it) and yet I haven start working yet. Quite ashamed by the tots of it too. Some people my age are already earning thousands and yet im still day dreaming at home. So the first new year resolution is to FIND A JOB OF INTEREST AND A SALARY ENUFF TO FEED A COW LIKE ME! hope thats not too tough. I had enuff of collecting certificates! muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love what im studying now. But with the amount of work that we have to do everyday, sometimes stress is really too much to take. So the best stress relive is to eat! Eating time let me procrastinate the work to be done and it keeps me up at night with a full stomach. Thanks to it, my stomach is always full now with all the fats stored inside and the fats that spread to everypart of my body with the excess from my stomach. So the 2nd resolution is to GET RID OF ALL THE BLOODY FATS THAT ARE STUCK TO MY BODY! To me, that will be a little more tough than the 1st resolution. But i really dun want to be like FEI TIAN! *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think this 2 new year resolution is enough to make me busy till 2009 le. Hope I can show myself a good report card at the end of the year. Hehe. And hope everyone will do well this year, all students will score straight As, those w/o work will find a job, those with jobs will earn BIG money, all couples will stay together, happy and sweet, everyone will be healthy and strong, shares will rise and everyone will strike 4D! Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of 2007, my family choose to do a mini renovation to our 7 year old house. So its a pack and throw day of all the rubbish at home. Our house is really not big, but the rubbish is a mountain high. We could have a $1 flea market and earn thousands, thats how much rubbish we have. Thanks god i have dinner plans with sisters and countdown with lp, lg and brother, so i manage to sneak out with wj and enjoy the last day of 2007 watching fireworks and not counting down in the midst of rubbish and paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met up with xf, wl and xb at the central where we dine at Mai Maison, a japanese restuarant with an english cottage theme. The food there is really yummy! A must try! thats one at bugis too, you guys must go try! Anyway after dinner, we went to TCC at clark quay. Along the way we watched people played GMax and "G-String" (didnt know the real name, so i just made up one). The swinging one looks so much fun!! The passengers are dragged to about 50 metres high before they are relesed, then they will swing like a big giant ball before coming to a stop. WJ say he will die of heart failure even before the ball starts to move up. whahaha! But it looks so much fun! anyone wanna play with me? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOvex_iXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ynr4kpelqpY/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400819986434418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOvex_iXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ynr4kpelqpY/s200/DSC01568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOvex_iYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/tmQsAXe-VsE/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400819986434434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOvex_iYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/tmQsAXe-VsE/s200/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Yummy yummy cakes from TCC. The one on the right taste like ferrer rocher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOmOx_iWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dqMC0hA_Fpk/s1600-h/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400661072644450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOmOx_iWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dqMC0hA_Fpk/s200/DSC01576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOe-x_iTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hpe048G4KPw/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400536518592818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOe-x_iTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hpe048G4KPw/s200/DSC01573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOe-x_iUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/s2LkAaCBwr0/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400536518592834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOe-x_iUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/s2LkAaCBwr0/s200/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOfOx_iVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cpV-VaAE20o/s1600-h/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400540813560146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOfOx_iVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cpV-VaAE20o/s200/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOeux_iRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/u4iAy_Z1a-s/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400532223625490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOeux_iRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/u4iAy_Z1a-s/s200/DSC01571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOeux_iSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/z-uSRT37n6U/s1600-h/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400532223625506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOeux_iSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/z-uSRT37n6U/s200/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cam-whoring with Xiao Bi! Look at all her different expressions! she is such a natural ... wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNz-x_iMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZD_uaS2aJ-g/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399797784217794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNz-x_iMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZD_uaS2aJ-g/s320/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNzex_iJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zieSSidnfac/s1600-h/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399789194283154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNzex_iJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zieSSidnfac/s320/DSC01584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNzux_iKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-mldGkNfpTo/s1600-h/DSC01583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399793489250466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNzux_iKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-mldGkNfpTo/s320/DSC01583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNzux_iLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YxnIPpm5_hc/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399793489250482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNzux_iLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YxnIPpm5_hc/s320/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the failed attempts of taking a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOL-x_iNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NtRfS80hP0I/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400210101078226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOL-x_iNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NtRfS80hP0I/s320/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Finally a proper one!! but our faces are stiff already ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOMOx_iQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hro1rj7PqfA/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400214396045570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOMOx_iQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hro1rj7PqfA/s320/DSC01577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xiaobi and Xiaofen still look more natural in their "zhao pai dong zuo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOMOx_iOI/AAAAAAAAAY0/lo4RMhoOdSU/s1600-h/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400214396045538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOMOx_iOI/AAAAAAAAAY0/lo4RMhoOdSU/s320/DSC01578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking that its such a perfect pose for couple, they persued us to do the same. look at our relecuntant faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOMOx_iPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NHgf9F_YaHU/s1600-h/DSC01579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153400214396045554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOMOx_iPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NHgf9F_YaHU/s320/DSC01579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after much delay, we succumd to their professioanl persuaion skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNzex_iII/AAAAAAAAAYE/RgMEappZuD4/s1600-h/DSC01585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399789194283138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNzex_iII/AAAAAAAAAYE/RgMEappZuD4/s320/DSC01585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very akward group picture, clearly depicting 2 seperate groups. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 11, me and wj start walking to esplanade to meet lp,lg and brother, but the human traffic is so bad that we decided to watch at the padang instead, just in case we coludnt get there in time. We found a spot on the grass and watch some kids playing with balls and mini helicopter while waiting for time to past. Suddenly, i felt something bump on my leg. Thinking that its a ball, i lift up my leg and wanted to pick it up. But i coludnt see anything cos its really dark. So i look harder, and saw a pair of eyes looking back at me!! ITS A FROG! scare the shit out of me! I scream and jumped like a mad woman with all the people looking. So paiseh!! my mom say i should kiss the frog, maybe it will turn into a prince. yeah right, even if it is, he will be a ham sup frog, cos it jumped under my skirt! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNcOx_iFI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lguJ4CLUcNc/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399389762324562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNcOx_iFI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lguJ4CLUcNc/s320/DSC01591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking towards padang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNcex_iGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/d6ARsTfql7E/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399394057291874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNcex_iGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/d6ARsTfql7E/s320/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNcex_iHI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rBF5vpSAtuI/s1600-h/DSC01586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399394057291890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNcex_iHI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rBF5vpSAtuI/s320/DSC01586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the overwhleming amount of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNcOx_iEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rZW0vwNHu08/s1600-h/DSC01593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399389762324546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNcOx_iEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rZW0vwNHu08/s320/DSC01593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chin with our son,Frosty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNGOx_iCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/CwajHs3ArZA/s1600-h/DSC01595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399011805202466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNGOx_iCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/CwajHs3ArZA/s320/DSC01595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNGex_iDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4BbbMrVSEdY/s1600-h/DSC01594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399016100169778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNGex_iDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4BbbMrVSEdY/s320/DSC01594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My turn with Frosty. He look more like me right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNF-x_iAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3FFRkiCRc6g/s1600-h/DSC01597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399007510235138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNF-x_iAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3FFRkiCRc6g/s320/DSC01597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNGOx_iBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VgZ03CphGP4/s1600-h/DSC01596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399011805202450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNGOx_iBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VgZ03CphGP4/s320/DSC01596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family photos. My son is so lucky, so young get to see fireworks already ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNF-x_h_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/48nQfmvYf9g/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153399007510235122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SNF-x_h_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/48nQfmvYf9g/s320/DSC01599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very very bad attempt of capturing the beautiful fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway after the fireworks, we wanted to walk to the war memorial to meet lp which is just across the street. Bad move!! We were stuck in the worst human traffic ever! It took us 1 hour to walk a mere 5 metre distance to the pedestrian crossing. And WJ was cursing and swearing to himself (i think), cos his face was black like coal. We were like totally stuck chest to back to the person infront and were able to move only inches every 10 mins. Cos the bloody TP keep letting cars go instead of people! In the end the people are all so fed up that they just run across the road ignoring the TP. If not we will confirm be stuck there for another 2 hours. Those TPs really need more training sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god the mood changed after meeting up with lp, lg and brother. We went to a pub at princep road where jiawen used to work and had so much fun!! We open a bottle of Chivas and played dice and poker games. Laopo, Laogong and me gang up during the bluffing game and make brother drink almost every round til he seh. Even when he get the best score, he is also doomed to dirnk. Wahahaha. So funny! high 5 girls! Then we played poker with dice. Its just like poker, which you have ti get pair, full house or straights. During 1 round, i got 1s for all the dices le!!! which is a rare case, so the rest must drink. But they chao kuan lo, say trial so no need to drink. LIARS!! wahahaha ... Everyone was very high by the end of the night. Especially, laopo, laogong and brother! While walking to kopitiam, we tried to stripe brother's jacket but kana scold by all the bfs. haha. We were so high that we wanted to continue the drinking party at lp's house but too bad couldnt get a 7 seater cab, so had to go home. Nevertheless, that night was extremely fun. The best countdown ever with the gang!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMY-x_h1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ycFYK4FMn8E/s1600-h/Countdown2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153398234416121682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMY-x_h1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ycFYK4FMn8E/s320/Countdown2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Groupie at the pub! *before everyone is high*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMZOx_h2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/gcZ0z_RC3CY/s1600-h/countdown200804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153398238711088994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMZOx_h2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/gcZ0z_RC3CY/s320/countdown200804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother is confirm drunk. just look at this pic. wahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMx-x_h6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/9HbQ0oNA8kg/s1600-h/DSC01605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153398663912851362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMx-x_h6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/9HbQ0oNA8kg/s320/DSC01605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMyux_h9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Wsh1jBIESWg/s1600-h/DSC01601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153398676797753298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMyux_h9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Wsh1jBIESWg/s320/DSC01601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laopo and her uncle jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMyux_h-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/O63y-InNbYs/s1600-h/DSC01600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153398676797753314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMyux_h-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/O63y-InNbYs/s320/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMZex_h5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/e3NVxb3rNeg/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153398243006056338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMZex_h5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/e3NVxb3rNeg/s320/DSC01606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laogong and her froggy Chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMZOx_h3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/UFYG2yyxRHw/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153398238711089010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMZOx_h3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/UFYG2yyxRHw/s320/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother with his ... erm ... jacket. Cos his partner YK decided not to come join us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMyOx_h7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/0jACSAzpx-c/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153398668207818674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMyOx_h7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/0jACSAzpx-c/s320/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So heres a better deal with the 3 of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMyex_h8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/3Y7ZoFYIpFY/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153398672502785986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMyex_h8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/3Y7ZoFYIpFY/s320/DSC01602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMZOx_h4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/HIa23lvjMIY/s1600-h/DSC01607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153398238711089026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SMZOx_h4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/HIa23lvjMIY/s320/DSC01607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my Mr. Chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-6809524766290187120?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/6809524766290187120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=6809524766290187120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6809524766290187120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6809524766290187120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R4SOvex_iXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ynr4kpelqpY/s72-c/DSC01568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-9141414209237112112</id><published>2007-12-27T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:21:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho! Ho! Ho! Still in the holiday mood though Xmas is over. Laziness has crept over me so much that i haven touched any work for the past 10 days. But now that Xmas is over, im looking forward to New Year, then Chinese New Year, then whatever holiday that is next. Just want to escape from work!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xmas eve had been really fun with Laogong, Laopo and brothers. Well ... frankly speaking, which outing haven been fun with them?! Wahaha! Still think that i was deciding whether to stay home or join them for countdown, due to some problems at home. well ... who would still have the mood to celebrate when your eyes are nearly blind from crying.  Thank god there is always sunshine after the rain. So here's the people who created the sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-qex_hnI/AAAAAAAAATo/konHti0Getk/s1600-h/DSC02812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148316592320251506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-qex_hnI/AAAAAAAAATo/konHti0Getk/s320/DSC02812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st: Nice ty on getting all in the picture with our exchange gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-qux_hoI/AAAAAAAAATw/Vq34r_JEaOk/s1600-h/DSC02813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148316596615218818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-qux_hoI/AAAAAAAAATw/Vq34r_JEaOk/s320/DSC02813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd: eh ... Where's Laopo and Brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-q-x_hpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Zdtz1yN-jGo/s1600-h/DSC02814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148316600910186130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-q-x_hpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Zdtz1yN-jGo/s320/DSC02814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd: Laopo's back but where is brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J_Jux_hrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ODFVmjYgREw/s1600-h/DSC02816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148317129191163570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J_Jux_hrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ODFVmjYgREw/s320/DSC02816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th: Now Laogong's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-rOx_hqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EoSrDikEwZA/s1600-h/DSC02815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148316605205153442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-rOx_hqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EoSrDikEwZA/s320/DSC02815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th: Poor Van kana tortured by us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J_KOx_hsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YKUED_6nEWg/s1600-h/DSC02817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148317137781098178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J_KOx_hsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YKUED_6nEWg/s320/DSC02817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th: Yankar look really bored now with the multiple tries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-qOx_hmI/AAAAAAAAATg/SsqEpqjlMVw/s1600-h/DSC02811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148316588025284194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-qOx_hmI/AAAAAAAAATg/SsqEpqjlMVw/s320/DSC02811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally! A normal picture with everybody in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a rather havoc Xmas eve, Xmas day was celebrated with my family at home with a surprise visit from Xiao Shu, Ah Ma, Er Shen and Ai ying. So we just had a simple dinner and a mahjong session after that. And the lucky me won $21! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3KA5-x_htI/AAAAAAAAAUY/R10XenYkXiY/s1600-h/Log+Cake+(front).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148319057631479506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3KA5-x_htI/AAAAAAAAAUY/R10XenYkXiY/s320/Log+Cake+(front).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3KA6Ox_huI/AAAAAAAAAUg/_tAVDNUJ6C4/s1600-h/Log+Cake+(back).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148319061926446818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3KA6Ox_huI/AAAAAAAAAUg/_tAVDNUJ6C4/s320/Log+Cake+(back).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy log cake bought by Mr Chin from Chocolate &amp;amp; Spice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just realized that i didnt take any picture with Mr Chin this Xmas. *sad*&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/23464424-9141414209237112112?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/9141414209237112112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=9141414209237112112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/9141414209237112112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/9141414209237112112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Xmas!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/R3J-qex_hnI/AAAAAAAAATo/konHti0Getk/s72-c/DSC02812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-8479416045124107688</id><published>2007-12-20T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:58:34.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naughty!</title><content type='html'>just came back from double O after a night of partying with sisters. yeah. my favourite hunt! the place where my someone special appeared ... haha ... and of course the place where you can drink non-stop and be drunk like nobody's business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a bad girl ... skip school today and go play ...&lt;br /&gt;but its so much fun today! ... so its worth it! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who knows the bad part comes later ... i met a pervert taxi uncle today!! not really uncle la ... he look quite young ... but anyway ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dun have to show me his private colletion of porn on his phone screensaver right?!!! damn gross le ... who ask me ... so kahpoh ... so see see look look ...&lt;br /&gt;haiz ... tml gonna have sore eyes le ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-8479416045124107688?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/8479416045124107688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=8479416045124107688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/8479416045124107688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/8479416045124107688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/12/naughty.html' title='naughty!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-3663306594913389895</id><published>2007-12-05T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:05:32.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer' hell</title><content type='html'>MJ send a link to this article about a designer's life. oh man.. it so true!!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Design Hell&lt;br /&gt;Do you have this strong interest for design and graphics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/prize.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/prize.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find yourself tinkering with Photoshop and editing photos till late at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/frendster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/frendster.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone told you that you are good in art/drawing/mixing colors/making sculptures with plasticine and suggested that you should be a designer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/durian.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/durian.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP RIGHT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;So you think you are good in art and everybody right down to your Art teacher suggested that you should sell your soul to Temasek Poly, NAFA, La Salle or whatever art school that is growing like toadstools in Singapore. Nobody told me about the truth of the design industry and if they did, perhaps, I would have taken a different career path. Since I don’t want you to be trapped like I am, I thought I‘d share with you my experience and shed some light to this realm of creative darkness. And hopefully, you will not make the same mistake like I did and save tons of your parent’s money that you are going to spend on countless mounting boards, Copic markers, PCs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/raise.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/raise.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see.. just right after you finish toiling endless hours, doing project after project and learning all that graphic software, you finally got a piece of paper they call a Diploma.. Ahh… the farce of education. There’s so many topics to elaborate but I’ll stick to the point.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st thing I notice once I got a design job is that, they don’t work the regular 8 hours. Nope not 8 to 5pm.. not even 8 to 6pm.. When crunch time comes its more like 8 to 11pm. What do I mean when I say crunch time? Crunch time is when the whole office starts to go on a frenzy because dateline is near and the we have to die-die print 10,000 pink panties brochure by Monday. (Depend on the product lah.. sometimes the brochure is about a promotion on epok-epok, sometimes its about the latest designer moth balls and now it’s a sale buy 1 get 5 free pink panties.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/faster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/faster.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crunch time, ie working late pass 6, can go on for days to weeks and even months! Its true.. imagine coming back home late pass 9pm every single freaking day. I have the experience working for a company that I have to SLEEP in the office to get the job done on time.. Do you have any idea how it feels to SLEEP in the office? Its like the office suddenly becomes a chalet.. a chalet with work in it. And mind you, I was not alone.. I saw my co-worker sleep on his desk with his hand still holding the freaking pencil. And it was 4am. And just when I thought I am the only one working for a devil, I comprain to another designer friend that she too have to sleep in the office.. I stayed for 3 days.. she stayed for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Then some ignorant guy might say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/roof.