<?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-14791275</id><updated>2011-12-17T23:34:44.724+08:00</updated><category term='justforlaughs'/><category term='Nanbantei'/><category term='meme'/><category term='Avocado Juice'/><category term='QQ Riceball'/><title type='text'>Take a seat, it's gonna take a while.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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>389</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-1770045304581834852</id><published>2011-12-17T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T23:34:44.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to write sth huge ass long, but then I lost the mood for it when I finally got to this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink I can survive by myself all alone quite well. Provided I have an internet connection. I'm surprisingly ok w/o seeing frens or family for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-1770045304581834852?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/1770045304581834852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=1770045304581834852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1770045304581834852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1770045304581834852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/12/wanted-to-write-sth-huge-ass-long-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-5756408714450131294</id><published>2011-09-29T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:43:11.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't like who I am right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-5756408714450131294?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-7340734207269860578</id><published>2011-08-10T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:13:16.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep coming across new singers/bands that are really awesome this week, but I don't really have the time (yeahh right...) to give them a proper introduction, so I'll just leave one video here for the time being.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the way he sings the word "cold" in the chorus.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UAWcs5H-qgQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ed Sheeran ~ The A Team&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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://img.youtube.com/vi/UAWcs5H-qgQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-5536176267358193700</id><published>2011-08-07T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T12:13:53.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;and I told you to be patient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I told you to be fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I told you to be balanced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I told you to be kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in the morning I'll be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it will be a different "kind"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aNzCDt2eidg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/14791275-5536176267358193700?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/5536176267358193700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=5536176267358193700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5536176267358193700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5536176267358193700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-i-told-you-to-be-patient-and-i-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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://img.youtube.com/vi/aNzCDt2eidg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-1678535639068128352</id><published>2011-08-05T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:13:43.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna cook dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch sum movies and dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den go for a jog. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then come back home for a long-deserved sleep (provided that my back doesn't wake me up again before I'm fully satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-1678535639068128352?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/1678535639068128352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=1678535639068128352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1678535639068128352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1678535639068128352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/08/gonna-cook-dinner-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-4786934583382531371</id><published>2011-08-04T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:58:20.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I should say that I'm surprised by how nice and approachable most HDB staff are, especially the ones in my departments. Especially the engineers. Even the support staff (most of them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I've always been reluctant to attend formal meetings cos I always envision them to be just that, FORMAL. Like, everyone sitting up straight in their chairs, face being sombre, tone being serious, no smiles nor banter, deflecting damage to oneself while arrowing others. And then a collective heave of sigh as everyone exits the meeting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like our section meetings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these are the circumstances that persist, it really wouldn't be a bad choice to stay on, for a considerable length of time in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly unrelated topic, my dieting plans are.....neither here nor there. Tried eating healthy, and succeeded from time to time. But it's really difficult when you reach home sleepy and tired and hungry, but have to restrain yourself from going with the easiest option and simply pack outside food. And usually the easiest options encompass the most devastating ones to dieting plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cook. But that takes time and energy, especially when the rest come back while I'm cooking, and I then automatically have to cook a larger portion to feed them too. But at least I eat a great deal of vegetables when I cook. I hardly get any leafy veg when I eat out, unless I go for mixed rice. And I dun really like to go for that when I have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can never bring myself to go for a jog, cos firstly it really takes a great deal of determination to drag your ass back out of the house once you get back from work. Plus I never really had the time to fully explore potential quiet and unoccupied jogging routes in my area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses, excuses, and more excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是时候反省反省了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incubus ~ Adolescents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-4786934583382531371?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/4786934583382531371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=4786934583382531371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4786934583382531371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4786934583382531371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-not-sure-if-i-should-say-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-5329278099300833818</id><published>2011-07-28T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:37:55.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passed by the old lady selling tissue at the linkway btw AMK mrt and AMK hub.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not my first time seeing her there. She's there almost on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all of a sudden, I felt a lurch and just felt so sorry for her. A very impromptu, sudden surge of emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very random, very bu ke li yu. But I felt what I felt, and it made me feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I really must learn to be thick-skinned enough to pester people for answers when I have questions. I often don't have the perseverance to see it through the end. Too thin-skinned, which is bad for learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working seems to be ok so far. I like my co-workers. They're funny and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-5329278099300833818?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/5329278099300833818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=5329278099300833818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5329278099300833818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5329278099300833818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/07/passed-by-old-lady-selling-tissue-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-4651200242279180867</id><published>2011-07-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:47:30.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(20, 19, 16); font-family: droid-serif-1, droid-serif-2, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2FmDHl/jerrybrito.org/post/6114304704/top-ten-myths-about-introverts" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(119, 33, 36); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Top ten myths about introverts – Jerry Brito – StumbleUpon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.&lt;/strong&gt;This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.&lt;/strong&gt;Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.&lt;/strong&gt;Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.&lt;/strong&gt;On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.&lt;/strong&gt;Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.&lt;/strong&gt;Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.&lt;/strong&gt;Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.&lt;/strong&gt;Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.&lt;/strong&gt;Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.&lt;/strong&gt;A world without Introverts would be a world with few scientists, musicians, artists, poets, filmmakers, doctors, mathematicians, writers, and philosophers. That being said, there are still plenty of techniques an Extrovert can learn in order to interact with Introverts. (Yes, I reversed these two terms on purpose to show you how biased our society is.) Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Everything sounds so familiar....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-4651200242279180867?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/4651200242279180867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=4651200242279180867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4651200242279180867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4651200242279180867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/07/top-ten-myths-about-introverts-jerry.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-6011225847199333629</id><published>2011-07-11T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:19:28.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess it'll never hit me until I went through the ceremony in person. And so I have. And so it has.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 years of primary school education. 5 years of secondary school education. 2 years of junior college. 4 years of university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My continuous journey as a student has officially come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't sound like much. But it is. I'm no longer a student. Next Monday onwards, I'm a working adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it scares me. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's impossible not to have regrets rushing through your head as you sit there with your peers, singing praises and heaping accolades on those who have done so well. Flipping through the book and seeing whom among your friends have done far better than you'd have expected. Feeling a sense of deja vu as if you were going to attend just another lecture with your faculty mates, when most probably, you won't be seeing most of them very much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy to jest and kid around, but when reality sets in, it's hard to swallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard when I had to move out of hall. Hall was such a big part of my uni life, it was bigger than my major. When you realize you will never be able to step out of your room and sense familiar presences and see familiar faces even at 4am in the morning, a big part of your routine is irrevocably changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am no longer a student. I am a working adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my heart is bleeding as I am writing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I was always more suited to stay a child then grow up into an adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-6011225847199333629?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6011225847199333629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6011225847199333629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6011225847199333629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6011225847199333629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-guess-itll-never-hit-me-until-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-8319459828007381393</id><published>2011-06-26T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T01:28:32.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Katy Perry was awesome (all it takes is witnessing/experiencing someone for yourself to fully understand the power n influence both conventional n social media wields over our lives)&lt;p&gt;The bus rides really sucked (once again reminding me why there exists so many stereotyping/prejudism against Chinese in America... Their services/attitudes/product are really at the bottom of the commercial chain)&lt;p&gt;I have 2 weeks of additional holiday before work commences (gives me ample time to move house n prepare myself. Hallelujah!)&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m in NY atm (pray they give us huge ass beds in our apartment)&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m exceeding my budget (maybe I shud give tuition on my weekends to supplement my income)&lt;p&gt;I miss Asian food&lt;p&gt;I miss the convenience of a lappie&lt;p&gt;Books are really cheap in the States.&lt;p&gt;I got a kindle.&lt;p&gt;And an amazon gift card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8319459828007381393?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8319459828007381393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8319459828007381393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8319459828007381393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8319459828007381393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/06/katy-perry-was-awesome-all-it-takes-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-3499901396675086121</id><published>2011-06-17T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T01:59:47.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I somehow keep feeling I am the odd one out. And I realized, it&amp;#39;s kinda like a Deja Vu feeling, and everytime I feel this way, we&amp;#39;re four. Must be my anal personality. But then I really dun see a point changing for e sake of changing. So, I&amp;#39;ll just cross my fingers n pray I&amp;#39;m just being stupidly imaginative and seeing castles in e air.&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s been more than 2 weeks already. Still not really feeling at home here (tho I dun see the need to since I&amp;#39;m only a tourist) cos somehow I feel most white Americans have a preconceived prejudice against Chinese, tho we&amp;#39;ve met a few so far dat&amp;#39;s genuinely nice.&lt;p&gt;Everything&amp;#39;s nice and good, at least there hasn&amp;#39;t been any conflicts and unpleasant episodes btw ourselves or with the locals. Money&amp;#39;s tight tho, cos e shopping n sumtimes food here are simply unbelievable.&lt;p&gt;As much as I &amp;#39;fear&amp;#39; the States (blame it on e media&amp;#39;s negativity), I really like the physical part of e country. The weather, the countryside. The driving haha. It&amp;#39;ll be a nice place to move to, except for the fact that e country&amp;#39;s always in e news for e wrong reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-3499901396675086121?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/3499901396675086121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=3499901396675086121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3499901396675086121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3499901396675086121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-somehow-keep-feeling-i-am-odd-one-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-8175846435185673512</id><published>2011-06-16T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:45:43.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8175846435185673512?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8175846435185673512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8175846435185673512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8175846435185673512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8175846435185673512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/06/testing-sent-from-my-iphone.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-6343143588007001837</id><published>2011-06-01T03:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T03:17:08.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;要离开了。。。一个月的探索，不知道会是怎样的一个结果。探索嘛。。也不知是自我探索，还是依旧庸庸碌碌的，在表面上蜻蜓点水地窥探这个既陌生，又如此熟悉的国家。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只希望这次的旅程，一切顺顺利利，大家高高兴兴就好。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一个月后，我们再见吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-6343143588007001837?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6343143588007001837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6343143588007001837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6343143588007001837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6343143588007001837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-2157763076460737938</id><published>2011-05-30T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T10:29:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahaha so it is official. My final semester is my worst semester yet. LMAO&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, kinda expected it, right...? C for HR (if you think about it, it makes perfect sense, considering how fucked up my 50% CA is when everyone else in the cohort probably got at least 40% out of it), C+ for EG (oh well I thought I could have at least gotten a B- for this, but apparently our group project was REALLY fucked up huh...? Either that or my 1/4 tutorial attendance finally screwed me over) and dum de de de dum........ B- for FYP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol actually that was kinda reasonable too... For a few reasons. Firstly, my attitude towards my FYP was really unimpressive from my supervisor's point of view. Secondly, the theory of relativity. As compared to the other 4 students under him, I am probably the one with the suckiest results/effort. Thirdly, even I myself am not impressed with the final report, let alone the examiner and supervisor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The saving grace is that even though this semester's CAP was a paltry 2.625 (fucking epic low), apparently my overall CAP is still 3.58!! I dunno how they calculate lar but it was written in the SMS and since that couldn't possibly be my semester CAP, it has to be my overall CAP lor... Managed to maintain my 2nd lower afterall, hahaha this is hilarious in all the wrong ways lol....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, working P shift today, and then A shift tomorrow. My parents can't send me off on Wed cos they had to pass their passports to the tour agency for the China visa application. So lonely loner me will be leaving for the USA alone, well not alone per se since Kai Han Rina and Yingx will be there as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dennis was showing me old old clips that we filmed in Year 1 on his computer ytd, and all of a sudden we were kinda sorta reminiscing the good ole days. People who have come and gone. Committees who have come and gone. Friendships which have come and gone. Things used to be so hectic when I was in year 1 and 2, what with all the committee work and the amount of modules we were taking. But then I wouldn't change a thing. Especially not the decision to stay in hall (not that I had much of a choice). Honestly speaking, what would my uni life be like had there not been TH...? Can't imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 6 months, I finally went home for a day to pack my bags for the trip. But I didn't even get to spend the night because of work. Kinda sad, knowing that I will never be able to spend large amount of days back at home, since I'll be starting work the moment I return. It's really weird, considering that in the past, we still get months of holidays during school time. So I still get to be at home for days and days on end. But now, it's more of like one day here, two days there, three days occasionally. I dun even noe if I can still call it home anymore, cos not being able to be there for long stretches jus.......makes it feel different somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emo nemo. Nuff said. Hungry. Need food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2157763076460737938?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2157763076460737938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2157763076460737938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2157763076460737938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2157763076460737938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/05/hahahaha-so-it-is-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-7730803809354435900</id><published>2011-05-19T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:55:43.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I wan a family like in Brothers and Sisters. Period.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I just realized the actor playing Scotty was the one they say was dating Wentworth Miller omgxxttm. I hadn't realized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ohhhhh.... Rachel Griffith and Calista Flockhart (omg). And Matthew Rhys (funny how his Welsh accent just disappears when he's acting hmmmm.......). And Luke Macfarlane (OMG). And Sally Field. And Dave Annable (OMG EVEN MORE).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy ensemble. Crazy chemistry. Makes me wonder what it'll be like to have older sisters and younger brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I haven even officially started watching the series. I'm just zooming past snippets of it on youtube, and already I'm glued to the series for the past two days. But damn, it ended by the fifth season. THEY SHOULD BRING IT BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok maybe they shudn't. It might just end up being one of those weirdly stretched out dramas like One Tree Hill     *shudders*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm CRAZILY slack this week. But then I realized I have plenty of things to do. I "need" to edit my thesis by putting in my examiner's suggestion, though I'm not sure if I should cos my supervisor hadn't contacted me since the oral presentation, and seeing how my supervisor who is the examiner for Steve asked Steve's supervisor if he should be allowed to pass his FYP, I'm actually kinda worried for myself since even though he said good job by the end of the oral defense, no one really noes what he's thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, I need to complete my health checkup for HDB. And then, there's my shift at Pageone this Friday and Sunday, and if the airport part time thingy works out next week, den I'll be working on Monday, Tuesday, Friday and maybe another day. And then, I still need to go home to pack my bags for US (I have no idea when I can do that wtf). And then also print out and bind my thesis and hand it up and get my prof to sign the clearance form. And purchase the stupid lock for the luggage, and the money belt thingy. And meet up with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-7730803809354435900?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/7730803809354435900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=7730803809354435900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7730803809354435900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7730803809354435900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/05/omg-i-wan-family-like-in-brothers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-1291676843732917796</id><published>2011-05-19T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:28:32.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(167, 161, 147); font-family: Verdana, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;Indeed Christians and Catholics alike are well within their right to demand that holy matrimony, a sacrament and service performed by the Church and recognized by the Church, remains between a man and a woman as their faith would dictate. However, that has nothing to do with civil marriage, performed and recognized by the State in accordance with state law.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;My name is Louis J. Marinelli, a conservative-Republican and I now support full civil marriage equality. The constitution calls for nothing less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take dat you inflexible, fear-mongering, extremist, non-conforming religious bastards. Why one will ever make the effort to hate on another just because he/she has sex with someone else of the same sex BEHIND CLOSED DOORS is beyond me. If you can love a puppy, why can't you love another human being of the same sex? Judging a person based on some ancient scripture that is grossly outdated is real genius. I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the rant. It came about because of a comment one of the many FB frens I have whom I dun noe in real life left on the video about pinkdot (which can be seen below).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm slipping into another bout of self-induced emo-nemo depression because of the sudden free-ness in my life. Kinda scary when you wake up everyday and realize there's no rush because there isn't anything to do. Plus Adele's songs aren't helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-1291676843732917796?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/1291676843732917796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=1291676843732917796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1291676843732917796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1291676843732917796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/05/indeed-christians-and-catholics-alike.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-3014124677033739826</id><published>2011-05-17T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:05:56.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fNYs3vR-qYg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're telling me the dialogue and the scene isn't touching I'll smack your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you're wondering how I came across the video, Tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's from the tv series, Brothers and Sisters btw. I think I've heard of it, but I never knew they featured a gay couple like in Modern Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, bestie posted tis on her FB wall, and I re-posted it too. But I'll just post it again once more here, since it's kinda rare to see sth like tis coming from Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FrIB5Ojbqns?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FrIB5Ojbqns?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-3014124677033739826?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/3014124677033739826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=3014124677033739826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3014124677033739826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3014124677033739826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-youre-telling-me-dialogue-and-scene.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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://img.youtube.com/vi/fNYs3vR-qYg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-5791853596032636869</id><published>2011-05-16T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:23:40.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Frighteningly lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when we were younger. We were so lonely because we didn't have a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that we have grown up, loneliness just seems, so much more worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can love someone so much, how will we be able to handle it the day we are separated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if being separated is a part of life, and you know about separation well, is it possible that we can love someone and never be afraid of losing them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that, we can live our entire life without loving anyone at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived with it all my life. I know just how bad loneliness feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fear it will only get worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-5791853596032636869?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/5791853596032636869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=5791853596032636869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5791853596032636869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5791853596032636869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/05/frighteningly-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-2194775227432595189</id><published>2011-04-30T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:12:49.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been slacking all week long yayyyyyyyyy.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last paper to go. Not really in the mood to mug for it, but then I have to cos once again I dun think I did very well for the CA lol... And then it's time to start preparing the slides for my OP. And then there's the packing as well since it's gonna be my last week in TH soon. Sigh can't believe I'm really gonna move out for good so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda surreal, considering that I've practically made this place my home for the past four years. Four years. That's really really long. Though I've switched rooms every new academic year, the place has been so familiar, it's really like my home in Singapore. The people, especially. The kinda lifestyle you get in a hall. Where I see my friends the moment I open my door, where we can holler and head down for dinner or supper together. Where we can hang out in each other's room for a movie or some plain old nonsensical chit chat. Where most of our memorable experiences occurred in an impromptu manner. A night of moon viewing on the rooftop of Block B. Home-made steamboat dinner in the kitchen. Steak and Rum supper in the lounge. Clubbing at Butter Fac. Etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2194775227432595189?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2194775227432595189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2194775227432595189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2194775227432595189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2194775227432595189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-been-slacking-all-week-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-6984316186521447347</id><published>2011-04-21T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:38:28.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>好久没留意华语流行乐坛的最新歌曲和动态了。。赫然发现，其实这几个月来，也有好多非常好听的歌曲。想在这里分享。到时候，也可以到卡拉OK高歌几曲哈哈。。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;久违的林凡，不负我对她自“一个人生活”的期望，终于归来了，而且还曲曲动人。真的，好崇拜哦。。。“重伤”这首歌，是我觉得，在她的新专辑里，最有味道的。不容易唱，也不一定符合大众的口味，但我自己听起来，却听到心坎里去了。真的，很有味道。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MxPs0sQnIgo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;郁可唯，是新人。和林凡两人，唱了“犀利人妻”里尽全部的歌曲。但她迎刃有余，唱起来毫不费力。“指望”这一首歌，很好听。就这样。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hWWx67zhVco" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;从以前就很喜欢范范，但我不会不要脸的自屈是个忠实的范范歌迷。但是她的这一首歌，第一次听，是她在“康熙来了”与黑人手牵手，现场演唱，唱工一流。后来再听MV版，还是听得动人。很高兴他们两人终成眷属。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AgswMlYmEyE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最后一首要介绍的，名字大家一定懂。华人乐坛永远的天后，张惠妹。并不觉得她上一张专辑，化身成为阿密特讨喜。但是这次，总算回到张惠妹的身份了，而听到的歌曲，也完全没有让我失望。而且还带有点惊喜。不觉得每个人都会喜欢，但我本身却完全身陷其中。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wlyP8pBP4e4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;今晚，就有着一些个，把我带进我自己的世界吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-6984316186521447347?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6984316186521447347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6984316186521447347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6984316186521447347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6984316186521447347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/04/ok-mv.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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://img.youtube.com/vi/MxPs0sQnIgo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-8037054097655362209</id><published>2011-04-20T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T02:59:15.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a paper in six hours time. I only started to prepare for it today. And I had a mild fever a few hours ago after spending the entire day in the air-conditioned lounge, which prompted me to cut short my mugging session and return to my room for some much-needed panadol and rest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am worried for this paper, just like any other papers I have taken in NUS. But this one in particular, cos I've performed very badly for the CA. And that is entirely my fault. I skipped lessons, skipped a 10% solo presentation, hardly put in any effort for the group project etc... It's probably because tis is my last semester, and so many of us graduating seniors are telling ourselves that we just wanna pass (especially for those who have already secured a job offer). If it was any other semester, I might have still skipped classes, but I would most definitely have done my presentation, and did much better for the group project. But this isn't any other semester. It's my last. Which somehow just brings out the worst in me when in comes to being a student. I wonder why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am, trying to cram in all the readings in one night. It's a HR module, but the readings would have you thinking you're taking a psychology module instead. And they're so difficult to digest cos they're obviously not written for the layman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two essays out of three questions. I'm not worried about writing, But the questions they ask are really difficult to grasp (after looking at the past year papers). The lessons we had did nothing much to reinforce all the different HR concepts involved, and even if it did it wouldn't help me since I am hardly there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a rant anyway. I dun think I will fail, but I wasn't looking forward to seeing anymore Cs on my transcript. But that seems inevitable given how I've screwed up the 50% part of the CA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so empty when I woke up from my feverish slumber a while ago. It's like all of a sudden, I realize there's nothing that I'm working towards. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing to give me a sense of accomplishment, given how little regard I have for my academic work nowadays. Plus I have constant pain with my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's scary, having nothing to look forward to. No purpose in life. That sense of emptiness woke me up. And it's still lingering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current life scares me. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8037054097655362209?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8037054097655362209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8037054097655362209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8037054097655362209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8037054097655362209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-paper-in-six-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-8090962127674728228</id><published>2011-04-14T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T02:26:53.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The things we write and do when we were young.......and naive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So horny frog passed me a letter that I wrote donkey years ago (actually it was right after my A levels) when I was to join him in a MLM-like business thingy. I basically wrote down 8 reasons why I wanted to join the company, and I couldn't bear to read it when I first got it, cos one look at that lengthy 3-page essay and I knew for sure I must have written a whole lot of bs crap even though I couldn't (as much as I tried) rmb what I wrote or WHEN I wrote it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally gave it a quick look-through, and it was just as I thought. My usual ramblings, though some appeared to be quite nobel aspirations-wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus that last page which the horny frog wrote as a letter to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks ar bro. Made me feel like dying. The first time you had such influences with mere words. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't live in the past. Like, really. I don't try to rmb things that have passed me by. Good ones, bad ones. Nada. I don't really retain much of them. I live too much in the present, which can be bad at times, cos it distracts me from looking towards the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change hates me, and I it. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, I dunno why I'm typing this when I have a thesis draft to figure out (fuck this shit) and 3 oral presentations in a few hours' time. But still, I appreciate the gesture bro. I'll return the favor soon. I'll draw something nice for you  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If my professor doesn't murder me tmr, that is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8090962127674728228?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8090962127674728228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8090962127674728228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8090962127674728228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8090962127674728228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-we-write-and-do-when-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-1838648130913897967</id><published>2011-04-10T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:37:13.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He is my new-found idol. It's amazing to watch the way he works. There doesn't seem to be any hesitation. No mistakes. No regrets. Multiple strokes with the pencil and then it's off with acrylic ink and watercolour.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's even more amazing is me throwing away 8 years of art learning and never really retaining much, or achieving much. I love it so much, but I've never really put in enough to bring me up a level or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that was because I lacked something like this to give me that punch in the stomach. I mean, my teachers were really really good back when I was learning art at that private academy. When they really sit down and create something, they were amazing. But the problem is, they never really did that enough. I almost never witnessed them at work, only aiding us with ours. And that's completely different, working on something you call your own as compared to helping someone else with theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These videos, however, just blew me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And time is really running out. The luxury to just sit down and spend time chasing something you enjoy doing and getting progressively good at it is no longer going to be much of an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never take time for granted. We do that so easily, it scares me sometimes. They're so insubstantial, practically non-existent in terms of the senses we possess. And their fleeting existence dictates our lives, whether you like it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like to research. And I like to draw. Combining both is my ultimate desire, and an ephemeral dream at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21785186" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21785186"&gt;Summit at Sea | As drawn by Pat Perry&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/summitd"&gt;SummitD&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&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/14791275-1838648130913897967?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/1838648130913897967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=1838648130913897967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1838648130913897967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1838648130913897967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-is-my-new-found-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-3446025266688045156</id><published>2011-04-07T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:20:59.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My iPod hangs like two of out of five times when I plug it into my laptop to charge and transfer songs. The screen just gets stuck at that same page and the lights wun go off, and iTunes can't detect it for syncing. And then I'll have to unplug it and leave it on my table until the batt runs dry before trying again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very frustrating, cos whenever I plug my iPod into my laptop, it's really because I wanna transfer songs and listen to them IMMEDIATELY after that, usually right before I leave my room etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So nowadays I make sure my iPod is fully charged most of the time (I charge them with the iPhone plug using the conventional plug point) and I accumulate songs I wanna transfer and do em at one go, minimizing the need to plug it into the laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 10.15pm. I was supposed to go to bed at 9pm, but wad the heck, 10.15 ain't that far off. Let's see if this "sleep-early-wake-up-early" routine works for me. FYI, it DID feel good to wake up at 6am tis morning and have breakfast in the comm hall. I hadn't done that in ages, and the morning sky was immensely beautiful. But most of all, it felt good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to get a whole list of things done by the end of next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get cranking you old piece of junk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-3446025266688045156?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/3446025266688045156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=3446025266688045156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3446025266688045156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3446025266688045156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-ipod-hangs-like-two-of-out-of-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-8269373495123305649</id><published>2011-04-04T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:19:14.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to think that I am not a busybody person. But then again I like to think that I am a lot of things, but I never am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun wanna know things people didn't intended me to know, whether consciously or unconsciously. I get easily jealous when I'm out of the loop, which I always find to be exceedingly childish and unbecoming of a friend, or a man, or a person. But I always end up doing it, feeling it, regretting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll stick by my nature a little bit harder. I wun ask, I wun probe. Tell me if you wan to. Dun if you feel uncomfortable. I might be uncomfortable knowing that you told me sth just because you felt there was a "need" to, not because you wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna be someone ppl can talk to comfortably, but then again I dun, cos I dun like to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be the outsider. The familiar stranger. That veil of comfortable awkwardness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friendly anomaly in your lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one you'll always be close to, but never closest with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8269373495123305649?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8269373495123305649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8269373495123305649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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laughed, and died in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know for sure, the things I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're out of reach, I hate the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the rain, I like the clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like my room, I hate my doubts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to have, a lil more control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never do, I dun have goals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos if I do, den I'm not doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anything, to get me there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's not grooving, it's a bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate myself, for repeating it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to ramble, I like to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to see, the day I die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reactions around, what are they like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm nonsensical, I like to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's liberating, can't you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-6799649531768627231?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6799649531768627231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6799649531768627231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6799649531768627231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ovgoz76_rXw/TZYN0wqXIxI/AAAAAAAABuE/PJm0hcJsMTU/s400/Tree%2BDoodle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590671187493987090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;but you weren't happy the day I let you go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-5141536080447507668?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/5141536080447507668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=5141536080447507668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5141536080447507668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5141536080447507668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/04/but-you-werent-happy-day-i-let-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/-Ovgoz76_rXw/TZYN0wqXIxI/AAAAAAAABuE/PJm0hcJsMTU/s72-c/Tree%2BDoodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-5198431332171389146</id><published>2011-03-31T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:08:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find myself, all of a sudden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thrown head-first, without any warning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into a place, strange yet familiar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I knew, that smell and color,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen it so, in him and her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in it and it, in this and that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in thee and thou, in dogs and cats,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in me and mig, in du and they,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I knew, and yet I say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dunno how, I dunno when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why all of a sudden, I'm a grown man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was no crevice, no bridge to cross,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no exams to pass, no medal to toss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yet here I am, standing tall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so high up, so much more to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a moment ago, I was there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down below, without a care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't have worries, I didn't have to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't an adult, now I am too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When did this happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why wasn't I told?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shouldn't I be notified, it's my life u know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dun wan the extras, you can take em back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like how things were, but the facade was cracked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're oozing out, the responsibilities and stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of being an adult, you can hear that loud bass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of finance and health, of careers and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of relationships and families, our lives in a can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very tiny can, one you can look into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not one feet away, measure it with a rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Played out across, not a white wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one stained with grey, and a whole lot more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An incandescence display, that's what we thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not quite one, but still a rowdy lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's an occasional nova, maybe one or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the rest are just monotonous, orbiting fro and to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so I ask, just when did I grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when was I a kid, and then no longer a pup?