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/roof.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I elaborate on this, I suggest you sit down. I am telling all of you design enthusiast, that there is NO OT PAY. Gasp! Is it true?! Yes it is. So technically speaking, after 6 pm, when everybody rush to get in the MRT like sardines to go home, the designer is still in front of the computer, trying to make a 1 inch by 2 inch newspaper ad look nice. And he/she have is not being paid for this time. There is a word that describes a person who is forced to work with no pay.. the dictionary call it a SLAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/slave.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/slave.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Day Slave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you do tell your boss about it, the best answer that he can come up with, which I have heard so far is 2.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse 1: “You have no OT pay because you are an executive. And we don’t have to give OT pay to executives. I don’t know which gahmen rule says this and if it does exist I hope that whoever came up with this would rot in hell.)Excuse 2: “Please don’t be too calculative EB.. just give and take..” But he refuse to accept the fact that I have been “giving” for 3 straight days in row and he goes home every night.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, to be honest, I have to tell you right now, that design.. whatever it is, is a time guzzling industry. It takes time to make an ad, an animation, a movie. If you cannot afford to pay your workers because you need him/her to stay, you can easily appease the workforce by having this thing call TIME OFF.. BUT even that they take away from you! Yup I hope you are lying down by now.. because after the designer work nights without pay, they are deprive of having quality time with their family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/off.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.happeepill.com/home/designhell/off.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah… but surely your Diploma salary is high what?&lt;br /&gt;Another MYTH. A pay for a designer starts at 1.3k to 1,7k. It is high compared to say, a PSLE holder who is taking home $800 a month. But if you really calculate the OT hours, the designer makes just about the same with the PSLE holder and at times worst cause at least the PSLE holder can sleep on a bed. You sleep on the company’s sofa.&lt;br /&gt;I have more points to make but this post is getting too long.. I’ll write the other stuff soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion kills,Evil Bunny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;article taken from &lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/index.htm"&gt;http://www.happeepill.com/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-3663306594913389895?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/3663306594913389895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=3663306594913389895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3663306594913389895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3663306594913389895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/12/designer-hell.html' title='Designer&apos; hell'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-92571544739161913</id><published>2007-11-13T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:57:44.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>is taking design really such a bad choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is having a dream really that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is not thinking of future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monetary&lt;/span&gt; issue really that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is doing what you love and enjoy such an unrealistic thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are we always fighting over this issue. am i really that spoilt, unrealistic and useless? why do you always think your way and wont put yourself in my shoes? why can you be so sweet and understanding all the time but make me wanna cry and die whenever this comes along? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our idea of the future is so different. will you be sick of this one day and say lets go our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will quitting the course, forgetting my dreams, finding a decent job with a good pay makes you happy? will i be happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-92571544739161913?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/92571544739161913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=92571544739161913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/92571544739161913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/92571544739161913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/11/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-2346903629474260346</id><published>2007-11-10T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T03:18:42.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mummy is so nice!</title><content type='html'>oh ... My mummy is such a darling ...&lt;br /&gt;She loves us, take care of us and is always there when we need her the most ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one call to her, and she will be right there for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where can you find another mummy like her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is just the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mummy =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; holiday. So San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; suggested having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;picnic&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Initially&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt; was for all of us to be there by 4. But as usual, with our lack of communication and organization, we were still at home at 7. why? San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; and mummy only went to buy food at 4 and by the time mummy was done cooking, its already 7. But lucky for us, our time were not wasted. While waiting, er &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;poland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wj&lt;/span&gt; and me had a round of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. And surprising, I beat all of them with a total winning of $25! * proud*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, since we were still at home at 7. Its quite impossible to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt; beach anymore, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;WJ&lt;/span&gt; suggested going to west coast park instead. Thank god for the suggestion, if not we would have reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt; at like 8? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Talking about moonlight picnic, here goes ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSjmxdrSzI/AAAAAAAAASI/GyySA5hw62Y/s1600-h/photos+-+18-7-07+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130905761990003506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSjmxdrSzI/AAAAAAAAASI/GyySA5hw62Y/s320/photos+-+18-7-07+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSk9xdrS0I/AAAAAAAAASQ/LMbVGvcGRyI/s1600-h/photos+-+18-7-07+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130907256638622530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSk9xdrS0I/AAAAAAAAASQ/LMbVGvcGRyI/s320/photos+-+18-7-07+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big family sitting around with lots of food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSp_BdrS5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/XmHCg6vwkFE/s1600-h/candid+shots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130912775671597970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSp_BdrS5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/XmHCg6vwkFE/s320/candid+shots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSp_RdrS6I/AAAAAAAAATA/pkvjp2jRcdA/s1600-h/candid+shots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130912779966565282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSp_RdrS6I/AAAAAAAAATA/pkvjp2jRcdA/s320/candid+shots2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candid shots! oh ... i love the look on my daddy's face ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSqzRdrS7I/AAAAAAAAATI/G6ZxCmalqCA/s1600-h/jie+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130913673319762866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSqzRdrS7I/AAAAAAAAATI/G6ZxCmalqCA/s320/jie+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSoSBdrS3I/AAAAAAAAASo/PiDN85_SmPk/s1600-h/jie+and+poland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130910903065856882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSoSBdrS3I/AAAAAAAAASo/PiDN85_SmPk/s320/jie+and+poland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt;, Poland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kor&lt;/span&gt;, Baby jet and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSo4xdrS4I/AAAAAAAAASw/MdIRgiO5rck/s1600-h/mummy+and+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130911568785787778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSo4xdrS4I/AAAAAAAAASw/MdIRgiO5rck/s400/mummy+and+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy 'The Ah Ma' with a bunch of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSnlBdrS2I/AAAAAAAAASg/dsH9SOmYaCw/s1600-h/kids+play2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130910129971743586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSnlBdrS2I/AAAAAAAAASg/dsH9SOmYaCw/s320/kids+play2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Persias&lt;/span&gt;, with Jet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jorene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSmsxdrS1I/AAAAAAAAASY/AroKPrWkk5w/s1600-h/kids+play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130909163604101970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSmsxdrS1I/AAAAAAAAASY/AroKPrWkk5w/s320/kids+play.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Josiane&lt;/span&gt; and Irwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSqzxdrS8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/oSEadjqdhUc/s1600-h/baby+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130913681909697474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSqzxdrS8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/oSEadjqdhUc/s320/baby+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;WJ&lt;/span&gt;. so busy eating ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSwLxdrS9I/AAAAAAAAATY/84FdCKY355k/s1600-h/babies+climb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130919591784696786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSwLxdrS9I/AAAAAAAAATY/84FdCKY355k/s320/babies+climb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... and we went to climb the big rope thing ... so high so fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just nice to see how fat my legs are ... *cry*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-2346903629474260346?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/2346903629474260346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=2346903629474260346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2346903629474260346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2346903629474260346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-mummy-is-so-nice.html' title='My mummy is so nice!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RzSjmxdrSzI/AAAAAAAAASI/GyySA5hw62Y/s72-c/photos+-+18-7-07+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-8329384461808219186</id><published>2007-11-07T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T02:24:01.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angry for what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; unhappy ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry, upset, fuming, mad ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but y is this so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it right for me to feel this way when something that is performing well suddenly falls under expectation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i being too critical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or my guts feelings are right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are things changing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am I just not used to it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be angry ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-8329384461808219186?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/8329384461808219186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=8329384461808219186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/8329384461808219186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/8329384461808219186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/11/angry-for-what.html' title='angry for what?'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5788542826252420892</id><published>2007-11-04T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:33:01.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maad market</title><content type='html'>went to red dot design museum with jass and fizah yesterday. The designer market there is totally cool! they are selling all kinds of handmade stuff, which are all very uniuqe and intersring. had my eyes set on a cute gray dress, but too expensive le, dun have the heart to buy. Y i so broke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the funny thing is I forgot to bring my wallet out yesterday and still can go shopping. Hahaha. So Jassine become my sugar mama of the day, eat and buy all on hers! but ... must pay back la. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a cute postbox pendent for $4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1ZS9fFHQI/AAAAAAAAASA/LEddHka5jMI/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128853732922301698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1ZS9fFHQI/AAAAAAAAASA/LEddHka5jMI/s320/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5788542826252420892?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5788542826252420892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5788542826252420892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5788542826252420892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5788542826252420892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/11/maad-market.html' title='maad market'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1ZS9fFHQI/AAAAAAAAASA/LEddHka5jMI/s72-c/DSC01293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5196197060398679669</id><published>2007-11-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:03:31.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween 07!</title><content type='html'>Chocolate milk is so nice ... but ... why is it giving me the runs!!!&lt;br /&gt;One glass of milk = 3 times lao sai&lt;br /&gt;My pi gu is hurting ...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost the momentum to do work already.&lt;br /&gt;Been wasting time these 2 days, sitting infront of the computer for hours but doing nothing. Flash, Dreamweaver and Typography is so difficult!! I duno how to start. So Im stuck in the track.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jassine just gave me the Halloween pictures we took at zouk last Saturday. We had such a great time! Didnt really drink la ... cos we were too busy taking pictures. Thank god for Jassine's camera if not we would have missed out a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ryn2n9fFGzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4R4L8sXt7bo/s1600-h/group+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127900817118272306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ryn2n9fFGzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4R4L8sXt7bo/s320/group+close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jass, Alicia, Cristalle, Me, MJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ryn2odfFG0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/QGkIPTMdxCY/s1600-h/us+with+knief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127900825708206914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ryn2odfFG0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/QGkIPTMdxCY/s320/us+with+knief.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristalle, Alicia, Jass, MJ, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1NddfFHNI/AAAAAAAAARo/PdOQy6CC9Lw/s1600-h/IMG_4951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128840719171394770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1NddfFHNI/AAAAAAAAARo/PdOQy6CC9Lw/s320/IMG_4951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some of the peeps we meet at zouk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1Lj9fFHLI/AAAAAAAAARY/ODtsBUxaaUw/s1600-h/IMG_5077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128838631817288882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1Lj9fFHLI/AAAAAAAAARY/ODtsBUxaaUw/s320/IMG_5077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lonely old man sitting at bus-stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1KfNfFHGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/O69RvcIHehE/s1600-h/IMG_5058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128837450701282402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1KfNfFHGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/O69RvcIHehE/s320/IMG_5058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group of chinese "da xi" guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1KfdfFHHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uQ_t8pBgUb4/s1600-h/IMG_5059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128837454996249714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1KfdfFHHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uQ_t8pBgUb4/s320/IMG_5059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dian xiao er!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1KftfFHII/AAAAAAAAARA/PEGYw4iUv9g/s1600-h/IMG_5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128837459291217026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1KftfFHII/AAAAAAAAARA/PEGYw4iUv9g/s320/IMG_5061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donut ... yum yum ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1PdtfFHPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YdeSZVYsGm4/s1600-h/IMG_5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128842922489617650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1PdtfFHPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YdeSZVYsGm4/s320/IMG_5063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1Kf9fFHJI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZgYOs3VCo3M/s1600-h/IMG_5062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128837463586184338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1Kf9fFHJI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZgYOs3VCo3M/s320/IMG_5062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taoist and zombies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1Kf9fFHKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XoIcUfj-2kA/s1600-h/IMG_5066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128837463586184354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1Kf9fFHKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XoIcUfj-2kA/s320/IMG_5066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead fire fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1JcNfFHDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FFqO-zpXzwM/s1600-h/IMG_5032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128836299650047026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1JcNfFHDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FFqO-zpXzwM/s320/IMG_5032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;headless ghost!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1JcdfFHEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iPue7RqHPus/s1600-h/IMG_5041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128836303945014338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1JcdfFHEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iPue7RqHPus/s320/IMG_5041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mummified&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1JctfFHFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/URtS5Yg8gYI/s1600-h/IMG_5055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128836308239981650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1JctfFHFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/URtS5Yg8gYI/s320/IMG_5055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carls junior ... so hungry ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1IqdfFHAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pm7h1o6jQ5E/s1600-h/IMG_5027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128835444951555074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1IqdfFHAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pm7h1o6jQ5E/s320/IMG_5027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hei bai wu chang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1IqtfFHBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mAYJrd4OQN0/s1600-h/IMG_5031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128835449246522386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1IqtfFHBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mAYJrd4OQN0/s320/IMG_5031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mask!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1Iq9fFHCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UZ4e9eX6Uxg/s1600-h/IMG_5029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128835453541489698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1Iq9fFHCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UZ4e9eX6Uxg/s320/IMG_5029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1ILNfFG9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/sd91I3Hadf0/s1600-h/IMG_5012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128834908080643026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1ILNfFG9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/sd91I3Hadf0/s320/IMG_5012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slot machine and duno what ... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1ILdfFG-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/aQDhawC_-Fk/s1600-h/IMG_5014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128834912375610338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1ILdfFG-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/aQDhawC_-Fk/s320/IMG_5014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jassine's friend who i think look like da s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1IL9fFG_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Rl8VJrFrnKI/s1600-h/IMG_5019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128834920965544946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1IL9fFG_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Rl8VJrFrnKI/s320/IMG_5019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunatic killer on the loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1HbtfFG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/j7dKUNIP30Q/s1600-h/IMG_5002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128834092036856754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1HbtfFG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/j7dKUNIP30Q/s320/IMG_5002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another hei bai wu chang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1Hb9fFG8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/NaLXPSxBbgE/s1600-h/IMG_5009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128834096331824066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1Hb9fFG8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/NaLXPSxBbgE/s320/IMG_5009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horror maid and mad corpse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1G-dfFG5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ImRr9jSI99E/s1600-h/IMG_4992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128833589525683090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1G-dfFG5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ImRr9jSI99E/s320/IMG_4992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mad doctor? turns out to be YX's friend ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1G-dfFG6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/56WSfzz61lQ/s1600-h/IMG_4994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128833589525683106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1G-dfFG6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/56WSfzz61lQ/s320/IMG_4994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ghost couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1GltfFG4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZxNwLj8cF_o/s1600-h/IMG_4989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128833164323920770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1GltfFG4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZxNwLj8cF_o/s320/IMG_4989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horrible death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1GB9fFG3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/wo9kDvOw9Xw/s1600-h/IMG_4978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128832550143597426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1GB9fFG3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/wo9kDvOw9Xw/s320/IMG_4978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banana in pyjamus! our pyjamus friends ... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1CL9fFG2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZbQT6A7OW-k/s1600-h/IMG_4964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128828323895778146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1CL9fFG2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZbQT6A7OW-k/s320/IMG_4964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us and justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1B7NfFG1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/AeHsdmhFWio/s1600-h/_MG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128828036132969298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1B7NfFG1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/AeHsdmhFWio/s320/_MG_1601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flaging for cab ... but one uncle taxi driver kana scared away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1NddfFHOI/AAAAAAAAARw/Ab7XwyqwqC8/s1600-h/IMG_5092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128840719171394786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ry1NddfFHOI/AAAAAAAAARw/Ab7XwyqwqC8/s320/IMG_5092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh btw we made it on newspaper!! haha ... Friday's The New Paper has a picture on us ... so cool!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*picture cope from jass ... again!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5196197060398679669?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5196197060398679669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5196197060398679669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5196197060398679669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5196197060398679669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-07.html' title='halloween 07!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Ryn2n9fFGzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4R4L8sXt7bo/s72-c/group+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-3826941056852660767</id><published>2007-10-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:07:53.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweetest thing in life</title><content type='html'>the bf has been really sweet recently ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he volunteered to help me do my work when I have to rush things through the night though he has class the next day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pei me go library when he has to carry 6 heavy hard cover design books and giving me the lighter ones ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pei me walk around supermarkets to find stuff for school work ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he cooks for me when im busy doing work ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gives me advise and edit my work when i need help ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he listens to me nag about all the unhappiness at school and makes me laugh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he spends 15 mins walking to and fro just to order food from a single stall, cos all the food i wanted is sold out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pei me go home afraid that im being lonely ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y u suddenly so sweet ar? or u have always been like that only that i didnt notice? anyway cant praise you too much ... later u will have swollen head, head become big and fly away ... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say ... thanks for loving me so much wor ... you just make me wanna love you more ... *muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-3826941056852660767?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/3826941056852660767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=3826941056852660767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3826941056852660767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3826941056852660767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweetest-thing-in-life.html' title='the sweetest thing in life'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-8930239187178126299</id><published>2007-10-19T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:24:51.