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when did I cross that line, and enter this covenant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I whispered no secret code, nor gained extra wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then here I am, bright as day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like a fool, in my place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;brighteyed doe, sun shines so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bless my lord! Show some grace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never mind, I seldom pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I do, and you do too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we must be, quite certainly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in some shit, pretty deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;probably knee high, tear and weep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So once again, here I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the brink, I'm so ashamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know, when I'd arrived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But arrived I have, and not in bad shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll have to make do, do-dee-duh-do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then just maybe, we'll grow small too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our bodies may grow, and old we go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but our hearts are different, that much I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll keep them young, I'll keep em safe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll keep them in, a very special place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll keep em in, some good company,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ones I know, I trust completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so we grow old, and enter the forbidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll remain a kid, you can follow if you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dun mind the detractors, they like to laugh and tease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saying I'm childish, what do they know, geez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can be, all the adult you wan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen enough, to last me a lifetime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so why bother, being one isn't fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll just make up, songs and rhymes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a little of this, a little of that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be happy, and you can suck that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-5198431332171389146?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/5198431332171389146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=5198431332171389146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5198431332171389146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5198431332171389146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-find-myself-all-of-sudden-thrown-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-213240559770452820</id><published>2011-03-24T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T02:24:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY BACK AND THIGHS ARE KILLING ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY BACK AND THIGHS ARE KILLING ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY BACK AND THIGHS ARE KILLING ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY BACK AND THIGHS ARE KILLING ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY BACK AND THIGHS ARE KILLING ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EnbPgCLJqk/TYo6o09FXZI/AAAAAAAABt8/p03NnIIBzJA/s1600/YUNOMEME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EnbPgCLJqk/TYo6o09FXZI/AAAAAAAABt8/p03NnIIBzJA/s400/YUNOMEME.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587342760790547858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-213240559770452820?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/213240559770452820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=213240559770452820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/213240559770452820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/213240559770452820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-back-and-thighs-are-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/-4EnbPgCLJqk/TYo6o09FXZI/AAAAAAAABt8/p03NnIIBzJA/s72-c/YUNOMEME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-2451957360458973477</id><published>2011-03-21T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T02:49:35.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Brunch: Home-made grilled pepper salad with pan-fried chicken breast meat (and jap cucumbers and tomatoes and lettuce and apples and sesame seeds and lemon and molasses sugar and olive oil and salt and pepper) o.O + 2 eggs&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snacks: One cup of cereal with milk. 2 slices of cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner: Same salad as above, since I made a tupperware full of it. One cup of cereal again cos I wasn't full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercise: 3km jog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verdict: I tink I read sumwhere saying capsicums are a good source of carbo as well, so even tho I didn't really eat a lot of carbo today (ran out of bread), I tink I'm still good. Let's give this a try for a month. Eat less but spread it out more often. Then try to at least gym one day, jog on the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I no have functioning weighing scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY I NO HAVE FUNCTIONING WEIGHING SCALE?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WPw6lvD4RY/TYZL84EO5yI/AAAAAAAABt0/CIKKcukma_E/s1600/scalerage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WPw6lvD4RY/TYZL84EO5yI/AAAAAAAABt0/CIKKcukma_E/s400/scalerage.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586235897014052642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/14791275-2451957360458973477?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2451957360458973477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2451957360458973477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2451957360458973477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2451957360458973477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/brunch-home-made-grilled-pepper-salad.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/-9WPw6lvD4RY/TYZL84EO5yI/AAAAAAAABt0/CIKKcukma_E/s72-c/scalerage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-6680075809677212140</id><published>2011-03-19T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:45:22.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ohhhh.....and I just realized one of the earliest tumblrs I was following belongs to Daryl Pan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o.O&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/14791275-6680075809677212140?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6680075809677212140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6680075809677212140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6680075809677212140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6680075809677212140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/ohhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-7512526056602808312</id><published>2011-03-19T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:42:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;NOVEMBER=SWEETIE ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck.. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. If you repost this in the next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone you do not speak to much in the next 4 days. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Tis is wad I read on tumblr, a post regarding the month you were born in and apparently, your characteristics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;I went from -_-  to o.O in 5 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;I mean, it's obviously not 100% accurate, especially if you consider that the post was meant to target ALL November babies... But then, it's too damn close. At least in my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Nex time someone else asks me to introduce myself, I'll just point them to this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Interested to know what the other months are like...? Just holler and I'll post em, if not it'll save me the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;ps: It rained super hard today, and as I had a super laosy night's worth of sleep ytd, I just switched on my fav grooveshark playlist and snuggled in bed, dreaming of ytd, today and tmr. I love rainy days.&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/14791275-7512526056602808312?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/7512526056602808312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=7512526056602808312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7512526056602808312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7512526056602808312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/novembersweetie-stubborn-and-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-5355426897232601936</id><published>2011-03-18T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T01:34:38.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A dear friend's grandfather just passed away. On the day that her grandfather was supposed to chu bin, her mum was admitted to the hospital due to some health complications, and she passed away yesterday night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am at a loss all of a sudden as to what to say and do for her. I dun even have the courage to call, as in such situations, I am really bad at knowing what to say. I simply cannot imagine having to go through the same situation, especially when everything happened so suddenly. I texted her, and hoped that she received it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't even aware that her grandfather passed away. Sometimes I wonder what kind of a friend I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life can be a real bitch. But it's all we got, isn't it...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我真心希望你一切都安好。也希望你一切都能看得开。我知道用嘴说说很简单，但我也真的不知道还能说什么。时间会冲淡一切。你身边还有我们这一班朋友，不要忘了。坚强点。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-5355426897232601936?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/5355426897232601936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=5355426897232601936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5355426897232601936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5355426897232601936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-friends-grandfather-just-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-250965568460734402</id><published>2011-03-15T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:53:35.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6N5wXihGmc/TX99PtvGzJI/AAAAAAAABts/LgfzFfmmAsQ/s1600/tumblr_li3b2okTQI1qf6n5qo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6N5wXihGmc/TX99PtvGzJI/AAAAAAAABts/LgfzFfmmAsQ/s400/tumblr_li3b2okTQI1qf6n5qo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584319771891387538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I must be turning gay like Arvin said, but this boy is crazily cute. He's from Sweden, and he's deaf. But he's enjoying his life. Maybe I should start to learn how to enjoy mine. I am already so much more fortunate than so many others in the world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jamie Woon ~ Missing Person&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-250965568460734402?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/250965568460734402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=250965568460734402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/250965568460734402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/250965568460734402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/haha-i-must-be-turning-gay-like-arvin.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/-P6N5wXihGmc/TX99PtvGzJI/AAAAAAAABts/LgfzFfmmAsQ/s72-c/tumblr_li3b2okTQI1qf6n5qo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-3683216190094496366</id><published>2011-03-15T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:39:36.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGmRpNENDVw/TX5StL83OOI/AAAAAAAABtk/5aPDIgiGSCk/s1600/doodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGmRpNENDVw/TX5StL83OOI/AAAAAAAABtk/5aPDIgiGSCk/s400/doodle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583991524241651938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;突然之间，有好多我想读的书。可能是因为在PageOne打工时，现在正忙着到每一个书柜，一本一本的检查着barcode, 因为stocktake快要开始了。在检查的当儿，有时会注意到一些比较息影我的目光的书名，就会情不自禁的拿起来，迅速翻阅一番。说真的，有好几本，我当下就想一口气读完。但是想着要尽快把那么多的书一个一个检查完，根本就没有时间让我偷懒。而且，我也没有多余的钱在放工后就直接把那些书给买下。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;所以呢，就干脆把那些书名都先写再这，免得以后忘了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mervyn Peake ~ The Gormenghast Trilogy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;台湾女生瑞典乐活&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;奥运不买票-我在雅典当义工的日子&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Island Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在天涯的尽头 A Story of Unlearning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;星野道夫 ~ 在漫长的旅途中&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;包益民 ~ 天下没有怀才不遇这回事&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;御我 ~ 一分之二王子&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Need To Talk About Kevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne Rice ~ The Vampire Armand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neil Gaiman ~ Fragile Things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;巴黎型男日记&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;泪光闪闪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;同栖生活&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;恋空&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当中之所以会有英文书是因为中文部里有很多翻译的书。不管是翻英文还是日文或是其它的语文，中文部通通都有。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我觉得当我开始打工后，一大半的薪水，应该会拿来买书吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;很期待我往后有自己的apartment后，可以在里头大枣属于自己的图书阁。大片的落地窗，地毯，书柜，音乐，还有自己的宠物，就这样度过懒人的一天。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当然，也希望那房间里会做着自己喜欢的人，一起阅读。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这是我小小的一个梦想。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-3683216190094496366?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/3683216190094496366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=3683216190094496366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3683216190094496366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3683216190094496366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/pageonebarcode-stocktake-mervyn-peake.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/-YGmRpNENDVw/TX5StL83OOI/AAAAAAAABtk/5aPDIgiGSCk/s72-c/doodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-6769284073869551388</id><published>2011-03-15T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:06:53.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend posted this video on FB, that's how I found it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His voice has an immediate magnetism-feel to it. I couldn't help but rape the replay button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's from Britain, but he sorta looks a bit mixed to me. For a moment I thought he might have some Asian blood in him. No idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FIgKwwcw8lY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plenty of regrets in life, in which I fill them up one by one through by endless day-dreams. At least then I don't dwell on them that much during normal times. I'm grateful for my sense of imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jamie Woon ~ Missing Person&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-6769284073869551388?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6769284073869551388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6769284073869551388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6769284073869551388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6769284073869551388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/friend-posted-this-video-on-fb-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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://img.youtube.com/vi/FIgKwwcw8lY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-912347772907436958</id><published>2011-03-08T02:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T02:24:10.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I finally got my thesis draft done. It's like I'm finally picking myself up. Thesis is looking pretty ok. I know I have the content. The results are all just dependent on my experiments, which can't really go very wrong cos they're pretty straight forward. The only problem now is coming up with "new insight and ideas" which is what my professor is looking for. Basically it's what ALL professors are looking for. But then I really have no idea how to do that, because the "new insight and ideas" I'm supposed to come up with seem to be really really unrelated to civil engineering. More of material science's department. It's about strengthening bamboo as pipes afterall. How is that civil stuff?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, my first pay from Pageone just came in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....we'll see how the experiments continue to proceed tmr, and then maybe someone will keep their eyes open for more part-time jobs to fill in the humongous gap that is the difference btw his bank acc balance and the grad trip expenditure  o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, NEED.MORE.MONEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And once again, NEED.TO.LOSE.WEIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna try and eat healthy tis week. Bought groceries. Healthy ones. Let's see how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-912347772907436958?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/912347772907436958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=912347772907436958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/912347772907436958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/912347772907436958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-i-finally-got-my-thesis-draft-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-5159426632233832923</id><published>2011-03-06T02:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:32:50.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;谁会喜欢孤独，只是不想勉强交朋友罢了，免得徒生失望。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ 挪威的森林，村上春树 著 (Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;怎么觉得，当我听到这一句话的时候，马上有点似曾相识的感觉。是我这二十四年的人生里，一针见血的一句行事道理吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想了一想，其实也不尽然。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我的人生观念，前两句是对了。最后一句，只是起着一点惊醒梦中人的作用吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;谁会喜欢孤独，只是不想勉强交朋友罢了，免得枉自让他人徒生失望。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我想，这一句，应该比较贴切吧。因该。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;打工时无意间发现了这本书，可是我没买，因为不想胡乱的浪费钱，也不知道是否值得花那笔钱。但同时发现，它被翻成电影了。竟然，今天也在funshion 发现了它。偶然吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也并没有因为这一句话，让我当下放得下我脑海里所有恼人与不可理喻的思想。但，总觉得它，似乎也帮了那么一点忙。至少，我对我自己这么多年以来，一直不能形容的一个性情，一个习惯，一个生活方式，一个我，现在竟能用短短的一句话，尽速道然。没到豁然开朗。但至少对自己，多了一份了解。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为我自己看自己，其实还真像一个陌生人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could never understood why writing in chinese makes me feel melancholy. Maybe it's because it brings me all the way back to the days when I was still a primary school kid...? My P6 classmate just created an FB group, and everyone's inviting back our old classmates whom they have on FB. So far the tally stands at 36, but we used to have like 45 students in 6M. I dun even rmb most of them anymore. I racked my brain for some form of memory, but most are vague to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun wanna forget those days. One of the few reasons I continuously cling onto my mother tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;暂时就到这里吧。明天，应该会是一个不一样的，更美好的明天吧。明天，我的意志力，应该终于会取得胜利吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就看明天吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-5159426632233832923?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/5159426632233832923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=5159426632233832923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5159426632233832923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5159426632233832923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/norwegian-wood-by-haruki-murakami.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-8030269030556073523</id><published>2011-03-03T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T02:41:51.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I enjoy using tumblr, I still find it more satisfying to actually pen down my thoughts here. Not that you can't do that on tumblr, but I tend to associate it more with pics than words. I seldom post and re-blog stuff on tumblr, because a.) if I wanna post stuff I would prefer it to be sth I did myself, which in turn implies a great deal of effort in picking out pics and finding inspiration and using photoshop or lightroom etc etc, which simply means time and effort that I either do not have or can't be bothered to sacrifice, and b.) I seldom come across sth that made me really REALLY wanna re-blog, and if I do re-blog sth, I have to make sure I re-blog 8 other stuff to make the total number 9 due to the layout of my tumblr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I finally got to my thesis today, but not before I slept and slacked and slept most of the day away. I've decided (after some discussion wif frens) that I wun be bothered to write out sth lengthy simply because most professors won't appreciate grandmother stories and they will most probably just zoom in on your results anyway, so no point describing at length the entire project when all they want are the main points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm heading to the States for my grad trip. But I dun have the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lose weight plans are in disarray, so I shall start jogging again soon. Hopefully tomorrow, but since I'll be in the lab the entire day tmr, and I have work on Friday, it will most probably be Saturday that I start jogging again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm at work I normally skip breakfast and lunch and only take dinner when I get back to hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone pls curb my spending habits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sleep like a pig these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carrie Underwood ~ Mama's Song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8030269030556073523?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8030269030556073523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8030269030556073523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8030269030556073523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8030269030556073523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-much-as-i-enjoy-using-tumblr-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-6322714396469709850</id><published>2011-03-01T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:54:27.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm dragging myself down a one-way road of destruction. Funny how people drive themselves to death on booze and drugs, and I do the same with something as benign-sounding as a heck-care attitude.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-6322714396469709850?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6322714396469709850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6322714396469709850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6322714396469709850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6322714396469709850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think-im-dragging-myself-down-one-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-8144048891482938618</id><published>2011-02-27T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:05:40.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am amazed by myself. I am really really not bothered by my future. And I don't understand why. I am not bothered with my FYP. I lie to my professor about its progress. I haven sent out any other job application since the HDB interview. I only attend classes when I absolutely have to, and even then my presence isn't guaranteed. I only start looking into my projects when the deadline looms near.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now that I'm part-timing, I have less time to be in the lab or type out my thesis. And then I realized I may need to do more part-time if I wanna have enough money for my grad trip, which is sorta confirmed already since they've already purchased the travel insurance on my behalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have zero motivation to do anything in my life, because I do not sense that I will derive any satisfaction from the things I am obliged to do right now. No satisfaction from completing my FYP. No satisfaction from graduating. No satisfaction from attending classes. No satisfaction from completing my assignments and projects. No fucking satisfaction of whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a world where your sole existence is not for yourself, but for another you, and all you need to do is draw and imagine and day-dream, how bad is it really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KElpq1BSQaQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not kidding when I say I can day-dream my life away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, watch &lt;b&gt;You Are Not Alone&lt;/b&gt; if you have the time. It's an old Danish movie, and the acting is amateurish (they're all kids waddya expect). But I think it portrays the best puppy love story in movies so far, albeit as a gay relationship. You can download it from piratebay and it comes with English titles. You'll be surprised at how non-disturbing the movie is even though it's on a topic that isn't everyone's cup of tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to type my thesis. Supposed. But apparently my 不care attitude is running rampant right now. So fuck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sufjan Stevens ~ Casimir Pulaski Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8144048891482938618?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8144048891482938618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8144048891482938618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8144048891482938618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8144048891482938618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-amazed-by-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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://img.youtube.com/vi/KElpq1BSQaQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-4175506469257998853</id><published>2011-02-24T04:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:26:30.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly, I used to have a really really bad impression with regards to clubbing. Probably cos of all the drinking and dancing and flirting and grinding and humping and squeezing and deafening bass and expensive alcohol and rude clubbers etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first clubbing experience was really kinda like a let down. Second time didn't really count cos I was on duty and didn't stay back to club after the event ended. Third time was with the bros, and it was my first time attempting to really get into the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ytd was my fourth. Talk about being experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ytd was really really fun. I wasn't high at all from the alcohol. I dunno why. The girls kept getting us drinks since it was free flow for them. Mixers, beer etc. We kept drinking. But it didn't even make me go red. I dunno why. The music? Or all that standing and walking and yelling and laughing...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when it was time to enter the dance floor, it was the music that made us all high. The songs weren't too bad, and thank god for the company. Everyone was willing to let loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 hours of work at PageOne with constant standing and walking around followed by 5 hours of clubbing is really really hard on the legs. Plus that one night cost me more than the 9 hours of work brought in. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinking and clubbing  is to me, nothing but the company. I think the same applies to a lot more things in my life. Makes it sound like I'm too dependent on the people around me. Which I am. I derive a lot of my life's happiness from the happiness of the people around me. That's why I like to make people happy. Unless I am too lazy, which is also a common occurrence. But then again, I've learnt to live by myself for quite some time now. I know how to make myself happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a song. A book. Staring at the ceiling while lying on the bed. Day-dreaming on the bus. Listening to the rain while tucked in my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all beginnings are bad. Not all beginnings are good either. I dunno how my beginning was, but it doesn't matter. Not all beginnings can be as awesome as the intro of the song below. But at least things seem to be going well for now. not necessarily true in the larger scope of things, but I'm contented with the slightest feelings of gratification. Yesterday and this song makes me feel contented now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sufjan Stevens ~ Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Post edit: Preparing something I dun make very often is also very gratifying, especially when it turns out nice haha... One of my fav salad recipes which I created impromptu myself unintentionally :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZXq-6E9M80/TWYV8iFLN6I/AAAAAAAABsk/JASSM_iunQM/s400/salad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577169318229784482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Grilled Peppers Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-4175506469257998853?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/4175506469257998853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=4175506469257998853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4175506469257998853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4175506469257998853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/honestly-i-used-to-have-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/-jZXq-6E9M80/TWYV8iFLN6I/AAAAAAAABsk/JASSM_iunQM/s72-c/salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-2414465123664383379</id><published>2011-02-22T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:19:27.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;These are really obscure bands/singers/songs to me, but I stumbledupon them. It's basically a compilation of &lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/lytebryte25/songs-to-lie-on-your-bed-and-stare-at-the-ceiling-to"&gt;this list&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/seekthejoy/the-number-one-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning-the-season-of-spring"&gt;this list&lt;/a&gt; together with some other songs I came across. The titles given to the original lists were aptly named. The kind of songs you can listen to while lying on your bed staring at the ceiling, or when you're awake at the wee hours of the morning and the sun starts rising in the horizon, when you're staring at the wall in your room thinking about everything and nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're the kind of songs I can listen to while doodling on my wall without once feeling distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they're awesome at what they do. Imagine how many more such talents have we missed out due to the dominating mainstream music that hogs and inundates our senses day after day...? I'm not exactly complaining. Mainstream artists are equally talented as well. But sometimes, when you come across something completely unexpected, it can be utterly refreshing. For your senses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;playlistID=43976121&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="400" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;playlistID=43976121&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sufjan Stevens ~ Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois&lt;/i&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/14791275-2414465123664383379?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2414465123664383379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2414465123664383379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2414465123664383379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2414465123664383379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-3229264860843541474</id><published>2011-02-21T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T00:14:23.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.” Rebecca- age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“When someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” Billy – age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” Karl – age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” Chrissy – age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” Terri – age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” Danny – age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss” Emily – age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“If you want to learn to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” Nikka – age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” Noelle – age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” Tommy – age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” Cindy – age 8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“My mommy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; me more than anybody You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” Clare – age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” Elaine-age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.” Chris – age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” Mary Ann – age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“I know my older sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” Lauren – age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“When you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (what an image) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Karen – age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.” Mark – age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;“You really shouldn’t say ‘I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” Jessica – age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nothing, I just helped him cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My world is very very simple. The world isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adele ~ One and Only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-3229264860843541474?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/3229264860843541474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=3229264860843541474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3229264860843541474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3229264860843541474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-my-grandmother-got-arthritis-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-7069620330278698694</id><published>2011-02-21T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:15:19.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justforlaughs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oaFohf3pMJo/TWE9WjxR7yI/AAAAAAAABsc/czhFJi1E7Nc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oaFohf3pMJo/TWE9WjxR7yI/AAAAAAAABsc/czhFJi1E7Nc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575805271429738274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdcH4wUIGIg/TWE9WNTseeI/AAAAAAAABsU/CfBxc6iiGAM/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdcH4wUIGIg/TWE9WNTseeI/AAAAAAAABsU/CfBxc6iiGAM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575805265400068578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fblJb6QA4k/TWE9Vy4t0xI/AAAAAAAABsM/ZMMqsnmdS7U/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fblJb6QA4k/TWE9Vy4t0xI/AAAAAAAABsM/ZMMqsnmdS7U/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575805258307588882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-coOEaoUBCtM/TWE9VVoxw_I/AAAAAAAABsE/ZJt_pU4T9nU/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-coOEaoUBCtM/TWE9VVoxw_I/AAAAAAAABsE/ZJt_pU4T9nU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575805250456110066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro4Pc5U9-fg/TWE9IqVfkpI/AAAAAAAABr8/5HYi5f68aCg/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro4Pc5U9-fg/TWE9IqVfkpI/AAAAAAAABr8/5HYi5f68aCg/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575805032674071186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEY_GqSrWWY/TWE9IK5m-VI/AAAAAAAABr0/ViXzORjDd8o/s1600/6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEY_GqSrWWY/TWE9IK5m-VI/AAAAAAAABr0/ViXzORjDd8o/s400/6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575805024235616594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s77p7yC-UV8/TWE9HlImjII/AAAAAAAABrs/-VdBxDoPGRA/s1600/7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s77p7yC-UV8/TWE9HlImjII/AAAAAAAABrs/-VdBxDoPGRA/s400/7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575805014097955970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbd1wilKtoU/TWE9G8TZkiI/AAAAAAAABrk/H1aPT2e-tH4/s1600/8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbd1wilKtoU/TWE9G8TZkiI/AAAAAAAABrk/H1aPT2e-tH4/s400/8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575805003137389090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rVAjScAPnis/TWE9GToPpUI/AAAAAAAABrc/v2mTQCE-5XM/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rVAjScAPnis/TWE9GToPpUI/AAAAAAAABrc/v2mTQCE-5XM/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575804992218965314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wf0mRkRsS8/TWE88QKxF6I/AAAAAAAABrU/M3N3c2i5fk4/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wf0mRkRsS8/TWE88QKxF6I/AAAAAAAABrU/M3N3c2i5fk4/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575804819491329954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usvtTbTmXmY/TWE88AYuM5I/AAAAAAAABrM/ar5vow6G2x4/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usvtTbTmXmY/TWE88AYuM5I/AAAAAAAABrM/ar5vow6G2x4/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575804815254893458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because apparently I've been writing too depressing stuff nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Radiohead ~ House of Cards&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-7069620330278698694?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/7069620330278698694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=7069620330278698694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7069620330278698694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7069620330278698694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/because-apparently-ive-been-writing-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/-oaFohf3pMJo/TWE9WjxR7yI/AAAAAAAABsc/czhFJi1E7Nc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-2598394830917751348</id><published>2011-02-19T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:53:53.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I'm such a drama queen. I dun noe why I get taken aback by things I sort of-kinda-maybe know a little. Maybe it's cos I like to mentally block things out of my mind. I do that so often with things I am reluctant to face head on, it's becoming an extremely bad habit that gets me into an increasing amount of trouble. And it's turning me into the world's biggest procrastinator. Of epic proportions (self-mockery intended). It makes my life easier, yes. I get to block out and not think of things that stresses me out, or makes me uncomfortable. I get to avoid them for a while. But then they return to bite me with a COMBO WHORE damage.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it took me like 2 days to finally send the reply. But in this case I'm glad I took my time. I seem to have a clearer mind as compared to ytd. Or the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just remember, if ever you realized there's sum issues between you and me, it's mostly because of me. And I mean this to anyone who knows me. Especially you, the one reading this blog right now. There's so few of you I dun even need to guess. 对朋友和家人，很多时候，我非常的自我保留。所以如果你觉得即使过了这么多年，你对我的认识还是一样浅，我必须抱歉。但，我不认为这是一个我现在就能改的习惯。所以，请再多包容我一下。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I love meeting ppl who make me feel comfortable from the get-go. I dun normally enjoy meeting new ppl, cos there's always an awkwardness, and if you dun already know despite the repeated repeats, I abhor awkwardness. But there are some ppl out there who just allows you to feel at ease immediately. I don't think I will ever be like that. But I do like meeting such ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna own a book shop cum cafe one day. Random ramblings on this random night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Asher Book ~ Try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2598394830917751348?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2598394830917751348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2598394830917751348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2598394830917751348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2598394830917751348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-i-think-im-such-drama-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-4696219297289127603</id><published>2011-02-15T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:55:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep thinking of my life based on what's coming up next. And then I prepare for it at the very last minute. I dunno what I'm gonna do next week, let alone three years down the road.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to tackle problems one at a time. But then the world wants people who can multitask, and multitask well. They want people who thinks ahead of time, like seriously AHEAD of time. I think about tomorrow. Sometimes I don't even do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, I realized. I can either be extremely easily satisfied, or never satisfied at all. The former simply because I will very rarely be riddled with worries about the future since I dun think about the future at all. The latter because the world's a bitch and there will be a never-ending stream of problems coming your way, which means after tackling the problem tomorrow, there will be a new one the day after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus like I mentioned, I like to tackle problems one by one. But it doesn't mean they come my way in that order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's during these times I wish there was someone else I could turn to. Funny, I was never interested in relationships since a long time ago. But now that I'm at the brink of leaving school life for good, things just dun seem to be that simple anymore. And, I really wish there could be someone there sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never hear the end of it from the nosey peeps who read this blog. I know. I wonder why I still bother to write all these down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janelle Monae ~ Cold War&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-4696219297289127603?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/4696219297289127603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=4696219297289127603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4696219297289127603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4696219297289127603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-keep-thinking-of-my-life-based-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-2493610311954169123</id><published>2011-02-14T12:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:20:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha so I was surprised when a fren commented that she thinks it is impossible for me to ever be gay, cos all this while, if I compare myself to most of the guy frens I hang out with or whom I'm close with, I was never the most macho/manly one amongst all of them. So yeah, I was surprised by the absolute tone of hers lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Arvin the Slut said the same thing during mahjong night too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I ever turn gay, these two will have to eat their words ar hahahaha..... (not funny sienz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine's Day today, so Happy Valentines to everyone, regardless of whether you're attached, you're single, you're straight, you're gay, you're bi, you're confused, or you simply can't be bothered (yours truly). It's an over-rated day/festival/celebration thingy (I rather cuddle with my loved one everyday than spend one single day making it special, but then that's just me), and I was never bothered with it, so who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just to spice things up a lil, to show that I can turn gay too (muahahahahahaha *evil cackle*), here's sum cute boys pics! My V Day gift to anyone and everyone who visits this sorry ass of an excuse of a blog LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymEtZdKGAME/TVi6u0ADsrI/AAAAAAAABrE/3PBJwbh7Yxw/s400/rrr.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573409852266623666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_Wc_B777Wo/TVi5wlU-KnI/AAAAAAAABq8/QyRkyoVAHDg/s400/rr.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573408783175920242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbbd4MSHgp0/TVi4LeWt3JI/AAAAAAAABq0/S38tX0wZ5Ms/s400/chunji.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573407046137404562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok that's all I'm too lazy to deliberately search for pics of guys... Three is the best I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jon McLaughlin ~ Beautiful Disaster&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2493610311954169123?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2493610311954169123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2493610311954169123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2493610311954169123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2493610311954169123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/hahaha-so-i-was-surprised-when-fren.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/-ymEtZdKGAME/TVi6u0ADsrI/AAAAAAAABrE/3PBJwbh7Yxw/s72-c/rrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-8303806448426601657</id><published>2011-02-11T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:05:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been backsliding on my diet plans. Yeah I know, it's an old story. But I really didn't get a chance to resume my routine during CNY with all that travelling (and of cos with all that eating), and even when I'm bck in Singapore I'm still in the CNY mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I swear, the diet resumes on Monday, and the jogging resumes by this Saturday. Lemme just soak in the CNY mood a lil longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the mean time, here's my fav comic strips on the web so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bug (&lt;a href="http://www.bugcomic.com/"&gt;http://www.bugcomic.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cyanide Happiness (&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/2316/"&gt;http://www.explosm.net/comics/2316/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you ever need a place to search and listen to songs, &lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/"&gt;grooveshark&lt;/a&gt; is really REALLY awesome. Plus you can create playlists and share them with your frens. Esp useful to ppl staying in hall since your computer/laptop is practically connected to the net 24/7 and you're in your room pretty often too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And picplz is my newest photo app find in my iphone. Pretty neat, and the pics that ppl took and shared on picplz can be pretty amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/TVQagYmzkiI/AAAAAAAABqs/la_zVDTYN-E/s400/TH.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572107782627496482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset @ Temasek Hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can imagine slacking my entire life away. Trust me, I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Temper Trap ~ Love Lost&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8303806448426601657?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8303806448426601657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8303806448426601657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8303806448426601657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8303806448426601657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-backsliding-on-my-diet-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/TVQagYmzkiI/AAAAAAAABqs/la_zVDTYN-E/s72-c/TH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-7168564884800281396</id><published>2011-02-08T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T03:02:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I just got a teeny weeny bit better at k-ing. The last 2 occasions were disastrous hahaha...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think 3 to 4 ppl k-ing at one time is the perfect number. Of cos u need to make sure u hv sumone who can reach all the notes amongst you when you k, so whenever you run into a banshee-high note, you can str8 away send your mic over to the saviour (that's you wei wei).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wan to K summore. Drats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I need some over-night mahjong therapy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rihanna ~ S&amp;amp;M&lt;/i&gt; (this song has some FRIGGIN' ADDICTIVE beats!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-7168564884800281396?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/7168564884800281396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=7168564884800281396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7168564884800281396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7168564884800281396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-i-just-got-teeny-weeny-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-2352092764592341669</id><published>2011-02-05T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:54:48.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I dun understand why I bother coming home. I get nagged about my hair, about my diet, about my habits, about everything in my life. I just suck with short hair, what, is it gonna take you the next fifty years to understand that? It's the hair that's growing on MY freaking head, not yours, and there isn't your name carved onto my forehead saying I'm your son when I go out, so don't worry about me throwing your face. I like it long, so get used to that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for heaven's sake, I'm not stupid. I noe the consequences of being over-weight and etc... I jus dun bother to tell you when I'm exercising and when I'm not. If I wanna sit down after dinner instead of standing like an idiot outside in the garden, that's my freaking business. I doubt standing for five minutes will make much of a difference anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to freaking graduate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2352092764592341669?