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; go to school again today. woke up at 11 when my class starts at 10. how bad can that be? was actually supposed to have woken up at 9 after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;messaging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jass&lt;/span&gt;, but somehow i fell asleep again. By the time i woke up its just too late. Today was Rhoda's last day for class, and we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go and take a picture with her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so tired recently. always seems to be lack of sleep. yawning at every 1/2 a second. I seriously need a morphine jab. anyone has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lobang&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; have to re-do my packaging homework. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sux&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; what to do now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tml&lt;/span&gt; must show some progress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. but now still stuck at what product to do! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;arrggh&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tml&lt;/span&gt; going to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;peiqin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;baobei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;!! yeah ... so long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; see her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; what's going on in her life right now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; better than mine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt; ... for sure. was discussing with her and MS where to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tml&lt;/span&gt; via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; what happen MS suddenly got angry and say she dun wanna meet anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;baobei&lt;/span&gt; say maybe is she made her angry. so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; MS a few time ask her to calm down but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; reply all. throwing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;xiao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; pi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;qi&lt;/span&gt; again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;. nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;xing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;zhen&lt;/span&gt;. really very hard to understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-8930239187178126299?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/8930239187178126299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=8930239187178126299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/8930239187178126299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/8930239187178126299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleepy.html' title='sleepy ...'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5155405052816408888</id><published>2007-10-18T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:07:55.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just woke up from a peaceful sleep. Never had such a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slp&lt;/span&gt; since 4 months ago. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shiok&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe its the flu med that mama asked me to eat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Havent&lt;/span&gt; been feeling well since last week, so decided to take a day off school and have a good rest. Hope it helps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drove to school alone yesterday! Felt so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. But my heart was thumping the whole journey from home to school, praying that i can reach in one piece. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Actually wanted to have supper with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jassine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alicia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; the way home so have to postpone the supper til I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;familiarise&lt;/span&gt; with the route. Next time k!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after class I drop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;alicia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt;, grace and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fiza&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;parkview&lt;/span&gt; square &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BUSTOP&lt;/span&gt;, which they say it might be even faster if they have walked there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Wahaha&lt;/span&gt; ... so funny. Cos i was really slow and careful, and the short journey seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Me first time ma. Must gimme chance! After dropping them off, I went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;WJ's&lt;/span&gt; house and pick him up to go home with me. Was actually kidding with him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;, but he agreed to come, so sweet!! *wink* love you baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; gonna post the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ubin&lt;/span&gt; Outing pictures with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;laogong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;laopo&lt;/span&gt; and brother before doing my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arriving at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Ubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdHhq4JexI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PtcoZN-g_tI/s1600-h/DSC02266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122641744928275218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdHhq4JexI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PtcoZN-g_tI/s320/DSC02266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;WJ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;JiaWen&lt;/span&gt;, one weird uncle trying to act cute, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;laogong&lt;/span&gt;, brother and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;YK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(while still waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;laopo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;jackson&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Group Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdITq4JeyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ourr_WNgFoo/s1600-h/pulauubinresize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122642603921734434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdITq4JeyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ourr_WNgFoo/s320/pulauubinresize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Couples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdIq64JezI/AAAAAAAAAMg/60IkcVFSZcI/s1600-h/DSC02291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122643003353692978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdIq64JezI/AAAAAAAAAMg/60IkcVFSZcI/s320/DSC02291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson and pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;laopo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdIq64Je0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/sdfWDm4yRYE/s1600-h/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122643003353692994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdIq64Je0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/sdfWDm4yRYE/s320/DSC00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;laogong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;jiawen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdIra4Je1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/7qcy21TSUrc/s1600-h/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122643011943627602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdIra4Je1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/7qcy21TSUrc/s320/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;WJ&lt;/span&gt; and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdIra4Je2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/2j8VZRbC0NM/s1600-h/DSC00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122643011943627618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdIra4Je2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/2j8VZRbC0NM/s320/DSC00040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Brokeback&lt;/span&gt;!! Brother and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;YK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdJ1K4Je3I/AAAAAAAAANA/qupiGS4II0w/s1600-h/DSC02268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122644278958979954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdJ1K4Je3I/AAAAAAAAANA/qupiGS4II0w/s320/DSC02268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdJ1a4Je4I/AAAAAAAAANI/iEHN5r3kJI0/s1600-h/DSC02279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122644283253947266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdJ1a4Je4I/AAAAAAAAANI/iEHN5r3kJI0/s320/DSC02279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdJ1a4Je5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uF4MqWiL1xg/s1600-h/DSC00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122644283253947282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdJ1a4Je5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uF4MqWiL1xg/s320/DSC00180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdJ1q4Je6I/AAAAAAAAANY/mYN5omJVmF8/s1600-h/DSC02280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122644287548914594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdJ1q4Je6I/AAAAAAAAANY/mYN5omJVmF8/s320/DSC02280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdJ1q4Je7I/AAAAAAAAANg/N4y5Ud97tdU/s1600-h/DSC02281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122644287548914610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdJ1q4Je7I/AAAAAAAAANg/N4y5Ud97tdU/s320/DSC02281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdKg64Je8I/AAAAAAAAANo/-SocFqKQXpM/s1600-h/DSC02282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122645030578256834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdKg64Je8I/AAAAAAAAANo/-SocFqKQXpM/s320/DSC02282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdKg64Je9I/AAAAAAAAANw/V4KDunUT6ls/s1600-h/DSC02283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122645030578256850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdKg64Je9I/AAAAAAAAANw/V4KDunUT6ls/s320/DSC02283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all so hot, smelly, sticky, dirty BUT so happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdKhK4JfAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DWW_3DzrrT0/s1600-h/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122645034873224194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdKhK4JfAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DWW_3DzrrT0/s320/DSC00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at our dirty back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdKhK4Je-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZzUZRFzJ8mg/s1600-h/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122645034873224162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdKhK4Je-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZzUZRFzJ8mg/s320/DSC00181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdKhK4Je_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/UCloHLl3kfM/s1600-h/DSC02285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122645034873224178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdKhK4Je_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/UCloHLl3kfM/s320/DSC02285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdLR64JfBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HbSn1bleIWs/s1600-h/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122645872391846930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdLR64JfBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HbSn1bleIWs/s320/DSC00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a really fun trip despite the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;haa&lt;/span&gt; and disruption in the beginning. And thank god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;laopo&lt;/span&gt; is finally able to come, cos it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be fun at all without you!! Smile more just like u do in the pictures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? Love ya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pictures courtesy from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;laogong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5155405052816408888?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5155405052816408888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5155405052816408888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5155405052816408888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5155405052816408888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick-again.html' title='Sick again'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxdHhq4JexI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PtcoZN-g_tI/s72-c/DSC02266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-4575392013304619797</id><published>2007-10-17T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:05:01.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy October</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, Happy Birthday to all the October Babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Bithday to Ahma, Mummy, WJ's Mummy, Xuan Guang, Yilian Jie, Laopo, Alicia, Eh Pok, Jiawen, Matthew kor, Biaoyong, XueSheng, Agnes and Me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, thank you to all my friends who turned up for the Bbq. Thank you laopo, laogong, laogong's laogong, brothers, jass, alicia, del, xiaofen, xiaobi and my baby! Hope you guys have a fun time though =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, a special thanks to my family who organized this for me ... hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proudly sponsored by Mr Chin! *muackz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXXNK4JegI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LZGb3Qh_5S8/s1600-h/IMG_4850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122236772461935106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXXNK4JegI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LZGb3Qh_5S8/s320/IMG_4850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXXhK4JehI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eAyz4y2wt4Y/s1600-h/IMG_4853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122237116059318802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXXhK4JehI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eAyz4y2wt4Y/s320/IMG_4853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXZua4JemI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iR-1KfhpvV0/s1600-h/IMG_4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122239542715841122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXZua4JemI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iR-1KfhpvV0/s320/IMG_4854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXaIq4JenI/AAAAAAAAALA/fbYB-qwduSY/s1600-h/IMG_4855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122239993687407218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXaIq4JenI/AAAAAAAAALA/fbYB-qwduSY/s320/IMG_4855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXaKa4JeoI/AAAAAAAAALI/l7UX-BPXBEI/s1600-h/IMG_4856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122240023752178306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXaKa4JeoI/AAAAAAAAALI/l7UX-BPXBEI/s320/IMG_4856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXaiK4JepI/AAAAAAAAALQ/t3tQnY-rhI8/s1600-h/IMG_4858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122240431774071442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXaiK4JepI/AAAAAAAAALQ/t3tQnY-rhI8/s320/IMG_4858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXawa4JeqI/AAAAAAAAALY/obWAxI1UlEA/s1600-h/IMG_4838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122240676587207330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXawa4JeqI/AAAAAAAAALY/obWAxI1UlEA/s320/IMG_4838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad ... too bad there's no pictures of the rest of my family ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXbFa4JerI/AAAAAAAAALg/XfOj4xYeGuM/s1600-h/IMG_4849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122241037364460210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXbFa4JerI/AAAAAAAAALg/XfOj4xYeGuM/s320/IMG_4849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chin and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXbca4JesI/AAAAAAAAALo/k1GyK_iHO5I/s1600-h/IMG_4848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122241432501451458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXbca4JesI/AAAAAAAAALo/k1GyK_iHO5I/s320/IMG_4848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bean Sisters (missing weilih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXbwK4JetI/AAAAAAAAALw/vGCkPlul_Vk/s1600-h/IMG_4844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122241771803867858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXbwK4JetI/AAAAAAAAALw/vGCkPlul_Vk/s320/IMG_4844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woodland gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXcSq4JeuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sffeDUBuz6Y/s1600-h/IMG_4843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122242364509354722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXcSq4JeuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sffeDUBuz6Y/s320/IMG_4843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laopo &amp;amp; Laogong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXc-64JevI/AAAAAAAAAMA/37WKCgsh_TM/s1600-h/angelbday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122243124718566130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXc-64JevI/AAAAAAAAAMA/37WKCgsh_TM/s320/angelbday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Last but not least ... my wonderful classmates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia, Jassine and Del!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXdYa4JewI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Tctrm6Z-Y0M/s1600-h/angel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122243562805230338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXdYa4JewI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Tctrm6Z-Y0M/s320/angel%27s+bday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a really long time uploading the pictures. Need to go for lesson soon. Later then upload the Pular Ubin Photos! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pictures courtesy from Jassine and Laogong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-4575392013304619797?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/4575392013304619797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=4575392013304619797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4575392013304619797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4575392013304619797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-october.html' title='Happy October'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RxXXNK4JegI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LZGb3Qh_5S8/s72-c/IMG_4850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7589866954489259229</id><published>2007-09-22T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:38:54.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stomach flu virus!!</title><content type='html'>Sick Sick Sick! This whole week should have been a time to rest and take a break from the heavy load of homework. But who would have guessed that i will fall sick on the first day of school break! Such a sickening luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, its not only me who was down with the virus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jassine&lt;/span&gt; and Alicia were caught by it too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; so basically we spent most of the time at home rather than going to school and finishing up our remaining work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole homework shit has really taken a toll on me. The stress, the deadline, the impossible task, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;never ending&lt;/span&gt; work, the lack of sleep. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; where to start to finish all this mess. And the best part is i dun really have anyone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom? no. she will never understands and I dun wanna make her worry too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WJ&lt;/span&gt;? no. He will start to chide me about joining the course, wasting money and get so worked up that at the end of the day I will be the one trying to pacify him. Telling him that i love this stuff so much and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; enjoying every moment in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just too weak. The rest of the people are doing fine except me. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just not cut for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like going out these days. Just wanna stay at home, lie on my bed and daze. I dun wanna think. dun wanna talk to anybody. dun wanna eat. dun wanna drink. just wanna rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but school is starting soon. still must walk out of that door. still must face reality. still must finish all those shit. still must prove that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not that useless anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there a light at the end of the tunnel for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7589866954489259229?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7589866954489259229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7589866954489259229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7589866954489259229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7589866954489259229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/09/stomach-flu-virus.html' title='stomach flu virus!!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7013918606553190326</id><published>2007-09-08T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T02:00:26.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criss Angel And Half A Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/r0BukAy_dko' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/r0BukAy_dko'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so freaky!!! i wonder how he do it sia ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7013918606553190326?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7013918606553190326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7013918606553190326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7013918606553190326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7013918606553190326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/09/criss-angel-and-half-woman.html' title='Criss Angel And Half A Woman'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-6574993225275455846</id><published>2007-09-08T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T01:53:51.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy and daddy home!</title><content type='html'>oh mummy and daddy is finally home! miss them a lot sia! just so glad that they are home safe and sound =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having lesson with swee lye tml and we need to show him our logo process ... but right now my mind is still blank ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duno what to draw ... seriously duno ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just stare at the paper and think ... 10 mins ... 20 mins ... 30 mins ... just passed by and all my sketches are like shit ... not a single one i like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is dead ... just cant think any more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duno what to do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so feel like giving up ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so feel like jumping down from a building ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting knock down by a car ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone shoot me in the brain ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i dun have to think anymore ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-6574993225275455846?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/6574993225275455846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=6574993225275455846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6574993225275455846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6574993225275455846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/09/mummy-and-daddy-home.html' title='mummy and daddy home!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-8914115346454912242</id><published>2007-09-07T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:17:24.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncle seng ... hurry wake up ...</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates of my brother who fainted at work last wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Just got back after speaking to the doctor. His condition is now stablised. Heart Rate at 74 and Blood Pressure at 135. Still on the high side, but has improves a lot. However, he's still in coma and the doctor is unable to estimate how long more he will be in this state (maybe weeks, maybe months or even years)&lt;br /&gt;Currently, he's able to breathe with the help of some supply of oxgen. Eventually, they will try to get him out of the supply of oxygen to see if he can breathe all by himself. If condition improves, they can then close up the hole that leads directly to the windpipe. Else, he will have to stay on in this condition for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next problem is he is now confirmed to have a major stroke. His blood clot is getting better but as it's at the brain stem, even if he wakes up, he will need a lot of family support for his daily chores (may have to stay at nursing home if there's no one to take care of him full time). So, will have to look into how to get his daily life on...but most important thing is still - he has to get out from his coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will still have to pray very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this email from my aunt today ...&lt;br /&gt;didnt know that my uncle's condition is so bad ...&lt;br /&gt;hope he get well soon ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-8914115346454912242?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/8914115346454912242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=8914115346454912242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/8914115346454912242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/8914115346454912242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/09/uncle-seng-hurry-wake-up.html' title='uncle seng ... hurry wake up ...'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-2624597838029790078</id><published>2007-09-06T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T02:29:30.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny sunny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this layout very boring meh?? dont u think the sun is so cheery and cute? see already oso very happy what ... wei shan u no taste le ... whahahaha ... k la k la ... see i finally blog ... because of u le ... gan dong ma ... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing happen recently so i didnt blog lor ... because basically this few weeks are just homework, homework and more HOMEWORK! Im up to my neck already ... and so is all my other classmates ... work just keep piling and piling ... like a sewage pipe that burst ... all the shit just keep on coming ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah ... something did happen ... i accidently squashed a lizard and the poor fellow was flattened on my bedroom door ... jassine must be sick of the story by now ... hahaha ... but its really gross lor ... i really hate lizards sia ... i would rather have millions of crocraches crawl over me than one liazrd touch me! *silvers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and dad went China last week ... my uncle had a stroke and is in coma for 1 week already ... seems quite serious but my grandma wont let us tell my parents ... hopefully by the time they come back he would have woken up already ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care of urself peeps ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-2624597838029790078?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/2624597838029790078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=2624597838029790078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2624597838029790078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2624597838029790078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunny-sunny.html' title='sunny sunny!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-4123439913888948633</id><published>2007-07-31T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:58:30.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to coax your gf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HOW TO COAX UR GF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NEVER LEAVE HER ALONE TO COOL DOWN, even if she tells you to go away or does not want to say anything. 