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2352092764592341669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2352092764592341669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2352092764592341669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2352092764592341669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-i-dun-understand-why-i-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-4951374123217346793</id><published>2011-02-02T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:15:02.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Leaving for Muar soon once Dad gets back from his half-day work. Didn't get to celebrate CNY last year since I was away on SEP. Hopefully it'll be as enjoyable as usual this year. And of course hopefully none of my ang paos shrink in size haha...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy CNY everyone. Esp my Lundian friends. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/TUjZkzcL_TI/AAAAAAAABqg/JAzCdIxLvjI/s1600/Rome%2B-%2BTretti%2BBrotherhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/TUjZkzcL_TI/AAAAAAAABqg/JAzCdIxLvjI/s400/Rome%2B-%2BTretti%2BBrotherhood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568940165550570802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/TUjZkgPuVCI/AAAAAAAABqY/i6j0JJs9lvQ/s1600/TulipsGarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/TUjZkgPuVCI/AAAAAAAABqY/i6j0JJs9lvQ/s400/TulipsGarden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568940160398021666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/TUjZkeEY_ZI/AAAAAAAABqQ/T91Nwebta4I/s1600/LondonFour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/TUjZkeEY_ZI/AAAAAAAABqQ/T91Nwebta4I/s400/LondonFour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568940159813614994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/TUjZkEgFBjI/AAAAAAAABqI/ogUk-7zPcLA/s1600/Berlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/TUjZkEgFBjI/AAAAAAAABqI/ogUk-7zPcLA/s400/Berlin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568940152950425138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not forgetting the rare few visitors I have here as well, happy CNY to Wei Wei, Arvin, Matty boy, Kah Sing and Yuxiang.  =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lee Hae Ri ~ 红豆&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-4951374123217346793?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/4951374123217346793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=4951374123217346793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4951374123217346793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4951374123217346793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/leaving-for-muar-soon-once-dad-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/TUjZkzcL_TI/AAAAAAAABqg/JAzCdIxLvjI/s72-c/Rome%2B-%2BTretti%2BBrotherhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-2773739003680380561</id><published>2011-02-01T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:25:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>难得回到家里，感觉却有那么的一点不一样。可能是因为太久没回家了。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really feel anything for my room at home. Since I'm hardly back, I seldom use it, thus the lack of a personal attachment to it. But then again, I dun really feel attached to my room in TH as well, since I've nvr stayed in the same room for more than a year, and I've always known that when four years' time is up, I'll be moving out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel a sense of belonging in Singapore, but nowadays I don't really feel a sense of belonging in Malaysia as well. I'm literally just floating about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm like that among frens too. I just......float about. Amongst them. Prolly due to my nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna continue to edit the layout, and then resume LR and PS. But then my laptop table is being dominated by my uncle's huge ass tv cos his hs is undergoing renovations. So now my laptop is on my bed, and my neck is hurting from all the straining to stare at the monitor while lying down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I won't work in the engineering industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem is I seldom see them through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adele ~ Love Song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2773739003680380561?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2773739003680380561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2773739003680380561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2773739003680380561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2773739003680380561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-really-feel-anything-for-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-9127455633549896102</id><published>2011-02-01T06:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T06:39:35.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I didn't sleep the entire night, couldn't go for a run since the rain was being a temperamental bitch, went for a short gym session in the end at 430am in the morning (which gave me the goosebumps cos I was alone and the mirrors didn't help... -_-), came back to start packing, and finally finished the photoshop editing for my new blog layout.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dun mistake me, the layout belongs to someone else. I merely changed the header with the pictures I took (or was tagged in on FB) during my euro trip. It turned out better than I thought it would, and editing the html codes wasn't that difficult after all. I figure I'll change the header pictures once a few weeks since I've got loads of pics in my laptop and I hardly edited/uploaded any of them at all, which is such a waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If u really wanna noe more about the header, the first pic on the left is of Venice. Second pic is of Nice, France. Third pic was taken at Florence, Italy. Last pic was in London. Liked the last pic a lot cos it was taken without much thought and turned out great. Can't believe my face was that thin in the third pic as well... Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More photoshop and lightroom editing to be done soon. This can get addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adele ~ Set fire to the rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-9127455633549896102?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/9127455633549896102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=9127455633549896102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/9127455633549896102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/9127455633549896102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-i-didnt-sleep-entire-night-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-4804843051306216238</id><published>2011-01-23T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T04:33:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how alcohol brings ppl together. Even though I really dislike it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno if it's sth that only works on guys, but somehow it does seem to work that way, or does it not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a journey of discovery. I realized even though a lot of times, I know the overview, I am sorely unaware of the details, and more often than not, the details are entirely capable of changing my perception utterly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably knew something was amiss a long time ago. But like you, I chose to ignore it, and trust that you were capable of getting through unscathed. After all, you were the strongest mentally among us, and despite what school grades have shown, I've always thought that you were the most capable one among us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to think that all 3 of you are strong enough to get through whatever that comes your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I was getting too used to being the one that needed to be taken care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will admit. I've never gone through anything that time couldn't heal. Probably explains my stand on the issue heavily debated just a while ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll admit too. I was never prepared to discuss my worries with anyone else. Those that I didn't bring up, they're things I never understood myself. I dun see the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I abhor awkwardness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is my solution. You guys are the catalyst. Thinking back, I honestly do not know what I did to deserve that position among you guys today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as usual, I don't have much to give. Except this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno if a closure is possible in the near future for you. But you of all people should know the importance in moving on, and the consequences if you don't. It doesn't matter how long it takes. It doesn't matter how you do it. I believe you'll eventually get one. At the mean time, shifting your sights to some other goals isn't exactly a bad idea either. Not all problems deserve to be solved immediately. And not all aspirations deserve a reason at the beginning. It'll all come together in the end. Mark my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry if I didn't pay you enough attention when we met up. You were always the one with the least troubles (excluding me), and you seldom let it show, not unlike the person above. I've always seen you as the cheerful one, so sometimes I conveniently let signs slip me by, just so I wouldn't need to confront them with you. Nobody said you'll be so lucky as to fall for the right one on your first try, and similarly, nobody said you wouldn't eventually be with the right one, regardless of what occurred along the way. Have a little faith. And be a lil more aggressive. You need not follow what others did. You're trying to meet your right one, not theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad everything's turning out so well for you. And I'm glad you're full of confidence in what you have right now. Hold onto him tight. He really loves you. It really isn't hard to see that. Don't ever let him go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ellie Goulding ~ Starry Eyed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-4804843051306216238?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/4804843051306216238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=4804843051306216238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4804843051306216238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/4804843051306216238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-funny-how-alcohol-brings-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-2686418593529090347</id><published>2011-01-20T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:36:07.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Discovering songs that take my breath away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editing pictures that once took my breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing and doodling. They calm my breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking about the future. Suffocating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ellie Goulding ~ Guns and Horses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2686418593529090347?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2686418593529090347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2686418593529090347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2686418593529090347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2686418593529090347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/01/discovering-songs-that-take-my-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-1544244631620303687</id><published>2011-01-19T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:24:56.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...and I'm tumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://insleepwhenimalone.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://insleepwhenimalone.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly just to clear my stash of euro pics, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-1544244631620303687?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/1544244631620303687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=1544244631620303687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1544244631620303687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1544244631620303687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-3693881091757722240</id><published>2011-01-18T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:01:45.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As expected, 那个莫名其妙，不知从哪儿冒出来的感觉，渐渐消失了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算是好事吧。至少不会使我的每一天被那么忧郁的心情牵着鼻子走。还真是莫名其妙哈哈。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对前途还并不是那么期待，明朗。但至少现在，有了短暂的目标。需要好几个月才能看到一丝丝的成果吧，很无奈，但也很期待。毕竟，不能一辈子都这么得过下去。老爸老妈因该会高兴吧。Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read books. Maybe because my life is uninteresting. Or maybe the characters in the stories are precisely who I wanna be. Regardless, some day I hope I can write my own story. Maybe I'll be surprised by how bland it is. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered what would change if I was born a girl, like my mum wanted. I'll probably be yelling at my computer screen saying "Show me more of the guy NOT THAT BLOODY SLUT!" when I'm watching porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ryan Adams ~ Wonderwall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-3693881091757722240?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/3693881091757722240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=3693881091757722240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3693881091757722240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3693881091757722240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-expected-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-7304976920588473226</id><published>2011-01-17T10:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:59:14.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some time away from everything. Well, not everything per se. Hall and studies remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall because the ppl here are those dat I've lived and learned with for the past 4 years. If I'd actually achieved any growing up during this part of my life, it's with these peeps. They may not noe me as intimately as others do, but they noe me for the person I am on a day to day basis. Not too much, not too little. The precise distance in friends that I require right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies because it's an easy target to be used as a focus in life. It's my very last semester. There's no going back. I'm thankful to have such an empty timetable in my last semester. Gives me room to insert things and activities. I wanna try things I haven tried for the past 4 years of my life in NUS. I wanna hold down a part-time job while studying and understand what it feels like. I wanna give my remaining modules wadever ethusiasm that's left in me and see where that leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also wanna start exercising regularly. Thank god for gym-freaks along my corridor. They're gonna be my personal trainers since I am as familiar with a gym as I am with a tampon. Jogging's fun only if you have an ipod, which I do. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interim presentation was concluded today. I wanted to put up a smiley face and just present the whole damn thing, regardless of whether or not I had the reasons to smile in the first place. Managed to do dat when I met my prof in the morning. Nearly failed at the presentation itself because Madeleine who went before me apparently did pretty well. Talk about being influenced by your surroundings. But still, smile on my face, an awfully cheerful voice, with an oddly sequenced powerpoint slides, and before I know it the whole affair was done. Questions were answered as best as I could, and for sure I knew I could do much better, but at least both professors looked satisfied. I can't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I dunno what I'm becoming. Still, thankful for frens who seem to always be there. I didn't realize that I've started to be so dependent on my friends. Not for their help. But merely for their presence. I used to be able to survive so well alone. I wonder what changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure someone among the ones reading this blog can appreciate the lyrics of this song quite well. I can only wish you all the best in your relationship/s, cos god knows I haven been in one myself. Go for one that last. Someone you can cuddle with 10 years down the road and not feel awkward. That's the best advice I can give you. Right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHciwrfQQpU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHciwrfQQpU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele ~ Someone Like You&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/14791275-7304976920588473226?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/7304976920588473226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=7304976920588473226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7304976920588473226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7304976920588473226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/01/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-2320284778664076070</id><published>2011-01-16T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:06:48.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I so terrified of waking...?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhy_0Pxc4bA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhy_0Pxc4bA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hates the waking world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2320284778664076070?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2320284778664076070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2320284778664076070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2320284778664076070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2320284778664076070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-am-i-so-terrified-of-waking.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-1097849713585868923</id><published>2011-01-16T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:39:31.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我不喜欢想太多。我不知道为什么。可能是因为在读书的时候，你会发现很多问题，你如果想太多，反而是多此一举。也或者，可能是我从小学到中学，已经花了太多时间和精力去想，终于挨到一个换换新环境的机会，没有任何压力，时时刻刻逼着你用脑力。又或者，可能我已经看透很多事情，也对很多事情心灰意冷了。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;总之，现在的我，很不喜欢想太多。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但是，身为一个即将从土木工程系毕业的学生， 想，毕竟还是唯一的生存之道。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我从来没想过，一个看似那么简单的决定，竟会让我沦落到这个地步。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;后悔，也似乎太迟了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就只能往前走了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;改变吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还是，继续天马行空，想象一个，能够不改变，却也不至于原地踏步的世界。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;身边的人，都已经离我三千里了。我还在六年前的世界，继续原地踏步。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;怎么，现实，和我想象的，差了那么多呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哈，想要世界为我而改变，还真是天方夜谭。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我真的觉得，是时候了。不是为了赶上身边的朋友们，而是为了赶上，六年后原本的自己。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;改变吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-1097849713585868923?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/1097849713585868923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=1097849713585868923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1097849713585868923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1097849713585868923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-1428477459020127486</id><published>2011-01-15T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:10:20.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd post in a year! Woohoo I'm on a roll!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wadever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun really noe wad I'm doing right now. As in, I dunno what I'm working for right now, if I'm even "working".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be bothered with my studies. I can't be bothered with finding a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun have a concrete idea of what my strengths and weaknesses are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun really noe where my passion lies (in things that count and matter).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do noe that I have a fucked up attitude in life atm. Which sucks. Big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to recall what and when brought me to this threshold, but nth's coming up. It just seem so....natural and...expected? Like it was meant to be for me to come to this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe sth huge will happen that will cause sum drastic changes in my lives, like it always does in the movies. Maybe I'll fail my FYP. Maybe I wun be able to get a job despite applying for tonnes. Maybe that lump on my head will turn out to be a malicious tumor afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wadever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Yingxia, Li Yun and Guna ytd night. Pancakes at (where else) Strictly Pancakes and a jug of lime margarita at Cafe Iguana (with free nachos to boot! Check in with 4square and leave a tip, den show it to the manager and you can exchange for a plate of small nachos that normally cost S$20! Awesome or what! They have similar specials at Brewerkz as well). Goofed around all night long on topics like dildos, the 2 typical classes in gay relationships (in which Guna provided sum interesting insight, but dun get the wrong idea, he's as str8 as a ruler, to quote yingxia's words for li yun) and whether or not the cute waiter who served us at Cafe Iguana was gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record, both me and Guna said he was/is after his first visit to our table. The gals were appalled and intrigued with our speed at identifying a guy's sexuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By his 3rd visit, I was confirm chop slap chest sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By his 5th visit, I cudn't be bothered le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gals were partially convinced when he passed us the bill at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, I maintain. I have nothing against gays and les. Who noes, I might be attracted to a cute guy in the future. Or I might die a lonely loner death, all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returning to the topic, we weren't being mean or bitchy or anything when we were discussing abt the waiter. It was just something that came out due to the fact dat we were talking about the issue even before we got to Cafe Iguana. And it's not like I'm a gay x-ray or anything. It's just, most of my frens are guys. Plus I live in hall. Used to stay in a hostel. And attended an all-boys secondary school. It gets to the point where you're very familiar with how guys normally act and behave. It doesn't have to be something overly obvious. In fact, the signs are normally very very subtle body language. To both Guna and me, the waiter was like bam! wham! clear-as-the-sky obvious. The gals just didn't get it and cudn't understand. Maybe it's a guy thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'm pretty convinced that there is an increasing number of guys out there who behave just like everyone else but are either bi or gay. In fact, sumhow I'm pretty certain that MOST guys nowadays are bi. I dunno why. Just a gut feeling. My first visit to PLAY (and my 4th visit to a club, so far) didn't really help to reinforce this notion of mine, but I'm still pretty sold on it. Somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's tis singer that I find really good. A male singer, but I'm not quite sure how to categorize his genre of music. Emo country, perhaps. His name is Shane Mack. I stumbled across his songs when I was using the stumbleupon website (I'm serious), which, incidentally, is a cool website I like to go to whenever I'm bored. I found more of his songs on youtube (duh...), and apparently he sang the OST for a movie called "Shelter". I dun wan to say anything cos I dun wan to insert any pre-conceived ideas into your heads about the movie. I rather you just go watch it yourselves. I tink they still have it on youtube (search for "Shelter 1". it shud be the 1st link), albeit in parts. I like the sountrack, I like the movie, I like the story, I like the acting. Very non-stereotypical in all senses of the topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm still high over her music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lissie ~ When I'm Alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-1428477459020127486?