95% of girls hate that. They like to pout and sulk and ignore you while you keep trying to cajole. Keep doing that. It may take 5min for one girl... or 10hrs for another.... before she cools down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. BE SINCERE. If you are trying to apologize, then be sincere about being sorry. Girls can't stand guys who say sorry but then when they find out more try to push the blame back to the girl, or take the girl's reasons lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After you have done 1, she would have decided to stop her cold war with you, and she would open her heart again and tell you EVERYTHING she feels, and why. LISTEN ATTENTIVELY. DO NOT INTERRUPT except to clarify. When she is done, and appears to feel better that she's given you a piece of her mind, THEN you may try to explain your side of the story patiently and contritely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never make her feel that her anger is unjustified EVEN IF YOU BELIEVE YOU HAVE DONE NO WRONG. Show her that you understand how she feels and that you promise you will try to be more sensitive and not be so stupid in the future.If you have done 1-4 well, she would have forgiven you by now. However, her mood may still be bad because of the whole episode. NOW you can start cracking silly jokes to cheer her up or do anything silly/funny/romantic/sweet/touching. To do the cheering up BEFORE step 1-4 is just suicide ok. She will be even more angry to find that you have the mood to clown around when she's so upset about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Its so damn true lor ... all guys should memorise this by heart ... but i doubt ever will somebody do that ... cos guys just dun get!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Stolen this piece from Laopo's blog. Hehe ... *peace*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-4123439913888948633?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/4123439913888948633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=4123439913888948633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4123439913888948633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4123439913888948633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-coax-your-gf.html' title='how to coax your gf'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-1093490073371152771</id><published>2007-07-30T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:04:14.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he didnt ... so eventually i did ...</title><content type='html'>its an agonizing day for me ...&lt;br /&gt;something happened ...&lt;br /&gt;unhappiness and disappointment manifested due to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stubbornness&lt;/span&gt; and brainless act ...&lt;br /&gt;pieces and pieces of my heart was eaten up till I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; take any more ...&lt;br /&gt;without the heart ... what is the use of pride?&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to take the first step to stop the pain ...&lt;br /&gt;praying hard that this is the correct move to take ...&lt;br /&gt;the result &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; what i expected ... but still, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; that bad ...&lt;br /&gt;it felt like the pain after popping a pain killer ...&lt;br /&gt;its still there but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; hurt so much that you feel like dying anymore ...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just love myself for being such a wimp ...&lt;br /&gt;such a coward ... such a loser ...&lt;br /&gt;If the world is full of winners and people who wont give in, without people like me how can there be peace?&lt;br /&gt;ya ... i know ... i am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;consoling&lt;/span&gt; myself ... cheers ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-1093490073371152771?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/1093490073371152771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=1093490073371152771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/1093490073371152771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/1093490073371152771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/07/he-didnt-so-eventually-i-did.html' title='he didnt ... so eventually i did ...'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7070669005785771825</id><published>2007-07-27T03:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:50:44.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Ally Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw this clip from my cousin's blog ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl is super cute and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7070669005785771825?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7070669005785771825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7070669005785771825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7070669005785771825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7070669005785771825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/07/baby-ally-whatever_27.html' title='Baby Ally Whatever'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5690403784956698486</id><published>2007-07-27T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:37:35.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chivas</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Van's house after a drinking session with the remaining bottle of Chivas kept at YK's house. It been a long time since we had our last drinking session at the hotel during Laopo's birthday last year. Almost a year le! We used to have fun like this frequently in the past until some stuff happened and everything died down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, everytime we have a outing it is still as fun as before. All the same crap, lame jokes and teasing. All so old already but still act like kids. Hahaha ... okok i know u all surly wanna say im the only oldest right? fine lor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when are we meeting again ar?&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most free one?&lt;br /&gt;Organise another outing k!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play mahjong, go sentosa, sing ktv, go mind's cafe, chiong, and DRINK!!&lt;br /&gt;So the most eng one better do ur job hor ... *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5690403784956698486?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5690403784956698486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5690403784956698486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5690403784956698486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5690403784956698486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/07/chivas.html' title='chivas'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7736971556203986920</id><published>2007-07-26T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T01:50:12.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imm and reg jap 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;woke up early in the morning to collect my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt; spree clothes which took 3 months to come ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! And another spree in May is still one the way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt; spree always take so long to come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; so not going to order again ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arrgghh&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After collecting the stuff, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jass&lt;/span&gt; went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IMM's&lt;/span&gt; esprit outlet cos she wanna check out some belt. The things there are really much cheaper than other stores cos they sell mostly out of season &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;clothing&lt;/span&gt;. But to me they still look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; in fashion, so who ever interested can go check it out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Initially&lt;/span&gt;, I wanted to buy a white leather bag. The retail price was $89.90, but now its only selling at $49.90. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; like super tempted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;! but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jass&lt;/span&gt; say its not nice, so in the end I only bought a belt with her, which cost only $6.90. Not a bad deal too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Weixiang&lt;/span&gt; to sign up for our Japanese elementary 2 class and after that had dinner with him and Harvey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt;. We had Pepper lunch!! My favourite and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;WJ's&lt;/span&gt; hated food. Lucky he is not with us, if not i sure cant eat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting about work and studies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;WX's&lt;/span&gt; going to start school in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt; soon and Didi thinking about changing his course in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt; after he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; from army. Then stories about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt; friends or schoolmates of theirs started pouring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1 friend's internship pay is $1200 la.", "Another one was headhunted by a company and his starting pay is $4,500.", "1 pretty friend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;WX&lt;/span&gt; is studying XXX science in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt;." blah blah blah ... And sitting beside me is 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;potential&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt; engineering graduates ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel so small ... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah ... So what if i am also a mass communication graduate ... my cert is just a piece of shit to me ... the best way to put it I bought it back with just $22K. Where do I stand among all these intelligent and young people with a bright future? Where Can I Stand??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not smart, my studies sucks, my designer's path is still just a dream, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not confident, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not outspoken, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not good at anything and basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just a good for nothing. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; pretty then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; la, maybe I can do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;bimbotic&lt;/span&gt; job, but the worst is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not even up for that. And to think of that some people can even be pretty and smart at the same time *envy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;How can thay do that? Are they just born intelligent? Or do they work smart? How can they cope studies and life? Im just curious. yah I tried too but too no avil. I have learnt that hardwork does not equal result. No matter what i do, how hard i try, nothings seems to come out good. Maybe Im just not smart like what WJ says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hearing about people getting $5k a month is like a dream to me. When can i achieve that? 30 years time? Not even sure whether i can get a bloody job after I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;graduate&lt;/span&gt; from OS. How can i support my parents in the furture? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt; ... Im feeling so depress ... *cry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7736971556203986920?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7736971556203986920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7736971556203986920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7736971556203986920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7736971556203986920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/07/imm-and-reg-jap-2.html' title='imm and reg jap 2'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-6972960394203102684</id><published>2007-07-25T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T04:11:24.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally updating again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;oh yeah! im finally updating my blog ... i know its been a long time since i blog and cobwebs are building all over liao ... haha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy, then lazy, then trying all means to forget that i have a blog ... yeah tts me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a study break last week, but sadly didnt really have the chance to go play oso le ... stuck at home most of the time doing homework ... and eventually missing out a lot of stuff too ... cannot date ... cannot play ... cannot chiong ... so many cannot ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike WJ who is clearing his leave now ... playing all day lor ... going here going there ... so good ... going out til i duno where or who he going out oso ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually suppose to post pictures of brother's celebration de ... which is like 3 or 4 weeks ago but i haven even bluetooth the pictures to my comp lor ... wahahaha ... talking about being lazy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just now i was playing with facebook with jassine ... keeping poking her bunny and petting her frog ... wahahaha ... so funny lor ... imagine our msn conversation ... "eh poke my bunny le" ... "send me a present ... i like the cow" ... haha ... so cute ... got chance u all must go play play ... hehe&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/23464424-6972960394203102684?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/6972960394203102684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=6972960394203102684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6972960394203102684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6972960394203102684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-updating-again.html' title='finally updating again'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5268307696871666498</id><published>2007-06-13T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T02:12:35.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>communication problem</title><content type='html'>haven been seeing bi very much these few weeks ... but somehow rather than having tons to talk to each other due to the lack of meeting up, it seems that our conversation is getting more and more dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the topics we talked about everyday are always the same. And sometimes im just so tired that i dont feel like talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i misses him and wants to see him as often as possible. But when communication comes into place I just wanna avoid it as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like what larlin wrote in her blog, communication is so vital in a r/s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but y is it yet the most difficult le? hmmm ... *tired*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5268307696871666498?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5268307696871666498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5268307696871666498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5268307696871666498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5268307696871666498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/06/communication-problem.html' title='communication problem'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-4677201456196675983</id><published>2007-06-11T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:52:56.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean 13 sleep sleep</title><content type='html'>watched ocean 13 with xiao bi and maisy maisy mouse just now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was soooo tired ... that i fell asleep ... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a gd long 15 mins, then realized that i cannot waste my money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to force my eyes open and just managed to caught the climax of the movie ... *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days too many homework to do le la ... always not enuff time to sleep ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then before that still went to do a game event at square 2 for m&amp;m ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not enuff sleep still have to run ... *peng* ... haha ... lucky me still fit enuff ... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean 13 is really funny ... Must watch!! but if wanna compare, i still think Ocean 11 is better ... smarter plot ... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-4677201456196675983?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/4677201456196675983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=4677201456196675983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4677201456196675983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4677201456196675983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/06/ocean-13-sleep-sleep.html' title='Ocean 13 sleep sleep'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-3018081827470257877</id><published>2007-06-10T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T03:09:39.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lose mahjong big time</title><content type='html'>just came home from a mahjong session from Mr Tony Chan's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It either my mahjong skills really sux or my luck is really down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause for the past few hours, i won only a few times and the only time i win is those small small tais. And every time i have those big tais somebody else is bound to win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgghhh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anybody who wants to earn some extra money or have the kick of winning on the mahjong table ... feel free to find me! Im sure i can make you very happy ... haha ... arrrggghhh ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-3018081827470257877?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/3018081827470257877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=3018081827470257877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3018081827470257877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3018081827470257877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/06/lose-mahjong-big-time.html' title='lose mahjong big time'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-6969798706002110193</id><published>2007-06-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:15:28.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are passionate, romantic, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put love first in your life, even though you have often been disappointed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect to be swept of your feet, and you never expect infatuation to die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you are scared that you aren't lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your insecurity has ruined many relationships, as you are unable to see the love that's really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly afraid of being alone. Confronting your insecurities is incredibly painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: October 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a dynamic, charismatic person who's possibly headed for fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to charm strangers easily. And you usually can get what you want from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbally talented, you tend to persuade people with your speaking and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate and loving, but it's hard for you to commit to any one relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your extreme manipulation tactics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Indigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Four leaf clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/23464424-6969798706002110193?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/6969798706002110193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=6969798706002110193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6969798706002110193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6969798706002110193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/06/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-1734345065770026229</id><published>2007-06-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:57:15.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unhappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im not happy le ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that kind of feeling whereby everything seems to go wrong ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when laughter is hollow ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile is fake ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind is elsewhere ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart is cold ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea when this mood suddenly creeps in ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the time of the month again? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its nearing Aug and the insecurity is coming back again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe oh maybe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just unhappy ... *sulks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-1734345065770026229?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/1734345065770026229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=1734345065770026229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/1734345065770026229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/1734345065770026229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/06/unhappy.html' title='unhappy'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-4721899333924826498</id><published>2007-06-04T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:12:17.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink toy! thx baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was out with ning, eve and baobei during the day, while bb went for his usual soccer match. After the soccer, he called and said that he will be going out with his "laopo" yaosheng. So i said ok lor and didnt think twice about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Later when he is about to go home, he called again and said he bought presents for our "babies". (well ... babies are actually our 2 soft toys - bear &amp; froggy - that he got for me). I was really surprised cause he wont usually buy things for me without occasion, so i immeaditely imagined it to be something really cute and small for the "babies" that he just bought for fun. But no matter how i question him, he just dont wanna tell me what is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So after that he came and fetched me home. Throughout the bus journey, i kept bombarding him with questions. Like, "how big is it", "how much", "what is it made of", "what is the use of it", etc ... "is it socks", "is it a hat", "is it shoes", but he keep saying no until i gave up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then there is this person sitting in front with a mp4 player watching a show, so i casually ask him to see. I said that the player seems very good. can watch movie and the screen is very big. Then he ask what is the difference between this player and the one i showed him on the magzine yesterday. I said its about the same, but this one is bigger and that one i showed him is a bit small to watch movie. All of a sudden, he become very agitated and keep asking why i dont like the smaller one already. After seeing his reaction, then it came to me that the present he kept talking about is THIS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RmLuf--cpkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0yYL2GUc0UM/s1600-h/sony_nw-a800_pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071878363620877890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RmLuf--cpkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0yYL2GUc0UM/s320/sony_nw-a800_pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OMG!! I really didn expect him to buy this! Cos i was only casuslly mentioning it to him yesterday that i saw it at the IT fair and was considering to buy. But the price is quite steep so i really couldnt afford it. And to my surprise, he went down to the IT fair and bought it for me today! Im so touched!! He actually remembered and take noticed of everything i said and is willing to spent so much on me while being stingy to himself! yet i still complain about him for forgetting my words sometimes. *my bad this time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And this is our new toy! I love pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RmLx2--cpmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Iys6qITxhB4/s1600-h/pink+toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071882057292752482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RmLx2--cpmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Iys6qITxhB4/s320/pink+toy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;$399 for this tiny thingy! But a ear phone is missing from the package and bb is not too happy about it. Need to call and check with the dealer tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It can play mp3, video and pictures on it and i love it too bits! Thank You BABY!! *muackz! muackz* No, its not too small for video. Its just the right size and i can watch it while doing gym next time. And i will put a lot a lot of your pictures in it too! Dont worry k ... i really love it a lot!! This month you will have a scrap and save again, xin ku ni le! we shall be more thrifty for the next few months k?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A bonus kiss for you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*MUACKzzzzzzzzzzz*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-4721899333924826498?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/4721899333924826498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=4721899333924826498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4721899333924826498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4721899333924826498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/06/pink-toy-thx-baby.html' title='pink toy! thx baby!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RmLuf--cpkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0yYL2GUc0UM/s72-c/sony_nw-a800_pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-6073808625764596940</id><published>2007-05-30T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:54:53.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss universe 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss Korea is so pretty!! Its such a pity that she didn't win the crown. Maybe it's because of the answer &amp; question? &lt;em&gt;To have a wallet that doesn't dries up ...&lt;/em&gt; hmm tt really sounds a bit lame. Anyway ... i was still very mesmerised by her! She is the prettiest one i find so far. Much better than Miss Japan ... i think ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxUre-cpcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3mRc-PEMWeo/s1600-h/K1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020386538431938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxUre-cpcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3mRc-PEMWeo/s320/K1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxUx--cpdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6IELinrhiWI/s1600-h/K2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020498207581650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxUx--cpdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6IELinrhiWI/s320/K2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Miss Japan wasn't that bad too, but then she was just so-so to me. And just like what my baobei gf says, she walks funny! like very jumpy and a bit hiao, with her hips swinging her and there ... haha ... hmm not very impressed by her ... till thinks that my Miss Korea is better ... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxV_e-cpeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3hBvwhH0KuQ/s1600-h/j2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070021829647443426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxV_e-cpeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3hBvwhH0KuQ/s320/j2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxWJe-cpfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fGOcel0B020/s1600-h/j1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070022001446135282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxWJe-cpfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fGOcel0B020/s320/j1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And as usual, our Miss Singapore just didn't make the mark again. As compared to the past Miss Singapore, i think that she is one of the better ones. Pretty and intelligent. The others were just either pretty w/o brains or brains w/o looks. Its just a pity that she wasn't outstanding enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxXOu-cpgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fDaUsnCTWeY/s1600-h/s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070023191152076290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxXOu-cpgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fDaUsnCTWeY/s320/s1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxXZu-cphI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZYIfvlMBJTM/s1600-h/s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070023380130637330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxXZu-cphI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZYIfvlMBJTM/s320/s2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hmm ... and one more ... im just a bit curious ... how did she get there?? *scratch head* there are bound to be tons of babe in Malaysia ... but why her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxZzO-cpiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2VeRYxhFdPw/s1600-h/m2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070026017240557090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxZzO-cpiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2VeRYxhFdPw/s320/m2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxZ6e-cpjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4JNC9qXPdtM/s1600-h/m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070026141794608690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxZ6e-cpjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4JNC9qXPdtM/s320/m1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-6073808625764596940?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/6073808625764596940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=6073808625764596940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6073808625764596940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6073808625764596940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/miss-universe-2007.html' title='miss universe 2007'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RlxUre-cpcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3mRc-PEMWeo/s72-c/K1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5820711761831524538</id><published>2007-05-26T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:20:07.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me &amp; baby</title><content type='html'>When we were returning to his house after soccer just now, he suddenly laughed and said," you seems to be following me everywhere these few days hor... haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i think ... "&lt;em&gt;eh ya hor&lt;/em&gt; ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos yesterday after class, i went to his place first before we meet his friends to play lan. After playing for a few hours, we went to his friend's place to play poker. Then he fetch me home and stayed over. Next morning, he send me to school. Initially im suppose to meet him after class, but who know there is actually no class today! &lt;a href="mailto:*@#$^&amp;*%"&gt;*@#$^&amp;amp;*%&lt;/a&gt;#* Anyway, since its too far to go home, so i went to his house to take a nap first before his soccer match. After the match, we went for dinner and he send me home again. So now he is sleeping like a pig at the moment. Tomorrow we are going to have lunch with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah ... come to think of it we are seeing each other for like 3 days straight le! lucky we are not sick of each other yet (for him i duno la ... haha) but its quite fun though ... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5820711761831524538?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5820711761831524538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5820711761831524538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5820711761831524538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5820711761831524538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-baby.html' title='me &amp; baby'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7430908369462528502</id><published>2007-05-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:57:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny da jie</title><content type='html'>this happen 2 days ago ...&lt;br /&gt;i was reading hoiling's blog and my da jie entered the room ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da jie: girl ... what are you doing? oh is that your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: no la ... my friend's de ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da jie: no meh? (pointing to hoiling's photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: no ... is my friend's picture la!! (trying to scroll the page down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da jie: eh wait! i wanna see! its you what! but how come the picture is so distored??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (-_-) *sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha ... this is the joke of the year man ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7430908369462528502?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7430908369462528502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7430908369462528502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7430908369462528502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7430908369462528502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-da-jie.html' title='funny da jie'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5309740237417939140</id><published>2007-05-25T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:38:50.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying my lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;was sitting in class today listening to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lecturer&lt;/span&gt; speaking ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;all of a sudden, there is this sense of joy in me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;cause at that moment, i realized that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; actually enjoying myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i was so immersed in the topic that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; even feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; having a lesson ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;everything is so interesting and fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;never in my life have i ever felt that way in any lesson ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;in the past, everything is sure a chore ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but now its different ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so glad that i took up this course ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i have finally found what i really like ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hope this feeling will last!! script &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;writting&lt;/span&gt; class is coming up. Shit! how i hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;writting&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5309740237417939140?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5309740237417939140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5309740237417939140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5309740237417939140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5309740237417939140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/enjoying-my-lesson.html' title='enjoying my lesson'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-4092893150724097080</id><published>2007-05-25T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:45:04.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naughty baby insomia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;humph!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to praise him for being so &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swweeeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday for fetching me home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jap&lt;/span&gt; class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today he refused to sing a lullaby to make me sleep after he promised to! &lt;em&gt;blah!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;naughty boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt; recently ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant even sleep though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really tried ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was even worsen ... i lie on bed from 1 a.m. to 5 a.m.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone gimme some suggestion to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;slp&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-4092893150724097080?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/4092893150724097080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=4092893150724097080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4092893150724097080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4092893150724097080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/naughty-baby-insomia.html' title='naughty baby insomia'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-3165700614527377412</id><published>2007-05-21T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:33:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of sch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First lesson: Video Editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fun rite? initially i tot so too ... but its actually the theory part! so its all about the techincal specs of the video, audio and so on ... Boring! And with the lack of sleep from these few days, I was doozing off 3/4 of the time during the 3 hours lecture ... duno what the hack the teacher was talking about all along ... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go through another 3 more hours of class tml ... lesson is : Drawing ... well hope its not as boring as today lor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-3165700614527377412?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/3165700614527377412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=3165700614527377412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3165700614527377412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3165700614527377412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-day-of-sch.html' title='first day of sch!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-6293453169042660893</id><published>2007-05-17T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:13:37.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jap class</title><content type='html'>my laptop no sound le ... duno what happen ...&lt;br /&gt;just bought it a few months ago ... now so fast spoil le ...&lt;br /&gt;so sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for my first jap class yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning of the class, im still able to understand ...&lt;br /&gt;but after 2 hours ... everything is in a mess!&lt;br /&gt;so many things to learn and remember ...&lt;br /&gt;me really old liao ... brain cannot take it le ...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next mon going to start school le ...&lt;br /&gt;bit scared ... bit excited ...&lt;br /&gt;duno what to expect ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that woman is mad ...&lt;br /&gt;i saw her throw tantrum just now ...&lt;br /&gt;throwing her shoes, screaming vulgarity and hitting herself ...&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that she will hit my sis ...&lt;br /&gt;poor sis ... always tolerating this ... never had a break ... how long will this last??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-6293453169042660893?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/6293453169042660893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=6293453169042660893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6293453169042660893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6293453169042660893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/jap-class.html' title='jap class'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-903841385584850053</id><published>2007-05-15T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T14:09:45.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Frame 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Played Fatal Frame 3 with Poland kor yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BIG REGRET!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to sleep with the lights on cos the images of female ghosts standing in the shadow keeps running in my mind! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im really not a horror movie person. Though I did watched quite a number of horror movies like The Ring, Ju-On, The maid blah blah ... but its nv on my own accord. It will either be im forced to accompany someone, or i lost in a bet , or persude by others ... I dun understand y would anyone pay money to be scared and have nightmares at night! ok ok ... i guess most pple are not as timid and as lan as me la ... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still remebered that time when we went into the old changi hosiptal with brother and gang, duno who's smart idea lor. I nearly died of heart attack on the spot! So scary ... Next time if there are anymore night outings with them ar must be very careful ... they like to bring us to haunted places de ... duno got what motives .... wahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, i will leave the game unplayed for now and wait til Poland kor free to come play with me again ... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-903841385584850053?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/903841385584850053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=903841385584850053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/903841385584850053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/903841385584850053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/fatal-frame-3.html' title='Fatal Frame 3'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-1874059128717119013</id><published>2007-05-13T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:01:27.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Game!</title><content type='html'>The newest blogging game.I think it's cool &amp; nice la. Must read, &amp;amp; played !!TAGGED !!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This is what you are supposed to do. Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game. Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I like to wear ... as little as possible when i go to bed ... else i will have difficulty falling asleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When i enter the toilet, i must check the lock at least 3 times that its defiantly locked, before i will proceed to use the toilet or bath. *locked? sure its locked? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; it locked!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I will never never cut my nails after the sun have set. My mom says by doing that people will dislike or hate you. *well ... i believe a lot in what my mom says ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When i learnt that a guy is born in the year of either the goat, horse or rabbit, I will immediately lost interest in them. Cos these zodiac clashes with mine. On the other hand, I really likes guys who are born in the year of cow, snake and dragon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. *Alright! I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; being ridiculously superstitious!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I will always avoid looking at any wake held under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HDB&lt;/span&gt; void deck, cos i believe once i looked at them i will have bad luck for the rest of the day. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really a superstitious freak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I believe that there is no forever love and no loyal &amp; trustworthy guy in the world, wanted to be single forever but yet craves for love when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; single. *nought said ... think this applies to most girls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I tagged1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Djohan&lt;/span&gt; 2) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lailin&lt;/span&gt; 3) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Weishan&lt;/span&gt; 4) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-1874059128717119013?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/1874059128717119013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=1874059128717119013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/1874059128717119013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/1874059128717119013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged-game.html' title='Tagged Game!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-9033935478306091130</id><published>2007-05-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:27:51.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye Po Po</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; came home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wj's&lt;/span&gt; grandma's wake.&lt;br /&gt;Po Po passed away this morning in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;His dad called and broke the news to us in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;We were both super shocked, cos 2 weeks ago we just celebrated her 83&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and she was still able to walk around and everything seems fine.&lt;br /&gt;But now, she is gone ...&lt;br /&gt;well ... who could have thought ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we have only met for 6 - 7 times, but i have really grown to like her.&lt;br /&gt;She is always so sweet. Keep asking me to eat more, eat more. Always talking to me (in Cantonese), which i totally dun understand a bit!! When i nod in response, she thought i understood her words, and she will continue to talk even more! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a nice old lady, i really really hope she is in heaven now( with my aunt), and will bless her family, her kids, her grandchildren, who really loves her a lot ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 funerals within 1 month ...&lt;br /&gt;life is really short ...&lt;br /&gt;life is really unpredictable ...&lt;br /&gt;who knows what might happen the next day, next hour, next min, next sec ...&lt;br /&gt;lets not waste anymore time k ...&lt;br /&gt;please tell your love ones how much you care for them before time runs out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes ... To my family, my boyfriend, my friends ... I love you guys (LOTS) !!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; now at the funeral, i suddenly realized something. Did you guys ever wonder why Chinese funeral are always held for so many day? like 3, 5 or 7 days? Is it really because of religion and ritual purposes? In remembrance of the deceased? Anyway, whatever the case it is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; really glad that the Chinese have this culture. Though when a person dies, and the family grieves at the lost of a love one, but on the other hand during the wake, relatives and friends from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; land whom you have never been in contact for ages will definitely suddenly appear! And at the wake, most of the family members will there to help out and through that, there are actually a lot of communication going on, and in turn they might also grow closer. It's somehow like the deceased last attempt to do something for the family - which is to make the family stronger ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Isnt&lt;/span&gt; that so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-9033935478306091130?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/9033935478306091130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=9033935478306091130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/9033935478306091130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/9033935478306091130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-bye-po-po.html' title='Good bye Po Po'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-4845323412675533376</id><published>2007-05-12T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:34:25.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday baby chin!</title><content type='html'>yeah guys thanks for all that suaning! better dun let me catch u drunk hor! haha ... btw laopo and brother ... u know how much i love you guys right? so ... can delete the video?? *plea* Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Monster Chin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you finally turn 22 le! But how come u are still like a little boy boy in my eyes huh? *Im such a paedophile ... eek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a day off camp today and came to my house in the noon. Then we went cathay to watch spider man 3. initially wanted to watch at the 4D max theatre but it was down, so bo bian only have to watch the normal one. Btw hor, what exactly is the 4D max thingy huh? what is the diff? Is it when there is water scene, water will splash out literally? wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Shangri-la Hotel, for a buffet at The Line. Omg! The food there is so nice! especially the dessert, seafood, sashimi, tim sum ... ok ok ... everything is nice! though its a bit ex la ... but its really worth the price. We ate from 7-10, and 3 hours later (tts now) im still feeling super full and bloated! He says im paying money to make my self suffer ... haha ... how true ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its been a really long time since we have enjoyed ourself so much. And im so glad that he is so happy today ... hehe ... Ni kuai le deng yu wo kuai le! Hope wo men nian nian you jing ri oh! love ya babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSlwixt5FI/AAAAAAAAAGc/w6S09_8wL0o/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063354134458917970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSlwixt5FI/AAAAAAAAAGc/w6S09_8wL0o/s200/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSl_yxt5GI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jJTxRqab7m0/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063354396451923042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSl_yxt5GI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jJTxRqab7m0/s200/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the bus on the way to catch spiderman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSmWyxt5HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pAPdFY7dq28/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063354791588914290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSmWyxt5HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pAPdFY7dq28/s200/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSmjixt5II/AAAAAAAAAG0/aR4l810XKWQ/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063355010632246402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSmjixt5II/AAAAAAAAAG0/aR4l810XKWQ/s200/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sashimi! Sashimi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSmuyxt5JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ak9_asNWlEo/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063355203905774738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSmuyxt5JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ak9_asNWlEo/s200/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSm4Cxt5KI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vet3UdNwhFU/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063355362819564706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSm4Cxt5KI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vet3UdNwhFU/s200/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comon! Big Prawns! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSnXixt5LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IJAEMQkVFAw/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063355903985444018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSnXixt5LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IJAEMQkVFAw/s200/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSnkCxt5MI/AAAAAAAAAHU/St4MtBrWRDU/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063356118733808834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSnkCxt5MI/AAAAAAAAAHU/St4MtBrWRDU/s200/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Beginning &amp; The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSn_yxt5OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/f2w0kBWxzRY/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063356595475178722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSn_yxt5OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/f2w0kBWxzRY/s200/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSnxixt5NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r0defZHYLr4/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063356350662042834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSnxixt5NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r0defZHYLr4/s200/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and me baby ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-4845323412675533376?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/4845323412675533376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=4845323412675533376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4845323412675533376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/4845323412675533376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-baby-chin.html' title='Happy Birthday baby chin!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RkSlwixt5FI/AAAAAAAAAGc/w6S09_8wL0o/s72-c/DSC00813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7989853737879086530</id><published>2007-05-08T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:26:36.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misc pic</title><content type='html'>As per the request for Mr Tan Yun Xiang .... CURLY HAIR PHOTOS! *dun you dare call me auntie ... aarragghh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9OTSxt46I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OOY8u_Om1PQ/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061850599552574370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9OTSxt46I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OOY8u_Om1PQ/s200/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9Ofyxt47I/AAAAAAAAAFM/xLWqEcj1NTA/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061850814300939186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9Ofyxt47I/AAAAAAAAAFM/xLWqEcj1NTA/s200/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9Oryxt48I/AAAAAAAAAFU/r_6XffUqhwY/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061851020459369410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9Oryxt48I/AAAAAAAAAFU/r_6XffUqhwY/s200/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some recent photos taken with Monster Chin. He is still quite upset with me for taking up the course. even saying that he will be utterly disappointed in me if i fail to do well. Haiz ... y must you be so harsh to me?? cant you just give me a bit of support?? *heartache* Im so afraid that we will start to drift apart when both of our sch terms start ... haiz ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9P_ixt49I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ebQa-G4g0-Q/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061852459273413586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9P_ixt49I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ebQa-G4g0-Q/s200/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9QLyxt4-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/hlka3Hd5Pb8/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061852669726811106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9QLyxt4-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/hlka3Hd5Pb8/s200/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9QaSxt4_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/W8wASKfbuPc/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061852918834914290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9QaSxt4_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/W8wASKfbuPc/s200/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway on the happier note, after months of savings ... i finally rewarded my self with some shopping! hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9Q6Cxt5AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JleilFh9tfQ/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061853464295760898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9Q6Cxt5AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JleilFh9tfQ/s200/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9RHSxt5BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZGFNcx4oWRw/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061853691929027602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9RHSxt5BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZGFNcx4oWRw/s200/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tee from wetseal ... just love it ... its so cute and cheery! *look at the sun!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9RhCxt5CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TMK62Q_KesY/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061854134310659106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9RhCxt5CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TMK62Q_KesY/s200/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9RuSxt5DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0kw0BbbrtTs/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061854361943925810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9RuSxt5DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0kw0BbbrtTs/s200/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9R8Sxt5EI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4wezYdw4DTs/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061854602462094402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9R8Sxt5EI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4wezYdw4DTs/s200/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NORMAL CLOTHES minus ugly model minus messy backdrop minus bad photo angle = GREAT CLOTHES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7989853737879086530?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7989853737879086530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7989853737879086530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7989853737879086530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7989853737879086530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/misc-pic.html' title='misc pic'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9OTSxt46I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OOY8u_Om1PQ/s72-c/DSC00716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5641485838520161885</id><published>2007-05-07T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:53:00.