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/1428477459020127486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=1428477459020127486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1428477459020127486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1428477459020127486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/01/2nd-post-in-year-woohoo-im-on-roll.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-2254881063744468368</id><published>2011-01-15T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T03:33:40.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've stopped blogging in like, what, a year...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For no particular reason. Just didn't feel like blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And to think I used to be able to blog on a daily basis. Jeez......wadever happened in my life back then that gave me things to write about...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Feeling kinda awkward right now. It's like you're meeting a fren whom you haven seen in a long long time, and after exchanging pleasantries, the two of you automatically slip into a awkward silence. And then you bade hasty goodbyes and poof! Nothing changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Which reminds me of my last blog post. Pleasantries = a few paragraphs of random ramblings. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;poof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Gone for a year or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Poof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nahhhhhhh............. If I bothered to start this post, I'll at least try to write something decent. Or indecent, if it's R21 content. Lol @ myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, what to talk about...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A brief intro...? Not like those who bothers to read this blog dun noe me well enuf, but in case you think I've changed over the years (or that one year when i was absent from this shitty site I call my blog).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 THINGS YOU DIDN'Y KNOW ABOUT ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;!!! (doing my best sarcastic Sheldon Cooper voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.) I am probably the most bo chap person you will ever come across in your life. Which leads me to items 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.) I am, at the moment, not really bothered by my weight, though I should be peeing in my pants with anxiety over it a long time ago. Somewhere in Primary 5 or 6 will be a good estimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3.) I am, honestly speaking, not really bothered with your private lives. Crudely speaking, I can care less about what you do in your life, so long as it doesn't disturb/bother me, and it doesn't cross certain lines (all of which are dictated by pure, simple COMMON SENSE) and it doesn't go against the law (at least the ones dat matter).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Simply put, I can't be bothered with what you do when I'm not around. I don't expect you to update me on every single thing that has happened to you after not seeing you for 2 months (or 2 weeks, for that matter), though I still insist on being updated on the occasional gossip. I dun care if you have had 5 girlfriends in the course of 3 weeks, or simply had none and survived solely with your right hand. I dun care if you failed a paper and had to retake it the next semester. I dun care if a girl rejected you and you're pissed. I dun care if you put on weight (you'll never out-weigh me anyway) and have to head to the gym twice as often. I dun care if you got into the dean's list. I dun care if you got drunk and was fisted by the bouncer at the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I listen. If you need someone to talk to, I'll listen. I'll add in a few comments here and there just so it doesn't seem like a one-man show, and I'll throw in a few weird sounds and awkward laughters to lighten the mood and divert your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But that's about all I'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;See item 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4.) I am not homophobic. See item 3. Then item 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5.) I style my hair an average of 5 times a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ok maybe 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6.) I've been cutting my hair a grand total of twice a year for the past 2 years. I have decided to stop the practice simply because I have a feeling my hair-stylist is getting pissed with my bo-chap-about-hair-length-and-make-him-cut-for-one-hour-very-not-worth-the-money-he's-earning attitude. He's the one holding a lethal object when I'm sitting in that dat chair looking like a homeless dork. That makes him King. So, his feelings matter (yours on the other hand, don't). As much as I bo chap a lot of things, I still chap my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7.) I am a socially-awkward creature. I dun like crowds. I dun like strangers. I have a fixed group of frens and have no intention of expanding them (most of the time). They're my comfort zone. My communication skills suck. And that's being gentle with the adjectives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I dun really noe how to comfort/advice/sympathize/empathize/console ppl. Not even my best frens. Most of the time it's because I simply do not have experience with what they're going through. So I end up making weird noises and awkward laughters to soothe the whole conversation over and divert their attention to some other issues. Works most of the time, but I'm pretty sure it's one of the reasons why even my bestest frens have reservations sharing intimate secrets with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Which brings me to item 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8.) I am a sucky fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Combining this with item 1, it simply means that I very often lack the initiative with frens. I hardly initiate meet-ups even when I haven seen my close frens in months. not because I dun care about them, but because I can't be bothered. If you ask me out, I'll go. But I can't be bothered to organize sth by myself. I dunno why. Prolly because I'm really such a fucked up slacker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Adding the fact that I give sucky advice (if any), it's a potent mix with the label "Sucky Friend: Stay Away".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9.) I like to see my friends happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Weird hor...? One moment say bo chap, one moment say sth else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But it's true. I like to do things for my frens. Have dinner with them. Or supper also can. Celebrate their birthdays for them. Prepare something elaborate for them (when I have the motivation). Cook for them. Bring them around when they visit me in JB. Etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I spend more time and effort on my frens than on my family members. Sad but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10.) I dun really have a huge appetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Most of my close frens noe I can't really eat much at one go. I get full very easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The only reason why I'm fat is because I dun exercise and I eat constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11.) I am very open-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seriously. Note the word VERY. I am not exaggerating. I can be extremely open-minded when I want to, and I'm already very open-minded most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12.) I used to be a Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My guitar club friend back in JC got me to attend a mass at City Harvest church when she saw me starring at some pamphlets from it. I didn't reject her invitation though I was reluctant (see item 13) and somehow, by the 2nd visit, I was sorta a Christian already (they had this ceremony thingy with a foreign pastor doing sum blessing shit on non-christians at that particular mass and ppl were wailing and fainting all over the place when he put his hand on their fore-heads...seriously, more drama-mama than drag queens). Went for one cell group session and back-slided after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Obviously religion isn't gonna be my thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have a lot of issues with religions. Somehow most of my issues are with Christianity (note the capital C....showing sum respect here at least teehee) cos they're prolly one of the biggest, most organized (not necessarily in a good way) and most commercialized religion out there, but overall, it's just not something for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Simply put, I find having to bow down to one god similar to kow towing to a tyrant overlord. Giving that one entity credits to EVERYTHING in my life...jeez, thanks but no thanks. I'll risk hell for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13.) I dunno how to say no most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am very thin-skinned (laugh at that as much as you want...skin and fat are separate things blek). And I absolutely abhor awkward situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And saying No seems to almost always produce an awkward situation. So I almost always say yes and agree to things I am reluctant to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sucks but I haven seem to be able to overcome this short-coming even after all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14.) I have this weird sense of confidence buried deep within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's probably the result from all the mugging I did back in Secondary School. I used to be able to mug all day long without sweating it. And so my results were almost always very good. So even if I noe I can no longer produce such results right now, I have this confidence in me telling me that everything will turn out fine eventually, even if I had just begun mugging tonight and my paper's tmr morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's prolly also due to the fact that I normally pick things up pretty fast, and I used to have rather good memorizing skills. And somehow, I've yet to be properly screwed by this "sense" of confidence. Frens hate me for it, cos I seem to do decently well for my papers and projects even without putting in much effort. But I do believe that I'll be truly and deservingly fucked by this odd sense of confidence one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15.) Under normal circumstances, I dun like shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;May it be clothes or gadgets. Cos I can't be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16.) Under normal circumstances, I love shopping for books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A book shop is most often the first shop I'll enter in a mall. It's where I feel most at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17.) I read my first Jeffrey Archer when I was in Sec 2. Too young to understand everything it says, but it was still an awesome read. I remember it was a book titled "The Fourth Estate". Brilliant book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18.) I love animals. And I love nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19.) I love all kinds of music. When I like a song, I play it on repeat mode in my ipod until I get sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20.) I wasn't in the family plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My mum was gonna abort me initially, but relented cos she thought I might be a daughter (I already have 2 elder brothers at that time). Prolly explains why I'm not the most macho and manly guy out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, 20 random and useless facts about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh.....can't help but to add one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21.) I really do not like alcohol. I drink for the sake of the company, and for the sake of being good company. Not for the drink. Never for the drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, 21 things about me! Voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am how random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lissie ~ In Sleep &lt;/i&gt;(This girl here is awesome. Go listen to her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2254881063744468368?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2254881063744468368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2254881063744468368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2254881063744468368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2254881063744468368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-stopped-blogging-in-like-what-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-5278817288376425838</id><published>2009-12-06T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:13:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ahahaha so my blog is dead....yeah.....well somehow I just didn't feel like updating it for a very long time, but then now that time is all I have, we'll just do some updating then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over, exchange applications are done. Visa has been approved, so I just need to stop by the Swedish Embassy soon for them to put the sticker thingy onto my passport. Flight tickets are booked so I just need to make the payment soon to get everything confirmed. Then it's just making preparations! I really can't imagine how cold it's gonna be because seriously, I'm already shivering in the mornings these days....and the temperature's only what, 24 degrees?! Great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those saying that I shouldn't be scared of the cold because of my immense layer of fat, well here's another fact for you: I think all my receptors are ABOVE the fat layers, so they're foinf FAT loads of good for keeping me warm zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintball 2 days ago in JB, wasn't as fun as I thought it would be cos the stupid mask kept fogging up....so I can hardly see shit.... Ended up shooting whatever that remotely resembles a person running or standing up...  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the company was great, and the food was great too! So all in all still a pretty awesome trip..! But I still dun get Sporean's fascination with JB lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun really know what I'm gonna do in this holidays.....hopefully I dun get bored to death...&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/14791275-5278817288376425838?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/5278817288376425838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=5278817288376425838&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5278817288376425838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5278817288376425838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahahaha-so-my-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-8814522819139096878</id><published>2009-08-16T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:49:18.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;As much as I've been saying this in all my recent few pathetic posts, I'll just say it again. I dun really blog much nowadays simply because life's as uninteresting as the jogging tracks are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term has started, and so hell has begun. 6 modules, 4 final papers. I shud be smiling, I know.. But not before I realised how work-intensive most of the modules are. This is one semester where I know FOR SURE I'll be doing a bit of reading and revision almost everyday, simply because doing otherwise is courting CAP-suicide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEP application still on-going, so my trip to Sweden is in fact still tentative... Need extra money if I intend to do some travelling when I'm there, but with my timetable not entirely confirmed yet, I dunno if sourcing for temp jobs is the smartest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mousehunt, Korean Music, Mythmonger. My 3 main fetishes in life right now. Not exactly the most attractive thing to be addicted to, but I'm sure there's worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bitch, so ride it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baek Ji Young ~ My Ear's Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8814522819139096878?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8814522819139096878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8814522819139096878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8814522819139096878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8814522819139096878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-much-as-ive-been-saying-this-in-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-6196229639101699081</id><published>2009-07-27T02:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:21:26.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So this has been a super long overdue post, but then again I've been too addicted to Mousehunt and Mythmonger lately......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the JB Food Trip took place. I wud have prefered it to stretch over more than just 1 day but then having a common free time is somehow almost impossible even during the holidays... Hmmmm......... Never mind that just yet... And so, Arvin, Xinyi and Kah Sing came down to pay me (or rather, the food) a visit. Arvin drove in, which made things easier for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First visit was to Ah Kun Guo Tiao since Xinyi has been raving about their fishcake ever since JC lol.... I like it too plus I haven been there for a very long time ever since I moved into the new house. Everything still tastes the same, which is good  :)  And I dun really think anyone can ever get enough of the fishcake lar  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykKqOotGI/AAAAAAAABjA/yww2AMU3neM/s1600-h/5840_111873426751_695666751_2665587_3519018_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykKqOotGI/AAAAAAAABjA/yww2AMU3neM/s400/5840_111873426751_695666751_2665587_3519018_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362841759332742242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykK1R6IPI/AAAAAAAABjI/VQ0TbZDrUJk/s1600-h/5840_111873386751_695666751_2665581_7272500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykK1R6IPI/AAAAAAAABjI/VQ0TbZDrUJk/s400/5840_111873386751_695666751_2665581_7272500_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362841762299257074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykLKHMh7I/AAAAAAAABjQ/hfPT6S41jK8/s1600-h/5840_111873396751_695666751_2665583_219766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykLKHMh7I/AAAAAAAABjQ/hfPT6S41jK8/s400/5840_111873396751_695666751_2665583_219766_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362841767891470258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykLT4yO7I/AAAAAAAABjY/7jokkKJlwWs/s1600-h/5840_111873416751_695666751_2665585_7829151_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykLT4yO7I/AAAAAAAABjY/7jokkKJlwWs/s400/5840_111873416751_695666751_2665585_7829151_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362841770515381170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykLo0A6eI/AAAAAAAABjg/h2niHHdRI5c/s1600-h/5840_111873421751_695666751_2665586_6255072_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykLo0A6eI/AAAAAAAABjg/h2niHHdRI5c/s400/5840_111873421751_695666751_2665586_6255072_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362841776132516322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They (note: Kah Sing) wanted to eat as much as they can since it's just a day trip, so we didn't really eat a full meal at Ah Kun's. The Bak Kut Teh shop was just around the corner to Ah Kun's so that was where I brought them to next. I've always had Bak Kut Teh at this outlet even though there were a few around my area that were equally good. I like their Mei Chai the most out of all the places I've tried, but apparently I'm the only one who likes it.... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykjSkWptI/AAAAAAAABjo/gRLAGIy1hc8/s1600-h/5840_111873476751_695666751_2665594_2518311_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykjSkWptI/AAAAAAAABjo/gRLAGIy1hc8/s400/5840_111873476751_695666751_2665594_2518311_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842182478112466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smykj0UtsTI/AAAAAAAABjw/OXxrQzAxr5E/s1600-h/5840_111873436751_695666751_2665589_6684567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smykj0UtsTI/AAAAAAAABjw/OXxrQzAxr5E/s400/5840_111873436751_695666751_2665589_6684567_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842191539319090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykksxYERI/AAAAAAAABkA/Wl_A1qDhte4/s1600-h/5840_111873456751_695666751_2665592_6312991_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykksxYERI/AAAAAAAABkA/Wl_A1qDhte4/s400/5840_111873456751_695666751_2665592_6312991_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842206691922194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykkAn8O_I/AAAAAAAABj4/KZ7RDiQXSOg/s1600-h/5840_111873441751_695666751_2665590_2401006_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykkAn8O_I/AAAAAAAABj4/KZ7RDiQXSOg/s400/5840_111873441751_695666751_2665590_2401006_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842194841189362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 3rd stop for lunch (Note: We're STILL on lunch...) was the "very famous" Paper-Wrapped Chicken from Bamboo Restaurant. It's especially popular among Singaporeans who probably find the price justifiable but definitely not for the locals.... I admit their chicken is good but you can probably find equally nice paper-wrapped chickens at many other restaurants nowadays.... It's kinda like the curry-in-bread fad.... Other restaurants catch up easily and before you know it, everyone produces about the same stuff. Anyway, we ordered a Prawn Omellete as well if I'm not mistaken. It was really really REALLY a lot of food just for lunch......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smykk1G0_GI/AAAAAAAABkI/vzMjJUDCHfY/s1600-h/5840_111873491751_695666751_2665596_1038586_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smykk1G0_GI/AAAAAAAABkI/vzMjJUDCHfY/s400/5840_111873491751_695666751_2665596_1038586_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842208929381474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyk8VV1OFI/AAAAAAAABkQ/zx3XTurJuvQ/s1600-h/5840_111873496751_695666751_2665597_1521093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyk8VV1OFI/AAAAAAAABkQ/zx3XTurJuvQ/s400/5840_111873496751_695666751_2665597_1521093_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842612719237202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyk8srJZjI/AAAAAAAABkY/eH6pDduqA44/s1600-h/5840_111873501751_695666751_2665598_7722430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyk8srJZjI/AAAAAAAABkY/eH6pDduqA44/s400/5840_111873501751_695666751_2665598_7722430_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842618982655538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyk8xuMkAI/AAAAAAAABkg/2q6bA4Cy35M/s1600-h/5840_111873511751_695666751_2665600_3099213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyk8xuMkAI/AAAAAAAABkg/2q6bA4Cy35M/s400/5840_111873511751_695666751_2665600_3099213_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842620337623042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyk9eQ0LdI/AAAAAAAABkw/QlmBfQYbkFg/s1600-h/5840_111873521751_695666751_2665602_4301330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyk9eQ0LdI/AAAAAAAABkw/QlmBfQYbkFg/s400/5840_111873521751_695666751_2665602_4301330_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842632293985746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyk9JBcqvI/AAAAAAAABko/jFls_K5_J0g/s1600-h/5840_111873516751_695666751_2665601_6160705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyk9JBcqvI/AAAAAAAABko/jFls_K5_J0g/s400/5840_111873516751_695666751_2665601_6160705_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842626592385778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed for Ice Kacang after that and of course, there's only one place I wud bring them. I dun really know if their standard has deteriorated over the years even though I've been eating their Ice Kacang since kindergarden, but I do realize that after not having it for such a long time, it tasted REALLY good!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylYUynXYI/AAAAAAAABk4/pxmWiOSK09g/s1600-h/5840_111873541751_695666751_2665606_2102200_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylYUynXYI/AAAAAAAABk4/pxmWiOSK09g/s400/5840_111873541751_695666751_2665606_2102200_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843093607865730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylYeLIKAI/AAAAAAAABlA/JN1ig_TC2Zc/s1600-h/5840_111873546751_695666751_2665607_7805016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylYeLIKAI/AAAAAAAABlA/JN1ig_TC2Zc/s400/5840_111873546751_695666751_2665607_7805016_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843096126597122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylYl06s3I/AAAAAAAABlI/KhA-noW4JGo/s1600-h/5840_111873536751_695666751_2665605_7778252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylYl06s3I/AAAAAAAABlI/KhA-noW4JGo/s400/5840_111873536751_695666751_2665605_7778252_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843098180924274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought them to AEON Tebrau City (Jusco) after that for some shopping and some much-needed walking to digest the food.... But in the end we stopped by Secret Recipe for MORE food...!!! Had some cakes while Arvin and Kah Sing shared a bowl of Tom-Yam noodles as extra!! Monsters I tell you.... Monsters..!!!     