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk at zouk!</title><content type='html'>STUPID LONG ISLAND TEA!! I'm so going to quit drinking for a while! *hmm on second tot ... maybe not ... haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went zouk last Friday with ning, eve, chuan lei and her boss. It was actually an invitation for a Motorola event to showcase some fashion pieces with cat walk and stuff ... but it was really boring!!! So we were basically just standing around, gossiping, making remarks about the models and dunking down gulps of alcohol unknowingly. Btw the time i can feel it, im already a bit seh. but not too bad la, i still can walk and make conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side story* chuan lei just changed company and is now working for AsiaSoft!! the company that created audition, maple story etc, for those who plays online games. How cool!! and her work these few days are just to play online games all day long ... yet she is still complaining of boredom! i think so many pple are dying to get her job. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after staying a while we decided to leave the place (didnt even stepped on the dance floor!). And we headed for supper. Then ... the NIGHTMARE begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys ... remember that time at tzx place when yk puked all over the floor after the drinking session?? well ... i was just a teeny weeny better than that ... *shy* hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i puked in the taxi (lucky got plastic bag), then i puked again in my toilet, lie down and slp on the toilet floor, woke up puke again, lie down slp, woke up again ( feeling better) and crawl into my bedroom. Literally crawl! then i slept on the floor til morning. At that moment i swear to myself not to drink again! (does that sounds familiar to u brother??) Wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are some of the pictures we took that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9H6Cxt4zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XJtLtm8yRP8/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061843568691110706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9H6Cxt4zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XJtLtm8yRP8/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9IIixt40I/AAAAAAAAAEU/OJmk8W9z8bs/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061843817799213890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9IIixt40I/AAAAAAAAAEU/OJmk8W9z8bs/s320/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP HUG!! ning, me, chuan lei and eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9Ilyxt41I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UsuSFSC-4Lg/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061844320310387538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9Ilyxt41I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UsuSFSC-4Lg/s320/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9I8yxt42I/AAAAAAAAAEk/D_B7TBUIhUs/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061844715447378786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9I8yxt42I/AAAAAAAAAEk/D_B7TBUIhUs/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chipmunk angie &amp;amp; sexy eve ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9JXixt43I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4kFmCdTTJBQ/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061845175008879474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9JXixt43I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4kFmCdTTJBQ/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9JpCxt44I/AAAAAAAAAE0/jGfZG-FUuZM/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061845475656590210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9JpCxt44I/AAAAAAAAAE0/jGfZG-FUuZM/s320/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9J2yxt45I/AAAAAAAAAE8/CJBIxIj9NE0/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061845711879791506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9J2yxt45I/AAAAAAAAAE8/CJBIxIj9NE0/s320/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty pretty ning ... my ou xiang!! she look like ezann lee doesnt she? *ning ning ... dun kill me if u see tis hor*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5641485838520161885?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5641485838520161885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5641485838520161885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5641485838520161885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5641485838520161885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/05/drunk-at-zouk.html' title='drunk at zouk!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/Rj9H6Cxt4zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XJtLtm8yRP8/s72-c/DSC00765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-3416673860498301230</id><published>2007-04-29T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:08:09.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good bye da gu</title><content type='html'>IN MEMORY OF THNG MEOW IMM&lt;br /&gt;10-10-1948 to 24-04-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my da gu passed away last tues. it came as a big blow to all of us. she had been suffering from cancer for the past three years. went in and out of the hospital for umpteen times, but who would have known that this will be her last. during my last visit 2 weeks ago, she was still able to laugh and talk like usual. i tot she will recover, guess i was just too naive. she had been a really good wife, mum, daughter, sister and aunt to all of us. we are all missing her badly, especially ah ma. first losing ah gong and now her eldest daughter. hope da gu is in heaven now with no pain and suffering anymore. God bless. we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is too short, time is too precious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-3416673860498301230?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/3416673860498301230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=3416673860498301230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3416673860498301230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3416673860498301230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-bye-da-gu.html' title='good bye da gu'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5283078030205900042</id><published>2007-04-20T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:06:17.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w155.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w155.photobucket.com/albums/s310/justyh/1177081392.pbw" height="120" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/getyourown.gif" style="border-width: 0;" vspace="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;death ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5283078030205900042?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5283078030205900042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5283078030205900042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5283078030205900042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5283078030205900042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7138678999998759023</id><published>2007-04-20T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:42:19.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare</title><content type='html'>had a nightmare yesterday!! dreamt that my sch close down! The sign board was even dropping of the wall ... scary! but luckily it was just a dream ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally no life since working.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, its just work ... work ... work ...&lt;br /&gt;at work do nothing ...&lt;br /&gt;after work go home do nothing&lt;br /&gt;weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oso&lt;/span&gt; do nothing ...&lt;br /&gt;my life is wasting away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; becoming an old haggard soon ... and nobody will wants me ... boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;laopo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;laogong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xiaoqie&lt;/span&gt; brothers ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jiu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ming&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;lets find some activities and do someday k??&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the fun with you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7138678999998759023?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7138678999998759023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7138678999998759023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7138678999998759023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7138678999998759023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/04/nightmare.html' title='nightmare'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7424305210430675089</id><published>2007-04-19T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:51:02.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im such a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always saying things that I dun mean to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it seems that I dun care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like its no big deal to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide the fact tt you are so important to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That every word you say affects me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing disappointment only makes me feel weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this could make me feels better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet im feeling worst than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know my pretence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be strong ... just for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* ignore this post. pretend you never see. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amnesia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amnesia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Amnesia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7424305210430675089?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7424305210430675089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7424305210430675089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7424305210430675089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7424305210430675089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-such-hypocrite-always-saying-things.html' title=''/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5768275839378607934</id><published>2007-04-19T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:32:14.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sch? or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;admitted&lt;/span&gt; to the sch!! paid an expensive sum of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$350&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the registration. And my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt; was even saying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; conned. am i? am i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like that sch, but a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pple&lt;/span&gt; was telling me that its too small scale. even my sis suspect that it might be a fraud. initially i was really excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; getting in, but after hearing all these comments make me confuse again. what if its really out to cheat my money?? but i did a check on the net and it seems to be doing quite well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fatter&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fatter&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fatter&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; i step on the weighting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt; is just another depressing moments. Can i just cut off all my fats?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5768275839378607934?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5768275839378607934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5768275839378607934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5768275839378607934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5768275839378607934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/04/sch-or-not.html' title='sch? or not?'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7041246378539292641</id><published>2007-04-08T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:14:59.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man zhu</title><content type='html'>Quite glad that i have spent these few days quite productively. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sisters&lt;/span&gt; last thurs for a makan session at &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Creation&lt;/span&gt;! our long time fav hang out place. then started daydreaming about us becoming our own boss someday!! &lt;strong&gt;*sisters jia you. wo men ke yi de!* &lt;/strong&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on fri, after meeting up with &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;monster chin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for a while, went to meet &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;peizhen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;connie&lt;/span&gt;. We went to mindcafe at clarkquay and played till 11. Too bad &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lailin&lt;/span&gt; not feeling well. If you could join us it would even be better!! Those 2 girls are really crazy women, keep laughing and laughing at their own silliness. After the games, we realized. One has major hand cooridination problem, one has major slow reaction. Makes me look very normal. Now you know why i like to hang out with u 2 girls right? Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*psssss ... when we going chiong huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday le, its my eldest nephew's bd. So the whole family came back for dinner. Felt really warm hearted to see that everybody is back. Although, the kids are really noisy, mischevious and irritating at times. hmm ... i still really love them a lots. *smile* haha. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Monster chin&lt;/span&gt; was present yxday too. Seeing him getting along with my family, makes my heart swell. Like he is already one of our family member. Sometimes ... sometimes... he can really makes me feel like the world's most blessed little woman. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOW! Im going off to play &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with sis and jie fu lor!! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7041246378539292641?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7041246378539292641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7041246378539292641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7041246378539292641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7041246378539292641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-zhu.html' title='man zhu'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-2626835489097264425</id><published>2007-04-03T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:46:06.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Banned Commercial Rated 13</title><content type='html'>I felt down in the dumps recently. wanted to find something to cheer myself up. and guess what i found? THESE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are Banned Commercials. Some are really funny. Hope they make u laugh too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-rrFe3FWK0" target="_blank"&gt;bad dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNuRQmvykwk" target="_blank"&gt;xbox commercial &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JHGCd_9U5E" target="_blank"&gt;for english humor only&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKv8_iZRmYk" target="_blank"&gt;Condom humor &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LE_Ezm0X5C8" target="_blank"&gt;he is lame &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdUP3dtRynk" target="_blank"&gt;this is 7inch!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNVOl5_3_Zo" target="_blank"&gt;this is funny &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3yycpEs7Lo" target="_blank"&gt;haha huo gai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bizJWtJ0xXo" target="_blank"&gt;hilarious Condom Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb3mshCWmgA" target="_blank"&gt;for everything else there's mastercard!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKUvsJN3SAU" target="_blank"&gt;oh my got this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ggg0bsUfLBk" target="_blank"&gt;flavored!!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VN70X7V03M" target="_blank"&gt;axe shower gel... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5ANUSOV8Oc" target="_blank"&gt;coke vs pepsi &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owuGXv7T56k" target="_blank"&gt;excellent printer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5ANUSOV8Oc" target="_blank"&gt;lol this one is Hot!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01o9V3DxXeg" target="_blank"&gt;chocolate flavored condom &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3k26_MMZkU" target="_blank"&gt;i told you i like this laptop &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRiYkwtBK34" target="_blank"&gt;4 banned commercial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-2626835489097264425?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/2626835489097264425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=2626835489097264425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2626835489097264425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2626835489097264425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/04/hilarious-banned-commercial-rated-13.html' title='Hilarious Banned Commercial Rated 13'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7940735900987036859</id><published>2007-03-29T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:52:15.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hate my thoughts! I always have dreadful thoughts. And the worst thing is, these thoughts always come true! Call it sixth sense; call it psychic, whatever … I just hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost something important today. It’s not the worth of the item that matters, but how much it means to me. I lost it thrice. THRICE. And I was always lucky enough to get it back, but I guess I wouldn’t be so lucky this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once made a wish. A very important wish with it. It’s my lucky charm. And now that it’s gone, I feel lost. Felt that all my little hopes for little miracles in my life are shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I admit. I’m a very superstitious girl, too superstitious for my own good. At times it even hinders my basic judgment and behavior. It’s bad I know. But I just can’t help it. I’m not a lucky girl, so I need my little lucky charm around to make me feel safe, secure and grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it’s missing, I wonder whether the little little wish that I had made using all my mighty strength from my little little heart still works for me. Well … I really hope it does ……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7940735900987036859?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7940735900987036859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7940735900987036859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7940735900987036859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7940735900987036859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-my-thoughts-i-always-have.html' title=''/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-6616758433391430558</id><published>2007-03-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:00:11.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mix feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ooh!! got a few news to announce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, *&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;* I finally pass my driving test!! I'm officially a class 3A driving license holder!! wahaha ... *&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;* my daddy don't allow me to drive yet ... sian ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, *&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;* I permed my hair! A bit troublesome though, but its a great change from my usual straight hair. Hehe. ... *&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;* my jie meis say i look very auntie ... one of them even say i remind her of her mom! *angry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, *&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;* Im going to have a long break again! If theres no changes, I should be free from Apr onwards. Unless my boss ask me to stay again, but i doubt so. And even if he ask, i cant too, else WJ is going to kill me. *&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;* I'm so going to miss the people there! My zhabo, Mr ah-lan, Mr crappy, Mr xiao lao ban, my cousin and so many many more. Hai ... I will miss all the names calling, miss the stupid lame jokes and leng xiao hua, miss the lunching ... ooh im so going to miss the gang! Dont think i can ever find such colleagues else where in the future le ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml im going for another interview le. duno can make it a not le. but just going to give it a try. if im offered the job, i will have to postpone my study plans. if im rejected, i will have to find a school and start studying again. Damn ... I hate making decisions! Heck la ... so I shall just let fate decide for me where i should be going next! *lazy me* hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-6616758433391430558?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/6616758433391430558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=6616758433391430558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6616758433391430558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6616758433391430558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/03/mix-feelings.html' title='mix feelings'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5104198903154951717</id><published>2007-03-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:44:42.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid bus driver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RfVz-P5XA6I/AAAAAAAAADg/Y7RLs-nCeRg/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im so freaking angry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of some ignorant driver with no common sense ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really dumb ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cant she see that im standing on the steps??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If she cant see how can she drive ... i wonder??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If she CAN see then why didnt she give some warning before opening the door??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well ... at least i can be violent once in my lifetime and squeeeeezzzzze my way into the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rather than kana my leg caught in the bloody door and got a deep cut!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is so painful lor , I nearly fainted ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No kidding!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was perspiring cold sweat and my vision was blurred ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Luckily, I got a seat in time ... If not I will really faint i tell u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RfV0gP5XA7I/AAAAAAAAADo/AdRJ5rczHpE/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041063455282889650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RfV0gP5XA7I/AAAAAAAAADo/AdRJ5rczHpE/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Please ignore my ugly feet ... Jus look at the dangling skin! EEKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RfV06v5XA8I/AAAAAAAAADw/74yHkRHN51o/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041063910549423042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RfV06v5XA8I/AAAAAAAAADw/74yHkRHN51o/s320/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I think my whole flesh was scrapped off ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*pain pain*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5104198903154951717?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5104198903154951717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5104198903154951717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5104198903154951717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5104198903154951717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/03/stupid-bus-driver.html' title='stupid bus driver!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RfV0gP5XA7I/AAAAAAAAADo/AdRJ5rczHpE/s72-c/DSC00667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-6898544677254719791</id><published>2007-03-07T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:32:22.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Happyness</title><content type='html'>please ... please ... please watch The Pursuit of Happyness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a superb movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching, motivating and uplifting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt so happy after watching!! hahahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like a million bucks ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me realized success really dosent come from nothing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardwork really do pay off (well with a bit of luck of course) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all those out there who felt that they are down in the dumps ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont give up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-6898544677254719791?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/6898544677254719791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=6898544677254719791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6898544677254719791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/6898544677254719791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/03/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='The Pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-7002421567291334106</id><published>2007-03-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:59:22.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wo fei le ...</title><content type='html'>let me rant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WO FEI LE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;office job really make one fat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no kidding ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barely working there for only 6 weeks, im already 1 kg heavier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so going to go for a jog tomorrow morning before going to work ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dun gimme that look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna make a bet with me? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-7002421567291334106?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/7002421567291334106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=7002421567291334106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7002421567291334106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/7002421567291334106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/03/wo-fei-le.html' title='wo fei le ...'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-9131323889923585849</id><published>2007-03-02T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:50:02.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change song!</title><content type='html'>Decided to change e background song to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;梁静茹 "可乐戒指&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲：Jasemaine 词：五月天 阿信&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星星在天上写诗 浪漫到放肆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘴角的吻还未湿 我还受掩饰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我调整了我坐姿 假装更矜持&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的紧张你的公式 就像个孩子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你把我喝完的可乐 来换当作戒指&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;轻轻套上了我手指 你问 能不能一辈子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一秒突然爱上了你傻傻的固执&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;我不要你解释 我不要你发誓 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;我只要你记得此刻 你眼里我的样子 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;爱我不要解释 爱我不要发誓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一刻到世界末日让我们一起把爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活成最美最美的钻石&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;你把平凡的日子 变成纪念日&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永恒变成未来史 男孩变王子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;我不要有大房子 也不要大宝石 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;我会珍惜可乐戒指 永恒的消失&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你用吃完的糖果纸 那是你的方式&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;默默地写下你发誓 你说保护我一辈子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一秒突然看到了你背后的双翅&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不要你解释 我不要你发誓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只要你记得此刻 你眼里我的样子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱我不要解释 爱我不要发誓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一刻到世界末日让我们一起把爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活成最美最美的钻石 我不要你解释&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不要你发誓 我只要你记得此刻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你眼里我的样子 爱我不要解释&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱我不要发誓 从此刻到世界末日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我们一起把爱 活成最美的钻石&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你在等答案 我会对你说 YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply love this song to bits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e lyrics is so in sync with the way i always feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not abt who in particular but love in general...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so in love whenever i listen to it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my theme song for now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RegTs8aupJI/AAAAAAAAADU/g5I9pWt5RhY/s1600-h/EB0385-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037297846067307666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RegTs8aupJI/AAAAAAAAADU/g5I9pWt5RhY/s200/EB0385-004.jpg" 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/23464424-9131323889923585849?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/9131323889923585849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=9131323889923585849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/9131323889923585849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/9131323889923585849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/03/change-song.html' title='change song!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RegTs8aupJI/AAAAAAAAADU/g5I9pWt5RhY/s72-c/EB0385-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-3765914574183281092</id><published>2007-03-02T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:33:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinating</title><content type='html'>boss offered me to stay and work perm with them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i rejected the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the place, the people and my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to be stuck doing accounts and admin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i offered to stay til i find a perm job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my boss is really nice abt it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a cute grand daddy kind of person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of the people just cant see eye to eye with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm which i wonder why ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah! and today, a lady from BBDC called,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying if i dun finish my lessons by 6 Mar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be able to take my driving test!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so busy with work tt i totally forgetted abt tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn It!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left sat, sun, mon &amp; tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i finish it in time???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-3765914574183281092?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/3765914574183281092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=3765914574183281092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3765914574183281092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3765914574183281092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/03/procrastinating.html' title='procrastinating'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-2043421389356276659</id><published>2007-02-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:45:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dun like this feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;my heartbeat is racing ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;my thoughts are overloaded ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;im looking hard at the menu trying to avoid a conversation ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*shit* the waitress came and took away the menu ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;smile sweetly at you sitting across the table ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;avoid eye contact ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;started talking abt the weather, the pple at the next table, the pictures on the tablecloth ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;and slowly *silence* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;look around again ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;praying for the food to come ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;brainstorming to strike another conversation ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;took a quick glance at you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;all of a sudden, i feel so far away from you ...&lt;br /&gt;we seems to be so near, and yet so far apart … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;is it me? Or you? Or us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-2043421389356276659?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/2043421389356276659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=2043421389356276659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2043421389356276659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2043421389356276659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dun-like-this-feeling.html' title='i dun like this feeling'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-1626081869953813086</id><published>2007-02-27T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T02:27:36.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happi Happi Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happi Happi Times! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMfo_VZ1SI/AAAAAAAAACM/3bSrc-kG2l8/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035903597386781986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMfo_VZ1SI/AAAAAAAAACM/3bSrc-kG2l8/s200/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Flowers! Flowers!&lt;/span&gt; This is the 2nd time i have ever gotten flowers! (sua ku).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt work out with the first sender. well hope this time will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMgLfVZ1TI/AAAAAAAAACU/kWcD51ApoKQ/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035904190092268850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMgLfVZ1TI/AAAAAAAAACU/kWcD51ApoKQ/s200/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;present for e king from baby &amp; me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some kind of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;artistic &lt;/span&gt;sense &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes of course i knew it ...&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMgvvVZ1UI/AAAAAAAAACc/4KjRhUDiPz8/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035904812862526786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMgvvVZ1UI/AAAAAAAAACc/4KjRhUDiPz8/s200/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do i look &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freaky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or what??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMhHPVZ1VI/AAAAAAAAACk/bUMRIVRrk1U/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035905216589452626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMhHPVZ1VI/AAAAAAAAACk/bUMRIVRrk1U/s200/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Torture time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wahaha! look at his &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wu gu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; face. wahaha. I have to actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;him to take a picture with me! he really hated to take pictures with me &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMhnfVZ1XI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Aj7b_HKi_FU/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035905770640233842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMhnfVZ1XI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Aj7b_HKi_FU/s200/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k la k la, since its V day we still must act act a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cant stand it ... =P haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-1626081869953813086?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/1626081869953813086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=1626081869953813086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/1626081869953813086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/1626081869953813086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/02/happi-happi-times.html' title='Happi Happi Times!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/ReMfo_VZ1SI/AAAAAAAAACM/3bSrc-kG2l8/s72-c/DSC00504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-609591749827268518</id><published>2007-02-13T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:52:19.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ohh ... its been such a long time since i have last blog ... ten days!! Since last week i had been busy working. work ... work ... work ... Now i finally understand why wl, bw &amp; xf has been complaining since they started working full time and WHY wl always don't wanna go out on Sunday. Haha. Its really very taxing and tiring! Studying is still the best! So all of u out there who are still studying ... enjoy while you can! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Tomorrow is Valentine's day! Well actually I'm not really anticipating or expecting anything la. To me its just another day. But just to join in the mood ma. Haha. For my whole life till now, I have actually only celebrated V day once. And its like ... hmm ... OMG! 8 yrs le! (Ok la ... I'm not very popular with guys i know. Haha) But its ok ... At least i get to spend V day with my sisters for the rest of the time. SISTERHOOD ROX! BEANIE GANG ROX! Too bad we have to miss spending V day together this year. But its ok, cos we made it up with a friendship day. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, hereby wishing everybody an advance Happy Valentine's Day! May those who are attached love each other more with each day, work hard to stay attached (I'm serious. R/S are so fragile these days ... ) and spend the all V day in the rest of your life with your present partner! And to those who are single, enjoy single hood now and patiently wait for the right one to come along! And I'm sure it will be very soon ... have faith! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RdHf17tu3UI/AAAAAAAAABk/53p0BTbx2iw/s1600-h/kiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031048376405122370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RdHf17tu3UI/AAAAAAAAABk/53p0BTbx2iw/s200/kiss1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RdHf9btu3VI/AAAAAAAAABs/RLA4CYT4mtY/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031048505254141266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RdHf9btu3VI/AAAAAAAAABs/RLA4CYT4mtY/s200/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RdHgFLtu3WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/thHy77wMBHI/s1600-h/kiss3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031048638398127458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RdHgFLtu3WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/thHy77wMBHI/s200/kiss3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;love ... hug ... kisses ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/23464424-609591749827268518?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/609591749827268518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=609591749827268518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/609591749827268518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/609591749827268518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-day.html' title='V DAY'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RdHf17tu3UI/AAAAAAAAABk/53p0BTbx2iw/s72-c/kiss1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-8514145383213817812</id><published>2007-02-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:52:20.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly me</title><content type='html'>I have nv shed so much tears for a guy in my life before!!! And its not like he did anything wrong or he was bad to me. Frankly speaking, he is even gd. Dun understand it myself too. Maybe im having depression or what. Scary. Or im not suitable to be in a r/s, cause i worry too much le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we didnt msg each other like usual. Think he must be angry with me. I was feeling terrible the whole day until he msg me in the evening. Then i know he is ok le. And i feel so much better. Imagine half a day without any contact from him and i nearly broke down le ( ok la ... a bit kua zhang la!) Cant imagine if i am without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway im feeling much better today le (I hope). All thx to Shawn. Pei-ing me all the while yesterday. Smsing for 3 hrs!! Wasted a lot of his smses, must pay back to him some day. But i know i can nv pay him back what he has given me. Always there for me when im down and not expecting anything back in return. 10000000 X *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027707164402592114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcYBBzDnKXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2f6V8xa414U/s320/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-8514145383213817812?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/8514145383213817812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=8514145383213817812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/8514145383213817812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/8514145383213817812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/02/silly-me.html' title='silly me'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcYBBzDnKXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2f6V8xa414U/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-3046466413109477041</id><published>2007-02-03T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:57:44.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i REALLY  wanna be HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>i wanna be happy ... i REALLY wanna be HAPPY! but why am i making things difficult for myself? why am i making myself suffer in misery when all i need to do is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think so much, worry so much and look on the bright side of things. To make things worst, i cause misery in people around me too. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be so complex, i wanna be simple ... as simple as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-3046466413109477041?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/3046466413109477041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=3046466413109477041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3046466413109477041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/3046466413109477041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-really-wanna-be-happy.html' title='i REALLY  wanna be HAPPY!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-5086095346137832976</id><published>2007-02-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:48:24.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired ... mentally ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today had been a busy day for us. In the morning he went to get replacement for all his lost documents and cards while i went for driving lesson. After that, we met and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;chinatown&lt;/span&gt; to get some beading stuff and my hair treatment!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Midway we were tired and took a break at a dessert stall. I ordered mango sago and look what i discovered??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcIOyzDnKTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/--PORBZO45o/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026596399960500530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcIOyzDnKTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/--PORBZO45o/s320/DSC00318.JPG" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcIPwjDnKVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OqtpHyjZYTE/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026597460817422674" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="255" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcIPwjDnKVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OqtpHyjZYTE/s320/DSC00317.JPG" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcIQKjDnKWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9pyV64k34pY/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026597907494021474" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="241" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcIQKjDnKWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9pyV64k34pY/s320/DSC00316.JPG" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you thinking what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; thinking?? Yeah!! These sago looks like ... eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; ... sperms! Interesting yeah? but they really do taste delicious though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we caught a movie after that. Happy Birthday by Rene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Liu&lt;/span&gt; and, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;laopo's&lt;/span&gt; hubby, Louis Koo. Actually i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; intended to watch this movie, but after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Biao&lt;/span&gt; Yong's highly recommendation i decided to give it a chance. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Its a really touching movie though. Made me cried several times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Xiao&lt;/span&gt; mi (Rene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Liu&lt;/span&gt;) relates to me quite a bit. Both of us lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt;. Like her, no matter how much i love the person i am unable to see the future. I am totally committed to my partner, but i just cant seem to trust myself 100% to him. Afraid that once i do, if he change, i will be hurt. So i will always hold back in whatever i want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While we were having the dessert earlier on, i happen to ask him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; his family trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hongkong&lt;/span&gt; before we met. And he confessed that he actually went with his ex instead of his family. My heart dropped for a sec. Why? cos he lied? cos i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know they were that close? or cos its just the sudden mention of his ex. Seriously speaking, for the time that we have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;, he never tell me much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; her. Just a bit and there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; curious, i wanted to know but afraid to know at the same time. So i seldom ask too. My bad. Now the effect is taking over me. Without knowing his background, makes me feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;insecure&lt;/span&gt;. How much does he love her? How long have they been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;? How long have they broke up before i came into the picture? What is the reason they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; last? I feel lost without knowing anything. I know its the thing of the past, and what's more important is now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; with him, not her. And everybody has a past, so why bother to know so much? Its important to me, cos i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; want to be the first runner up in his heart. Now it too late for me to ask. My bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-5086095346137832976?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/5086095346137832976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=5086095346137832976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5086095346137832976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/5086095346137832976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/02/tired-mentally.html' title='tired ... mentally ...'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcIOyzDnKTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/--PORBZO45o/s72-c/DSC00318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-2729980326925046810</id><published>2007-01-31T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:08:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Did nothing much today. Woke up late and spend most of the time on the net. Registered with some online job search websites and was required to write new resumes with each new registration. Most of the sites have the step-by-step resume option whereby they give you instructions and examples to write your resume. Some of the criterias are to write your achievments, skills, strengths blah blah blah ... and i had such a hard time writing!!! Cos i couldnt think of any that i have! So basically i skip most of the parts and just get down to the basics. At this rate that im going and with such a lousy resume, i dont think i will be able to get a job by 18 feb. And Im going to lose the bet with WJ for sure! die ... duno what punishment im going to get for that ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026227191686834466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcC_ADDnKSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CV1ofM4F29U/s320/gasp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-2729980326925046810?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/2729980326925046810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=2729980326925046810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2729980326925046810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/2729980326925046810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/01/useless.html' title='useless ...'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr7aaZS8Ozs/RcC_ADDnKSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CV1ofM4F29U/s72-c/gasp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-117017993927225557</id><published>2007-01-31T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T02:37:13.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx to the reminder of laogong, i suddenly remember that i actually have a blog!! And to repay her kindness i have added a tagboard at her request specially for her spam!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what happen during this period when im gone? Well ... to sum up what i have been doing these few months after the last post are just 3 words : Graduated. Jobless. Bumming. But dun feel sad for me, cos im actually enjoing it!! (except the hole in the pocket though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WJ (and everyone who is sick of my bumming) has been urging me to find a job. I succumb to the nagging and did send out some resumes but seems not nobody is interested in me. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case people are thinking what a lazy bum i am. NO. I am not. YES.I want to get a job too. But i just want a job that i will be enjoying doing. Which is more in the creative side i suppose, instead of marketing and stuff which is in my course of studies. Well, so im thinking of taking up a design course (much to the horror of WJ!!). He blew his top everytime i touch on this subject. He doesnt understand the need for me to waste more time and money when i just grad. He thinks tt i should just get a job and settle down. Hai ... nvm. We just have different sets of ideas tts all. At least he will not stop me from doing it if i really wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day before was our 16 monniversary!! And he brought me to the Mexican restaurant , Cha Cha Cha, that he used to work at!&lt;br /&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/x/blogger/2053/2408/320/1159/DSC00297.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;these are all mine! heh ... heh ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And we ate a dish of Jalapeno with melted cheese. Yum Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2053/2408/1600/990805/DSC00294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2053/2408/200/437916/DSC00294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2053/2408/1600/891178/DSC00295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2053/2408/200/211843/DSC00295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2053/2408/200/218111/DSC00293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;how long can this get? longer?? longer!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2053/2408/320/890178/DSC00292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why is mine so short?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-117017993927225557?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/117017993927225557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=117017993927225557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/117017993927225557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/117017993927225557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back.html' title='Im back!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-115426976723444551</id><published>2006-07-30T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:29:27.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry ... its all my fault ...</title><content type='html'>its been a reaaalli long time since i last blogged. which is like 2 months ago? anyway it has always been a habit of mine only to write things down whenever im sad, and today is no expection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is aching, im feeling down and my mind is blank. who has the power to do these except u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry im stubborn, sorry im dumb, sorry im insensitive, sorry im too self-centred, sorry im not gd enuff, sorry im not like what u tot im supposed to be, sorry i dun understand u well enuff, sorry im so immature, sorry for the things i shouldnt have done and things i should have done, sorry im so stubborn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u have given in a lot to me. always trying to do ur best. but im just demanding more and taking things for granted, thinking that u will always be there for me no matter what. i forgot that u have emotions too. i know u wont get to see this, but i hope u know i actually do care. its just that i duno how to express and i have a HUGE communication problem. hope this issue will blow over very soon, and things would be back to normal ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-115426976723444551?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114893192707855531</id><published>2006-05-30T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T03:45:27.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh oh ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Information&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is not quite right with me~ ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114893192707855531?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114893192707855531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114893192707855531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114893192707855531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114893192707855531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-oh.html' title='oh oh ~'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114737219407760828</id><published>2006-05-12T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:29:54.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting down to the days im going back!</title><content type='html'>10 more days. 10 more days and i will be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although its fun here, but sometimes its really tiring. having to be around with people 24/7, its almost hard to breath. having always to be wary of people's feelings and always be the one that takes all the shit and crap. what the hell. i wanna be a loner sometimes. will make me more happy i guess ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114737219407760828?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114678132969983478</id><published>2006-05-05T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:26:21.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 week le! so fast</title><content type='html'>i just finished my presentation. feeling like a free bird now. so happy! it feels really terrible when there is something bugging u. although i did a REALLY lousy job. *it sucks actually* im glad at least i tried. so fine. maybe to some people presentation means nothing to them and it doesnt stress them a bit. but it really means a great deal to me! it freaks me out. so i gonna work harder man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i gtg le. update again soon! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*its freezing here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114678132969983478?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114678132969983478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114678132969983478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114678132969983478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114678132969983478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-week-le-so-fast.html' title='2 week le! so fast'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114577001870523375</id><published>2006-04-23T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:26:58.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im here! im here!