o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylY0ZTw9I/AAAAAAAABlQ/K7ozI8oQP9o/s1600-h/5840_111873561751_695666751_2665609_1618025_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylY0ZTw9I/AAAAAAAABlQ/K7ozI8oQP9o/s400/5840_111873561751_695666751_2665609_1618025_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843102091658194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylkB_ACnI/AAAAAAAABlg/z833wkqB4Ec/s1600-h/5840_111873571751_695666751_2665611_5771355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylkB_ACnI/AAAAAAAABlg/z833wkqB4Ec/s400/5840_111873571751_695666751_2665611_5771355_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843294717971058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylZDSDw8I/AAAAAAAABlY/MP7Eck3unYI/s1600-h/5840_111873551751_695666751_2665608_8346343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylZDSDw8I/AAAAAAAABlY/MP7Eck3unYI/s400/5840_111873551751_695666751_2665608_8346343_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843106087781314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally for dinner, we initially had some plans for it. Brought them to Peking Restaurant at Taman Sentosa since I felt like eating the Kou Rou Bao, and I still like it a lot. Ordered half a Pecking Duck too since it was supposedly their specialty but it was not as good as I expected it to be... Also ordered the Sambal Potatoe Leaves which is absolutely my all-time favourite vegetable EVER... Plus a Hot-Plate Tofu too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylkQqVXPI/AAAAAAAABlo/FgWbNKKosJM/s1600-h/5840_111873626751_695666751_2665617_4988959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylkQqVXPI/AAAAAAAABlo/FgWbNKKosJM/s400/5840_111873626751_695666751_2665617_4988959_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843298657819890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylkoDar1I/AAAAAAAABlw/GPuGq8N3sPU/s1600-h/5840_111873601751_695666751_2665615_4372851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmylkoDar1I/AAAAAAAABlw/GPuGq8N3sPU/s400/5840_111873601751_695666751_2665615_4372851_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843304937041746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smylk2k-dUI/AAAAAAAABl4/kRtimdIU-e0/s1600-h/5840_111873596751_695666751_2665614_8231688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smylk2k-dUI/AAAAAAAABl4/kRtimdIU-e0/s400/5840_111873596751_695666751_2665614_8231688_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843308835894594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmyllLDGmCI/AAAAAAAABmA/MJqpcadKvzE/s1600-h/5840_111873616751_695666751_2665616_406858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmyllLDGmCI/AAAAAAAABmA/MJqpcadKvzE/s400/5840_111873616751_695666751_2665616_406858_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843314330966050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyl0dgTLZI/AAAAAAAABmY/ngWpBvmY2VI/s1600-h/5840_111873666751_695666751_2665624_3227504_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyl0dgTLZI/AAAAAAAABmY/ngWpBvmY2VI/s400/5840_111873666751_695666751_2665624_3227504_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843576983301522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smylzr04KVI/AAAAAAAABmI/AWFwHYiQM2c/s1600-h/5840_111873651751_695666751_2665621_7893655_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smylzr04KVI/AAAAAAAABmI/AWFwHYiQM2c/s400/5840_111873651751_695666751_2665621_7893655_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843563647838546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyl0Pkv8YI/AAAAAAAABmQ/UgbyZKSJJ7A/s1600-h/5840_111873661751_695666751_2665623_403716_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyl0Pkv8YI/AAAAAAAABmQ/UgbyZKSJJ7A/s400/5840_111873661751_695666751_2665623_403716_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843573243867522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Sing wanted to try the road-side stalls but I was lazy to find a parking and I hated the hot weather too... Initially wanted to try out Lok-Lok which Arvin said he just had a few days ago but the van was not operating that night... That tried to go to another coffeeshop which Arvin says sells nice chicken wings but it was closed.... So in the end I brought them back for Ikan Bakar, the same place we brought my dad's uni frens too when they came down for a food trip about a month ago. It was good, though I still find their sambal to be too hot for my liking. But I lurve their deep-fried baby crab dish!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyl0pjnTnI/AAAAAAAABmg/f49XANeaSAg/s1600-h/5840_111873676751_695666751_2665626_1514120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyl0pjnTnI/AAAAAAAABmg/f49XANeaSAg/s400/5840_111873676751_695666751_2665626_1514120_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843580218429042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymCmEARoI/AAAAAAAABnA/1VO4yciaors/s1600-h/5840_111873706751_695666751_2665630_3026186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymCmEARoI/AAAAAAAABnA/1VO4yciaors/s400/5840_111873706751_695666751_2665630_3026186_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843819798709890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymC9-JWyI/AAAAAAAABnI/bv5kRuEedkY/s1600-h/5840_111873716751_695666751_2665632_6369974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymC9-JWyI/AAAAAAAABnI/bv5kRuEedkY/s400/5840_111873716751_695666751_2665632_6369974_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843826216590114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymDPYy4fI/AAAAAAAABnQ/PmTFwcmUULE/s1600-h/5840_111873726751_695666751_2665633_7125086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymDPYy4fI/AAAAAAAABnQ/PmTFwcmUULE/s400/5840_111873726751_695666751_2665633_7125086_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843830891766258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyl06QrvII/AAAAAAAABmo/oCt9EfuxMO8/s1600-h/5840_111873681751_695666751_2665627_3038302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smyl06QrvII/AAAAAAAABmo/oCt9EfuxMO8/s400/5840_111873681751_695666751_2665627_3038302_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843584702430338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymCQxmh-I/AAAAAAAABm4/BDEog9W4WUc/s1600-h/5840_111873701751_695666751_2665629_7998934_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymCQxmh-I/AAAAAAAABm4/BDEog9W4WUc/s400/5840_111873701751_695666751_2665629_7998934_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843814084380642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymCNRQqSI/AAAAAAAABmw/KwpX3STB7bo/s1600-h/5840_111873691751_695666751_2665628_4628750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymCNRQqSI/AAAAAAAABmw/KwpX3STB7bo/s400/5840_111873691751_695666751_2665628_4628750_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843813143423266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymqLVf7dI/AAAAAAAABoQ/c5gmc4-O820/s1600-h/5840_111873856751_695666751_2665653_425436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymqLVf7dI/AAAAAAAABoQ/c5gmc4-O820/s400/5840_111873856751_695666751_2665653_425436_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362844499819097554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smymp0RVC1I/AAAAAAAABoI/bWDMUwY7tAM/s1600-h/5840_111873861751_695666751_2665654_1838007_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Smymp0RVC1I/AAAAAAAABoI/bWDMUwY7tAM/s400/5840_111873861751_695666751_2665654_1838007_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362844493627591506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmympjH2h2I/AAAAAAAABoA/TkXpc9fV1hI/s1600-h/5840_111873846751_695666751_2665651_6559482_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmympjH2h2I/AAAAAAAABoA/TkXpc9fV1hI/s400/5840_111873846751_695666751_2665651_6559482_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362844489024440162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymWuxBu8I/AAAAAAAABn4/GK6pCe5lBog/s1600-h/5840_111873836751_695666751_2665650_4837834_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymWuxBu8I/AAAAAAAABn4/GK6pCe5lBog/s400/5840_111873836751_695666751_2665650_4837834_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362844165732416450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymWVwyxyI/AAAAAAAABnw/cC0JaFg19mI/s1600-h/5840_111873831751_695666751_2665649_957804_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymWVwyxyI/AAAAAAAABnw/cC0JaFg19mI/s400/5840_111873831751_695666751_2665649_957804_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362844159020549922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymWB86-kI/AAAAAAAABno/VQcLo2Tv9mE/s1600-h/5840_111873816751_695666751_2665647_390947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymWB86-kI/AAAAAAAABno/VQcLo2Tv9mE/s400/5840_111873816751_695666751_2665647_390947_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362844153702709826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymVyoWmKI/AAAAAAAABng/bAO2ZuhRVl0/s1600-h/5840_111873766751_695666751_2665640_6671161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymVyoWmKI/AAAAAAAABng/bAO2ZuhRVl0/s400/5840_111873766751_695666751_2665640_6671161_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362844149589907618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymVpKZ71I/AAAAAAAABnY/jROo0sme2gQ/s1600-h/5840_111873761751_695666751_2665639_5287439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymVpKZ71I/AAAAAAAABnY/jROo0sme2gQ/s400/5840_111873761751_695666751_2665639_5287439_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362844147048378194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end all 3 of them spent the night at my house, and thus all the weird pictures taken... It has been a long time since I've had a sleepover and this is probably the 1st time anyone has had a sleepover at my house, but I enjoyed it a lot  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my favorite picture of the night  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymqQmpwnI/AAAAAAAABoY/r0p7ZjjqTQY/s1600-h/5840_111873851751_695666751_2665652_4806982_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmymqQmpwnI/AAAAAAAABoY/r0p7ZjjqTQY/s400/5840_111873851751_695666751_2665652_4806982_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362844501233222258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natasha Beddingfield ~ Wild Horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-6196229639101699081?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6196229639101699081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6196229639101699081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6196229639101699081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6196229639101699081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-this-has-been-super-long-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/SmykKqOotGI/AAAAAAAABjA/yww2AMU3neM/s72-c/5840_111873426751_695666751_2665587_3519018_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-8132468608042820374</id><published>2009-07-13T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:53:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Good dinner by the 9th Tech Crew!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 4 generations of Tech Crew members over there ytd nite, from the 6th all the way to the 9th  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice meeting up with everyone, and the dinner turned out to be better than I though it wud be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2zG1xMI/AAAAAAAABiw/icP-I5gudrw/s1600-h/6771_225099530345_598485345_7422270_3988195_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2zG1xMI/AAAAAAAABiw/icP-I5gudrw/s400/6771_225099530345_598485345_7422270_3988195_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786963165693122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2hRALjI/AAAAAAAABio/1NcRRzaJ584/s1600-h/6771_225099445345_598485345_7422256_4442669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2hRALjI/AAAAAAAABio/1NcRRzaJ584/s400/6771_225099445345_598485345_7422256_4442669_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786958376480306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2VEhLmI/AAAAAAAABig/wv-_jYDxkPc/s1600-h/6771_225099430345_598485345_7422253_1341368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2VEhLmI/AAAAAAAABig/wv-_jYDxkPc/s400/6771_225099430345_598485345_7422253_1341368_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786955102891618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2WDIELI/AAAAAAAABiY/q3YKJMH7GbI/s1600-h/6771_225099415345_598485345_7422250_76841_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2WDIELI/AAAAAAAABiY/q3YKJMH7GbI/s400/6771_225099415345_598485345_7422250_76841_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786955365486770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2DUAYcI/AAAAAAAABiQ/nS9nUZBl3lI/s1600-h/6771_225099080345_598485345_7422196_338604_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2DUAYcI/AAAAAAAABiQ/nS9nUZBl3lI/s400/6771_225099080345_598485345_7422196_338604_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786950336012738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlquiUAKRzI/AAAAAAAABiA/a0fWSbE4gqw/s1600-h/6771_225099075345_598485345_7422195_1146399_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlquiUAKRzI/AAAAAAAABiA/a0fWSbE4gqw/s400/6771_225099075345_598485345_7422195_1146399_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786611218794290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlquiJVMibI/AAAAAAAABh4/iSPt_C5yKNI/s1600-h/6771_225099065345_598485345_7422193_1669465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlquiJVMibI/AAAAAAAABh4/iSPt_C5yKNI/s400/6771_225099065345_598485345_7422193_1669465_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786608354232754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlquhlQU1kI/AAAAAAAABhw/_2_Eiia6xN8/s1600-h/6771_225098945345_598485345_7422174_4326029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlquhlQU1kI/AAAAAAAABhw/_2_Eiia6xN8/s400/6771_225098945345_598485345_7422174_4326029_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786598670128706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlquhTBab0I/AAAAAAAABho/MQyoMgwKzuo/s1600-h/6771_225098800345_598485345_7422152_1579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlquhTBab0I/AAAAAAAABho/MQyoMgwKzuo/s400/6771_225098800345_598485345_7422152_1579_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786593775742786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlquiouCJvI/AAAAAAAABiI/S5xAmjAa1nw/s1600-h/6771_225099575345_598485345_7422277_7959402_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlquiouCJvI/AAAAAAAABiI/S5xAmjAa1nw/s400/6771_225099575345_598485345_7422277_7959402_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786616779908850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu9r3G51I/AAAAAAAABi4/UjipHKCSKrw/s1600-h/6771_225099700345_598485345_7422300_6612663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu9r3G51I/AAAAAAAABi4/UjipHKCSKrw/s400/6771_225099700345_598485345_7422300_6612663_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787081479743314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hwayobi ~ Everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8132468608042820374?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8132468608042820374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8132468608042820374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8132468608042820374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8132468608042820374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-dinner-by-9th-tech-crew-we-had-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slqu2zG1xMI/AAAAAAAABiw/icP-I5gudrw/s72-c/6771_225099530345_598485345_7422270_3988195_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-8349556795738944040</id><published>2009-07-12T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:02:24.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wu Teng and Luo Hui, aka Papa and Mama's Commencement 2009  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the both of them!! Dun really know if I'll be around during next year's commencement since I'll be doing my exchange, but hopefully I'll be back by then to attend so many others'' commencement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with Park Hwayobi now... Omygod dat "girl" can really sing  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slmzo7BlmII/AAAAAAAABhY/9q0xGBOkLoo/s1600-h/5451_103330297218_542842218_2285302_4934751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slmzo7BlmII/AAAAAAAABhY/9q0xGBOkLoo/s400/5451_103330297218_542842218_2285302_4934751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357510747354404994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slmzo09F_OI/AAAAAAAABhQ/zQT8w4j40Do/s1600-h/5451_103330197218_542842218_2285285_6867227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slmzo09F_OI/AAAAAAAABhQ/zQT8w4j40Do/s400/5451_103330197218_542842218_2285285_6867227_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357510745724943586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlmzoQVQO5I/AAAAAAAABhI/4yUTAumhAUY/s1600-h/5451_103330077218_542842218_2285264_6858954_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlmzoQVQO5I/AAAAAAAABhI/4yUTAumhAUY/s400/5451_103330077218_542842218_2285264_6858954_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357510735894166418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlmzocatfTI/AAAAAAAABhA/eP7Bx5Py_9A/s1600-h/5451_103330097218_542842218_2285268_8164607_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlmzocatfTI/AAAAAAAABhA/eP7Bx5Py_9A/s400/5451_103330097218_542842218_2285268_8164607_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357510739138280754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlmzpO-hcYI/AAAAAAAABhg/vP0K7PEUyhM/s1600-h/5451_103330337218_542842218_2285310_5101561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlmzpO-hcYI/AAAAAAAABhg/vP0K7PEUyhM/s400/5451_103330337218_542842218_2285310_5101561_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357510752710259074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hwayobi ~ Something Like That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8349556795738944040?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8349556795738944040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8349556795738944040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8349556795738944040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8349556795738944040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/07/wu-teng-and-luo-hui-aka-papa-and-mamas.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/Slmzo7BlmII/AAAAAAAABhY/9q0xGBOkLoo/s72-c/5451_103330297218_542842218_2285302_4934751_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-2623695379697428947</id><published>2009-07-09T14:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:18:34.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's been quite sum time since I last posted anything, but then again there wasn't much to talk abt anyway. Either that or I'm just too lazy, tho unlike some of my more unlucky frens, I'm really really free right now lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd visit to Redang Island with the 9th Tech Crew, and less than a wekk later, I was back with my cousins from Australia. So 3 visits in all so far, and I've stayed at all 3 resorts on that stretch of beach: Redang Reef Resort, Redang Beach Resort and finally, Laguna Beach Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my 1st time taking a plane back from Redang too. We took Berjaya Air from Redang to Seletar Airport in Singapore, and the journey was pretty short, only about 1 and a half hours in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWtaGEkTmI/AAAAAAAABg4/TpGMUQ7ZDW4/s1600-h/DSCN1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWtaGEkTmI/AAAAAAAABg4/TpGMUQ7ZDW4/s400/DSCN1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356377995645046370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky view of Spore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWtZlojVYI/AAAAAAAABgw/qBXa7APFGY0/s1600-h/DSCN1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWtZlojVYI/AAAAAAAABgw/qBXa7APFGY0/s400/DSCN1066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356377986937607554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky view of Kuala Terengganu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWtZUzZ4II/AAAAAAAABgo/zwbIuCiJ9Uo/s1600-h/05-07-09_1632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWtZUzZ4II/AAAAAAAABgo/zwbIuCiJ9Uo/s400/05-07-09_1632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356377982419722370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWtY3HJ7kI/AAAAAAAABgg/ViecJ94MOjA/s1600-h/05-07-09_1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWtY3HJ7kI/AAAAAAAABgg/ViecJ94MOjA/s400/05-07-09_1629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356377974449499714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWmbfpRw1I/AAAAAAAABgY/_QECJirw2b0/s1600-h/05-07-09_1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWmbfpRw1I/AAAAAAAABgY/_QECJirw2b0/s400/05-07-09_1106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356370323108381522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWmbEre-fI/AAAAAAAABgQ/rau4vOVQreY/s1600-h/05-07-09_1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWmbEre-fI/AAAAAAAABgQ/rau4vOVQreY/s400/05-07-09_1101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356370315869878770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWma8puNuI/AAAAAAAABgI/rNLj5WXtw3A/s1600-h/05-07-09_1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWma8puNuI/AAAAAAAABgI/rNLj5WXtw3A/s400/05-07-09_1056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356370313715005154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWmarTOLDI/AAAAAAAABgA/jZmI0j9MEDA/s1600-h/DSCN1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWmarTOLDI/AAAAAAAABgA/jZmI0j9MEDA/s400/DSCN1054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356370309057227826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWmadmNFxI/AAAAAAAABf4/DKSpN9qnsFg/s1600-h/DSCN1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWmadmNFxI/AAAAAAAABf4/DKSpN9qnsFg/s400/DSCN1035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356370305378752274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWi6krz22I/AAAAAAAABfw/9i7uMYZwGrM/s1600-h/DSCN1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWi6krz22I/AAAAAAAABfw/9i7uMYZwGrM/s400/DSCN1022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356366458990615394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWi6dwB-NI/AAAAAAAABfo/DbcQECBvUQw/s1600-h/DSCN1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWi6dwB-NI/AAAAAAAABfo/DbcQECBvUQw/s400/DSCN1018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356366457129269458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWi58w-JGI/AAAAAAAABfg/G8dhFhCIaIE/s1600-h/DSCN1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWi58w-JGI/AAAAAAAABfg/G8dhFhCIaIE/s400/DSCN1010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356366448274842722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWi5RNR8jI/AAAAAAAABfY/_uusjfXbJhs/s1600-h/DSCN1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWi5RNR8jI/AAAAAAAABfY/_uusjfXbJhs/s400/DSCN1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356366436582421042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWi5O5eQKI/AAAAAAAABfQ/O9-wHtI4ncM/s1600-h/DSCN0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWi5O5eQKI/AAAAAAAABfQ/O9-wHtI4ncM/s400/DSCN0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356366435962470562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWZBSTlysI/AAAAAAAABfI/PpFj7eMvLrM/s1600-h/DSCN0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWZBSTlysI/AAAAAAAABfI/PpFj7eMvLrM/s400/DSCN0999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355579199998658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWZAzp9dUI/AAAAAAAABfA/uPmktt9UeiM/s1600-h/DSCN0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWZAzp9dUI/AAAAAAAABfA/uPmktt9UeiM/s400/DSCN0995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355570972325186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWZAkxb-rI/AAAAAAAABe4/Ycyk8skt_ws/s1600-h/DSCN0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWZAkxb-rI/AAAAAAAABe4/Ycyk8skt_ws/s400/DSCN0996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355566977153714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWZAC7m47I/AAAAAAAABew/9IRxmJBD8GQ/s1600-h/DSCN0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWZAC7m47I/AAAAAAAABew/9IRxmJBD8GQ/s400/DSCN0988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355557893006258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWY_7koCgI/AAAAAAAABeo/LB7SOkUjha4/s1600-h/DSCN0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWY_7koCgI/AAAAAAAABeo/LB7SOkUjha4/s400/DSCN0986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355555917564418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda lazy to put in captions for every single pic, but just in case you're wondering, the caucasian0looking gal is Su Yin (same age as me) and the caucasian-looking guy that appeared countless of times is Simon (2 years younger). They're my cousins, and my aunt is the one in green in the pic above. The other tall, big white guy is Shane, Su Yin's bf who came along with them and is absolutely hilarious.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I've had enuf of travelling by bus, esp when the journey takes you 8 to 10 hours.....  Moving back to hall very soon, and then term's gonna start in about 1 month's time. Gotta have to work really hard this semester for various reasons, so gampate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Big Bang ~ Gara Gara Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2623695379697428947?