</title><content type='html'>after preparing and waiting for so long ... im finally here in oklahoma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather here is great! sunny yet cooling. and the pace of the lifestyle here is so laidback. Near out hotel here, there isnt much activities that we can do here. in order to do grocery shopping, we even have to call a cab and take a 10 mins ride to the nearest shopping area. yah ... u can see how ulu the place here is. AND to make things worst. the expenses here is so darn high. just for the cab ride alone, it is already US$ 42+!! can you imagine? this is really the time to practise "auntie's style of jie jian" le. so im gonna save on everything!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well just one day here only and im already starting to miss home, miss my mom, my dad, my sisters, my baby boy, my wj and my beloved zhu peng hao yousss ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114577001870523375?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114577001870523375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114577001870523375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114577001870523375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114577001870523375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-here-im-here.html' title='im here! im here!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114536434149793033</id><published>2006-04-18T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:45:41.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in another 2 more days, i will be on my way to the other side of the world. so yesterday, peizhen and lailin met up with me to have a simple dinner before i leave. so glad to see them! but too bad connie couldnt make it due to exams. but its ok ... cos she promise to go out with me after im back! sentosa, clubbing, etc ... oh i couldnt wait man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we went to a cafe and have a chat. updating each other of whats happening in our life. And to my surprise, peizhen and someone else in our clique (er hem ... u knoe who) is attached!! haha. im so happy for them! finally can see peizhen big smile and can sense her cheerfulness again. hehe. hope this lucky guy will treasure our little princess Long and treats her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we talk abt each of our present r/s yesterday, we came to realized that maintaining a r/s is really difficult. Before we get into a r/s, we will dream about hopes and wonderful fairytale endings, but yet when we are in one, we will start to learn about the reality that being in a r/s is more than just having love. sometimes, being single is really much better than being in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114536434149793033?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114536434149793033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114536434149793033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114536434149793033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114536434149793033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-another-2-more-days-i-will-be-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114486107301454751</id><published>2006-04-13T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:00:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will there be someone to carry me forever too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped infront of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of thecar in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy.I was a strong and happy bridegroom.This was the scene of ten years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, Iwent into business and tried to make more money. When the assets weresteadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was acivil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost atthe same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was morelikely to be affected by unpredictable changes.Dew came into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me frombehind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This wasthe apartment I bought for her.Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Herwords suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said,"Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls." Thinkingof this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.I moved Dew's hands aside and said," You go to select some furniture, O.K.?I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy,because I had promised her to go and see with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the moment, the ideaof divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matterhow mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, shewas a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sittingin front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together.Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day I said to her in a slight joking way, "suppose we divorce, whatwill you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that 'divorce' was something too far away from her. I couldn'timagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all thestaff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide somethingwhile talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiledat my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.Once again, Dew said to me, "He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together." I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you," I said.She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know whatI was thinking. "I want to divorce." I raised a serious topic calmly.She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "why?". "I'm serious." I avoided her question. This so-calledanswer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me,"you are not a man!".At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew shewanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardlygive her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated thatshe could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glancedat it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. ButI could not take back what I had said.Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected tosee. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorcewhich had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw herwriting something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I foundshe was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me,but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in themonth's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason wassimple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and shedidn't want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?" This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I noddedand said, "I remember". "You carried me in your arms", she continued, "so,I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the daywhen we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me outfrom the bedroom to the door every morning."I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished toend her marriage with a romantic form.I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly andthought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face theresult of divorce," she said scornfully. Her words more or less made mefeel uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention wasexplicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when Icarried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clappedbehind us, "daddy is holding mummy in his arms." His words brought me asense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, Iwalked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and saidsoftly, "Let us start from today, don't tell our son." I nodded, feelingsomewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus,I drove to office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on mychest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. Irealized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a longtime. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles onher face.On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is beingdemolished. Be careful when you pass there."On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we werestill an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, whereshe put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. Inodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.I didn't tell Dew about this.I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She triedquite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All mydresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it wasbecause she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because Iwas stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again,I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch herhead.Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said.To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essentialpart of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged himtightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind atthe last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, throughthe sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly andnaturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day.But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Ourson had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in yourarms until we are old."I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our lifewas lack of such intimacy."I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid anydelay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened thedoor. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious."She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. "You got nofever." She said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew," I said, "Ican only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boringprobably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because wedidn't love each other any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I understand that since I carried herinto the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her untilI am old. So I have to say sorry to you."Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammedthe door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wifewhich was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting wordson the card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry you out every morning until weare old."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114486107301454751?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114486107301454751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114486107301454751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114486107301454751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114486107301454751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/04/will-there-be-someone-to-carry-me.html' title='Will there be someone to carry me forever too?'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114468701520771231</id><published>2006-04-11T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:36:55.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i knew it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as expected, i really didnt make it thru the last stage of the SIA interview. it was the most awful interview ever. i was like muttering thru out and basically ended every answer with a "ya". it was definatly not impressive. Though the interviewers were really friendly, but it didnt helped at all. my mind was a blank and i just couldnt speak properly. not sure whether they can even hear me speak at all. haha. but anyway, its finally over! and it is such a relief. dun have to worry about it anymore. now i can finally concentrate on doing other stuff le. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Biwen ... if u are reading this ... dun forget my ice cream treat hor ... i cant wait man ... *slurp*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114468701520771231?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114468701520771231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114468701520771231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114468701520771231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114468701520771231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-knew-it.html' title='i knew it!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114439206097783510</id><published>2006-04-07T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:41:00.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;feeling kinda of empty at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;was reading kl's, Hl's, dj's and some other's blog just now, and realized that everybody is busy doing their own stuff and getting on in life. life seems to be very "chong shi", but are they doing the things they enjoy? that im not sure. But im sure, im not doing things that i enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is that why i am feeling so empty now? its seems that everyday is a routine of either studying or working or eating or sleeping or shiting. im going through things just because there is a need to but not because i want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i read somewhere saying that people without a goal in life is the unhappiest person to be. yah ... im definatly one of them. Sure ... i have all the gd things in life. A wonderful family, gd education and all the crap that people would have wanted. But am i really happy? No. Im contented and grateful but definatly not happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe by doing some volunteering work will help ba. i believe that will make me a happier person. cos thats somewhat my goal in life for the furture. just hope that i have the opportunity and time to do that. i really dun wanna go thru like in a motion. i would rather die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114439206097783510?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114439206097783510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114439206097783510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114439206097783510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114439206097783510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-am-i-doing.html' title='what am i doing?'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114407469881840399</id><published>2006-04-03T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:44:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shen ah ... qing gai wo duo yi dian shi jian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in about 2 and a half week more, i will be flying across to the other side of the earth. but yet there is still so many things left to be done. i have yet to finish doing my assignment and studying for the exam. amdist all these i still have to work and find time to prepare wj's present!! so many things to do but so little time! help help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114407469881840399?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114407469881840399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114407469881840399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114407469881840399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114407469881840399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/04/shen-ah-qing-gai-wo-duo-yi-dian-shi.html' title='shen ah ... qing gai wo duo yi dian shi jian'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114304786923682592</id><published>2006-03-23T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:44:58.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;been too busy to blog recently. havent even got the chance to log on the net. so many things happened these few days. couldnt write it all out. just too many things to be noted. i will just have to lock them all in my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night was talking with wj on the phone, and just when we wanna hang up, his sir came into the room! so sway! why? cos its supposed to be his lights out time le. haiz. so suay. duno whether its becuase of that, he seems quite upset today. quite moody. i ask him what's wrong. but he kept saying he is ok. eh hello. woman's sixth sense super zhun de. i know something is bothering him. but i couldn't help at all. so sad. hai. hopefully he will be better tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the job today is super boring! boring until the manager has to Create jobs for me to do to keep me occupied. my work might even go down the drain once i finsh the temp job. but its ok. cos i still get my pay. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. and congrats to GREEN BEAN!! you finally learn how to cycle le! haha. really admire your determination sia. really my role model. next time make a big card board cut out of you for me ok?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is another long day again!! but baby you must jia you ok!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114304786923682592?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114304786923682592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114304786923682592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114304786923682592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114304786923682592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/03/been-too-busy-to-blog-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114227496171983524</id><published>2006-03-14T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:45:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine after rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;on fri, after the incident i was really upset. so when he msged me, i replied very coldly. telling him that he dun have to accompany me for the interview and i feel like going for it alone. he also sense that something is wrong and ask me what happen. but it was too late, i was too upset to talk about it. that night i was so upset, i even cried myself to sleep *haiz silly me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat, i got up and started preparing the clothes to wear for the interview. he didnt msged me, so i assume he is either still sleeping or busy with his stuff, so i didnt bother to msg him too. about 1 hr before i was about to leave, he msged me, asking what time am i leaving the place. and after a few msges, he said that he is actually at the pool by my house already. but yet, i didnt invite him up and instead insist that he go look for his friend who lives near by. i just didnt feel like talking to him at that moment. A few msges later, he said that he is very upset about the way i am treating him and will be leaving the place to leave me alone for the day. seeing that, i instantly msged him to come up but he didnt reply. at that moment, i knew that i really hurt him le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, my mom came back to fetch me to the interview. i frantically called him and asked his whereabout. luckily he is just at the busstop outside, so i insisted that he accompany me this time. after a few begging, he agreed. my mom picked him up by the road leading out of the condo. the moment i saw him, my heart nearly shattered to pieces. i can see his agony from the look on his face. i wanted so much to say sorry, but i just couldn't say it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we finally cleared everything (almost everything) on the way back to my house. he said he felt really upset about me turning him away and treating him so coldly. and said that i should nv do it ever again. he seems to be tearing and it broke my heart again. tears started rolling down my face and the next thing i know ... i couldn't stopped crying. i was crying through 1/2 the bus journey and at the same time telling him the reason i am upset with him in between sobs. thinking back now, its so malu, a lot of people must have been staring at me as if im some crazy woman. but at least we cleared things up after that talk. he said that he is sorry and will try to change. and i said that im sorry too for treating him so coldly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i told myself not to do this again. acting like a spoil brat doesnt solve anything. in the end, by rejecting him, im only hurting him and myself at the same time. sorry bi boo. this wont happen again le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114227496171983524?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114227496171983524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114227496171983524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114227496171983524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114227496171983524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunshine-after-rain.html' title='sunshine after rain'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114201761392983993</id><published>2006-03-11T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T03:17:32.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy then not so happy then sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAPY BIRTHDAY XIAO FEN!! hope you like the birthday celebration yesterday (or rather just now). Really memorable isnit?? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;first, we went to swensen to have dinner. where they are having a birthday promotion that entitle us to a free main course and ice cream. we didnt know about the promotion untils the manager explained to us and once he said the word 'free', we marched in without any hesitation. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after that, we went to hark music cafe that is opposite paradiz centre. its a ming ge chan ting where we get to chill and listen to people singing. you can dedicate songs and even sing live infront of the audience. a totally cool place to chill with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the happening part of the night came when the singers knew that its xiaofen's birthday and demand her to get on stage!! of course she refused la ... so pai seh lor ... but the people there are so persistent. so bo bian all of us have to go to the front with her. in the end (after a very long discussion and dilly dally) biwen and weilih accompanied her to sing 'yong qi'. nothing can be more suitable than that! haha. well as for me ... (sorry sistas) i was sitting below with quizhi swaying with the melody cos i just refused to get on stage. =P sorry sistas ... i know i very mei yi qi ... but i will really die under the spotlight and melt under the stares of so many pairs of eyes. sorrryyyy ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well everything was fun and we had a really great time until wj dropped by to met me. if only he didnt come then i wont get to realized it. and i wont be so upset now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he is going to play lan with his friends at a place just a few shops away from where i am so he dropped by to say hi. anyway im about to go home at that time too, so as we are talking, im sort of hinting him to send me to the busstop. (which is like 10 mins away at a really ulu place and its really dark. ) obviously he didnt get the hint and suggested that i take a cab home. i insisted on getting the bus to save money but he says it is too dark and dangerous for a ger to walk that far. of course i know its dark and dangerous deh! but instead of worrying about my safety and walking me there, he seems more anxious about playing his game! so happily, he say bye and went off without even ensuring how i am getting home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my heart was dripping blood as i was walking to the busstop. i was so fighten as it was really dark and quiet at 12.30 at an ulu place near little india. and furthurmore, knowing that my bf is just around the corner but he is not with me. oh great! just when i need u most u are always not around. well anyway this is not the first time that i realized gaming is more important than me le. after i reached home, my mom said biwen called to check whether im back as she couldnt reached my phone. and this hurts me more, cos even my friends are even more concern about me than he does. he didnt even bother to ask. well ... as a matter of fact ... he did ask ... some 3 hrs after i reached home and of course ... after he ended playing his game. thx ... really appreciated it. am i being too unreasonable here? i tot all boyfriends would worry about the safety of their gf if they really care? isnt it? what i want is merely some concern that is really from ur heart. some actions to show that u really care about me. not beautiful words to make me happy. i dun want that. sorry if i seems like a spoilt brat who demands attention. what i really wan is actions to prove that i really mean something in ur heart. but right until now ... all i have recieved are promises ... sorry im numb ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114201761392983993?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114201761392983993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114201761392983993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114201761392983993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114201761392983993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-then-not-so-happy-then-sad.html' title='happy then not so happy then sad'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114192015916277004</id><published>2006-03-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T02:57:11.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xing fu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;was riding the bus on the way home just now and getting really sleepy. at that point of time really wish and hope that there is a shoulder for me to lean on and let me have a really gd sleep. someone to support me whenever in times of need. i dun wan much. jus want to feel this kind of xiao xin fu. knowing that there is always someone there for me. it is also at times like this when i realized how much i miss him. at times like this when i wish how gd it will be if he is here. but oh well. i cant demand much ba. cant always expect him to be always around me. but the important thing is im very lucky to have him already, isnt it? hehe. like people always say we cant always take things for granted and regret only after losing it. presently, im very grateful with what i have already. and i hope zx will somehow realize this too. stop making kl sad le. start treating her right ba. and know how lucky u are to have her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114192015916277004?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114192015916277004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114192015916277004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114192015916277004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114192015916277004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/03/xing-fu.html' title='xing fu'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114183311637158468</id><published>2006-03-08T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:45:47.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>full ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went makaning with yankar just now at bukit timah rd's boon tong kee. we ordered so many stuff its like having a mini 4 course dinner! personally i ate til the verge of puking le (duno about yk) ... haha ... but nevertheless the fried toufu makes everything so worthwhile yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, today bb went back camp le ... the medical guy gave him 2 days excused lower limbs excecise cos his leg is infected! poor thing ... hai ... hope he can hurry recover *sayang*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114183311637158468?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114183311637158468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114183311637158468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114183311637158468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114183311637158468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/03/full.html' title='full ...'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114174888490299623</id><published>2006-03-08T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:44:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have finally gotten my SIA second interview's email!! it states that im to go on sat (which is 3 days later) ... but how am i suppose to turn up in this condition? the big scar on my forehead is still far from healing, there are still cuts on my leg and those ugly-looking orh chehs! oh no!! my confidence level just went from 50% to some hopeless -100%. though wj just given me some encouragements ... but seriously ... i dun think i can make it lor ... haiz ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114174888490299623?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114174888490299623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114174888490299623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114174888490299623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114174888490299623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-no.html' title='oh no!'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23464424.post-114158003675024968</id><published>2006-03-06T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:42:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just feel like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;was talking to yankar on the phone while surfing on the net a few days ago when i chanced upon this blog skin. fell in love with it. and here i am starting a blog. haha. a little silly ba. but i dun care. cos i jus feel like doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23464424-114158003675024968?l=theblurblurone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/feeds/114158003675024968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23464424&amp;postID=114158003675024968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114158003675024968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23464424/posts/default/114158003675024968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblurblurone.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-feel-like-it.html' title='just feel like it'/><author><name>cirnelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039258638835538810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