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2623695379697428947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2623695379697428947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2623695379697428947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2623695379697428947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-quite-sum-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/SlWtaGEkTmI/AAAAAAAABg4/TpGMUQ7ZDW4/s72-c/DSCN1071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-2309525697408197937</id><published>2009-06-23T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:42:07.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Karaoke session with Yuziang, Kian Siong and Xin Hui at Katong before an immensely satisfying dinner at Ajisen Ramen at Parkway Parade.... It has gotta be aeons since I've last been to PP......and surprisingly things haven really changed much. The best thing that happened to PP is that now they have Borders lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent entirely at the Zoo...! My 6th visit to the Spore Zoo, in fact. It was fun, spent with the 9th Tech Crew juniors, though the weather was hot as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted 3 teeth ytd....and surprisingly, it was so much more less painful than I imagined it to be... The dentist was prodding around with the needle initially cos he was finding it a hard time getting the anaesthetic intot he correct places... It felt like a series of pricks that hurt jus a little but I wasn't really bothered about that cos I absolutely wanted him to get a smuch anaesthetic in as possible to ensure that I wun feel much later on. Ohhh he did get an xray done prior to the "surgery" and i was finally able to see just what the problem was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that it was a whole series of drilling (I was wondering wad wud happen if he slipped and the drill went towards my lips instead.....o.O), jerking, plucking, heaving, and twisting while the nurses constantly suck out the saliva and blood.... Seriously, I felt only a bit of discomfort... I did whine a little at the beginning cos I didn't really noe to what extent did he mean by pain when he was asking me "Do you feel any pain?"....... But then later on I realised it was more of numbness and pressure rather than pain, so with my eyes shut tight, hands firmly pulling on my shorts, and 15 minutes later, voila! The blocking tooth was drilled into 4 pieces and extracted while the wisdom tooth took slightly less time to be taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the one on top. I did both bottom and top on the left first since those were bothering me the most... The top one was super fast. He just injected the anaesthetic, left it to work its magic for a few minutes, then with a firm grip and a quick twist, it was out in less than 20 seconds...! Super duper fast... He then proceeded to stitch up my lower gum and then it was over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The troublesome part about extracting wisdom tooth is always the aftermath..... Cos that's when the pain starts kicking in when the painkillers and anaesthecia wears off... And the constant bleeding that wun seem to stop and the annoying numbness.... The swelling only kicks in the next day, but that's where the pills come into the picture. Antibiotics, painkillers and an additional one for the swelling.... You can't really notice the swelling from the outside (or probably because my face is already "puffy" to begin with) but the swelling is EXTREMELY OBVIOUS when I looked at the mirror and opened my mouth. It's like the entire gum on the elft side of the cheek is one huge mass of.......gum. Super huge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, haven been eating much, so I'm freaking hungry right now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jewelry ~ Rally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2309525697408197937?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2309525697408197937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2309525697408197937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2309525697408197937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2309525697408197937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/06/karaoke-session-with-yuziang-kian-siong.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-6367783005458101839</id><published>2009-06-17T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:45:30.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sjhwae2qjBI/AAAAAAAABeg/jFvbSpb-Aw4/s1600-h/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sjhwae2qjBI/AAAAAAAABeg/jFvbSpb-Aw4/s400/blood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348148157763718162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arghhhh......despite "knowing" that the movie was gonna be sucky, I still went ahead to watch it..... Cos, well.... I'm a sucker for science fiction stuff, especially when it features fighting scenes kung fu-style, or anything related to martial arts for that matter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the trailer was kinda good (as with MANY other movies which inevitably fall under the don't-pay-for-a-cinema-ticket-for-this-F-Grade-shit category...) and I "convinced" myself that maybe I'll like it even when others didn't.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh I was delusional, I'm sure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting was pretty ok....they built up the atmosphere quite well, plus I like how Gianna look in the movie. But then. when it sorta reached this climax featuring the longest fighting scene in the entire movie, where Saya (the vampire slayer - Gianna) was fighting all those "demons" who simply look like a bunch of ppl going for a halloween party, I was going "WTF??!!" THROUGHOUT the entire scene...... I mean, really....WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they had the balls to employ the same person who choreographed the fighting scenes in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon...... I mean, that blurdy fighting scene was barely WATCHABLE.... It was simply HACK.SLASH.HACK.SLASH.FUGLY-LOOKING BLOOD SPURTING OUT.HACK.SLASH.HACK.SLASH............ Plus their continual use of fast-forwarding and slow-motion annoys the heck out of me.... The minute you wanna pay attention to the fighting style, they go fast forward.... Then slow mo when blood spurts out.... Repeat that for about 10 to 15 minutes and you see what I mean when I say that scene ANNOYED THE HECK OUT OF ME.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually prefered the fighting scene between Kato (the shifu) and the bad guys.... It reminded me SLIGHTLY of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.... Or the other movie featuring Andy Lau, Takeshiro (ahhh wad's his full name.... I can only remember the chinese one... Jing Cheng Wu) and Zhang Ziyi... I think the movie's called Flying Daggers or sth liddat..... The chinese name for that movie is Shi Mian Mai Fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that ranting, I haven even gotten to the worst part.... Their fully transformed "demons" look more like the offspring between a hobbit and a lycan (from the Underworld series) with wings rather than proper demons, which was supposed to be integral for the movie, isn't it...? I mean, the whole movie was about fighting demons, AND YOU CAN'T EVEN MAKE SURE YOU GET THEM RIGHT???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#%@&amp;amp;$*$^@#*$%@!&amp;amp;$#%@*@$^%@&amp;amp;!@^%#*@!^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the japanese actress acting as Onigen though... She acts her part well, but her english is atrocious..... I dun understand why they can't just let her speak in Japanese and put in subtitles..... She IS Japanese afterall...... Gianaa's korean, but her first few speeches at the beginning was perfectly alright. But towards the end, the funny accent starts showing, but I'm not faulting her on that since it's never gonna be easy pronuncing a foreign language perfectly when you've only been learning it for a while..... I had the same experience with French....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the movie was pretty crappy.... I was already having the gut feeling about the "revelation" that came through at the end of the movie after barely sitting thru a quarter of it.... So there were really NO SURPRISES left... Couple that with EXTREMELY crappy CGI and sucky fighting scenes...... Ahhhhhhhh well you get what I mean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun still cos I met up with Eugene, Bih Guok and Wong at Citysquare for lunch before the movie. And producing my NUS matric card got me the student price for the ticket too so it was only a RM6 crappy affair at the cinemas, which doesn't hurt as much as compared to if I were to watch it in Spore...  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag Me To Hell is next!!!  Then Transformers, then Harry Potter, then.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lee Soo Young ~ Whistle To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-6367783005458101839?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6367783005458101839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6367783005458101839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6367783005458101839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6367783005458101839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/06/arghhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sjhwae2qjBI/AAAAAAAABeg/jFvbSpb-Aw4/s72-c/blood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-8701586838159918600</id><published>2009-06-15T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:56:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The first Korean singer I fell in love with was Lena Park. She happened to be promoting her 4th album in Singapore at that time and appeared on a variety show on channel 8. Well, it was not entirely a coincidence that I was watching that show on that night itself...cos her album was advertised on channel 8 too and I was very impressed with her songs. Her live performance on dat show was equally breathtaking, and that 4th album of hers remains to be one of my all time fav albums ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been listening to A LOT of K Pop, and I really mean A LOT.... Cos there really isn't dat many new songs coming out from the english or chinese music industry, and I'm kinda bored with wadever songs I already have in my collection, all 16 GB of them... So, since I was watching Boys Over Flowers and really enjoyed one of the songs in dat series, I started to pay more attention to Korean songs instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were/are many bands from the Korean music industry... You've probably heard of the Wondergirls by now, with their addictive and widespread "Nobody" parodied/emulated all over youtube. FYI, they're releasing an english version of dat song soon I think.... They're preparing to enter the US market like BoA and Se7en did...tho I dun see much success from the both of them.... Hopefully they'll do better... Then there are bands dat are huge in Asia like DBSK, Big Bang and Super Junior...and newers ones like SHINee, 2NE1, Girls Generation, After School, 2AM, 2PM, KARA, and the upcoming 4Minute.... So many bands.... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I came across this Korean singer one day and was totally blown away.... She's a renowned singer in Korea known for her love ballads, and I just can't stop listening to her songs..!!! I mean, her voice is unique like Lena Park's, but she has this way of singing that reminds me of old old chinese songs lol....but in a VERY good way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seldom appears in her MVs, and most of her MVs tell a sad love story - typical korean drama type, yes I know....but who cares? Her voice alone is enough to compensate for all other things found lacking with the MVs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh...... I am so in love with her voice right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lee Soo Young ~ Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8701586838159918600?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8701586838159918600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8701586838159918600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8701586838159918600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8701586838159918600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-korean-singer-i-fell-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-2326316802711760763</id><published>2009-06-09T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:09:48.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sushi Buffet at Miramax Hotel (I think...) near Chinatown. Finally met up with Jia Yi and Arlene after soooooooooooooooo long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffet was pretty good and I enjoyed it. Price was normal bah, pretty much the same as Hanabi. Kah Sing and Jia Yi had to leave slightly earlier cos of prior engagements, but for the rest of us, we stayed till 2.30pm when the shop closes. It was pretty much a catching up session coupled with loads of gossping as usual, but it was nice to be able to meet some of them after not seeing each other for so long.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Aga had to go too cos she wanted to buy shoes I think. Plus she just extracted her wisdom tooth (which only reminded me that I have yet to remove mine....) so she didn't really wanna go Kbox. Me Arlene and Ozy den headed off to Chinatown to search for Partyworld and ended up singing frm 3 till 7pm...... Damn long never sing le.... It was fun :D  Especially when Arlene and Ozy started singing a Hindi song at the end.....!!! I think I'll upload the videos soon  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my results for the module mapping of my exchange trip. Good news is 4 out of 5 modules were approved. So for the only one dat didn't get thru, I need to submit another form to get it approved.... And dat blurdy senior I emailed din bother to reply me... Knn.... But anyway, even if I'm only gonna do 4 mods there, I'm happy le. I'll try to get the last one approved too but we'll see how things go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Si5qQB6rQyI/AAAAAAAABeY/XbakX_DYuz0/s1600-h/4739_1165476300346_1331054987_30448022_234971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Si5qQB6rQyI/AAAAAAAABeY/XbakX_DYuz0/s400/4739_1165476300346_1331054987_30448022_234971_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345326631360348962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dunno why my hair looks so shitty.... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah Mclachlan ~ Fallen&lt;/span&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/14791275-2326316802711760763?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2326316802711760763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2326316802711760763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2326316802711760763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2326316802711760763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/06/sushi-buffet-at-miramax-hotel-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/Si5qQB6rQyI/AAAAAAAABeY/XbakX_DYuz0/s72-c/4739_1165476300346_1331054987_30448022_234971_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-333590054802411724</id><published>2009-06-07T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:34:33.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;How do you maintain so many friendships...? I mean, thruout the course of your life, you're bound to come across many MANY frens....but then just like how you meet so many of them, you're bound to end up missing a lot of them as you proceed on with your life... You're bound to start a new routine after passing thru different phases of your life and end up not being in close proximity with em like before... And by then, the only strand of thread left to support your friendship is the amount of time and effort you are willing to put into maintaining it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, a bit difficult lar... Cos whenever there's a holiday, I have to come back to JB, but most of my frens are in Singapore. Couple dat wif the fact dat I hate travelling thru the custom and causeways because of the hassle and you get the idea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneway, this may seem very familiar, but once in a while you receive an sms/msn from a fren whom you haven spoken to in a very long time, not because you were too busy but mainly because you weren't that close to him/her in the first place or you may not like him/her very much right from the beginning.... And just when you start having this sinking feeling that he/her is just contacting you for help, their 2nd or 3rd sentence will normally prove you correct....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not very fulfilling right now... I dunno what I want, or what I wanna do... And the things I do know I want, I dun have enuf determination to see it thru, esp when I like to the results in the shortest time possible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Gaga ~ Money Honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-333590054802411724?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/333590054802411724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=333590054802411724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/333590054802411724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/333590054802411724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-maintain-so-many-friendships.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-5047023161260988037</id><published>2009-06-06T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:43:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday 2 to 4pm badminton with Xiao J, Aga, Zhi Yong and Mathias. Before that, I met up with Mathias to visit his new house 1st and it was so much bigger than I tot!! Especially looking from the outside, you wud have imagined it was just a terrace but it was in fact a semi-d with lots of space to boot! Badminton was fun but omygodly sauna-ish hot..... Took a 1 hour and 40 minute bus ride back from tampines all the way to kent ridge terminal and then str8 away switched bus to meet Dennis, Mag and Anthony at Botak Jones for dinner...and sadly, it appears that I failed to learn from past experiences when I naively ordered fish and chips LARGE..... I ended up finishing only 1 piece of fish and half the fries......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it was back to hall with a quick shower and then Rachel came and pick me up for a supper rendezvous. We met up with Christopher and James at TCC (Orchard) and it was a fun nite of idle chatting and ample gossiping, though the only thing that ruined the almost perfect nite was the bloody weather.... After idling for almost 2 hours, we were debating where to go next tho I was yawning away cos it's been such a long day for me... We ended up eating tau huey at Seligi before I took a cab back to hall. Dennis was so nice to offer me his bed while he slept on the floor lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came and it was room allocation....and it was so much more complicated cos of various reasons.... In the end, the group of us managed to all get rooms at A3 so there'll be ample company nex sem onwards!!! Sadly sum of the final year seniors who have been staying at A1 all these years cudn't get back their rooms since all of a sudden, many other Year 2 and 3 seniors decided to move to block A and thus the senior quota was filled very quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneway, it was a nice lunch at Thai Express at WCP with Ming Jun, Ashwin, Wei Cheng, Dennis, Mag, Steve and Chuang Ning after room allo. Then MJ was kind enuf to send me to Clementi MRT before I underwent the arduos journey of returning to JB....the queue at the custom for the buses were sickeningly frightening.....but sumhow I managed to cut queue which saved me like an extra 45 minutes jus to wait for the buses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are still a long stretch more to go...let's hope I survive the whole thing    o.O&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/14791275-5047023161260988037?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/5047023161260988037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=5047023161260988037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5047023161260988037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5047023161260988037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-2-to-4pm-badminton-with-xiao-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-6626266454529938879</id><published>2009-06-04T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:56:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Finally completed my module mapping for my exchange trip, and the whole process was freaking frustrating.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, the website for Lund University comes in both English and Swedish, but some pages are only available in Swedish, so I have absolutely no idea what the content on those pages are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, the modules available for Semester 2 that can be mapped to my core modules at NUS are like SEVERELY limited.... Semester 1 has so many more options!! Plus the worse is I can't just use whatever past seniors have mapped cos some modules dun seem to be available anymore!! And those that are left just HAPPENED to be Master's modules...... Ughhh...... How am I supposed to cope...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rdly, I dun really noe if I shud map all core modules over or try and balance things out wif sum UEMs (Unrestricted Elective Modules).... Cos UEM can slack a bit...but core mods you absolutely need to make sure you passed..... In the end, I mapped 4 core and 1 UEM (3 Higher Technical Electives, 1 Technical Elective and 1 UEM - Swedish for Exchange Students). I dun really noe if I'm gonna die for it considering that if my study plan DOES get approved, it means I'll be completing all 3 of my HIGHER ELECTIVES during my exchange trip, all 3 of which are Master's level modules...... Arghhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I dun even noe if the swedish course will be available in Semester 2....cos they only mentioned on the website that it'll be available in Sem 1 and didn't provide any more info regarding the module's availability in Sem 2..... Haihhhhh..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out that there's a senior frm my faculty who also went to Lund last year, and during Sem 2 too!! So I emailed him to ask about his module mapping... Hopefully he checks his NUSmail very often and can reply me soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, let's just hope i can get at least 3 out of 5 mapped modules approved in the 1st round..... I noe 2 of them should be alright since past seniors have mapped those 2 before....but the rest, well they're like UNKNOWNS......  I had to dig deep into the website to get to those modules, and I dun even noe if they're more suited to Environmental Engineering or Civil Engineering.... The only thing I know is that all 3 of my higher technical electives are related to water.... Well considering that I got A for Water Science last sem, I think they should be alright...right..? Eh wait, last last sem I think I got B- or C+ for Hydraulics leh.... Ahhhhh shit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading over to Spore tmr. Shud be going back to hall first to put my stuff in Dennis' room, then head out to meet the rest at Tampines for badminton. Then spend the nite in hall, and on Saturday, it's room allocation le. Monday, my relatives from Malacca will be coming down, so at least there'll be some things to do by then.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chae Yeon ~ Shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-6626266454529938879?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6626266454529938879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6626266454529938879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6626266454529938879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6626266454529938879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-completed-my-module-mapping-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-2381964304774789167</id><published>2009-06-02T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:46:39.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Federer survived a scare....or rather, I survived HIS scare......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven been jogging for the past 3 days, but all of a sudden I feel so sien waking up so early in the morning to go jogging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still damn fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, life sucks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate Voegele ~ Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2381964304774789167?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2381964304774789167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2381964304774789167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2381964304774789167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2381964304774789167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/06/federer-survived-scare.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-7210247897054874530</id><published>2009-06-01T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:46:49.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;To Mathias: I watched Pride and Prejudice before!  :D  Really enjoyed it, but like the critics, I too felt that Keira was too pretty in the movie lol...even tho I have yet to read the book, but apparently she was supposed to be plain looking haha... I have the soundtrack too, which I assure you is simply amazing...one of the best instrumental soundtracks from a movie I have ever come across... Esp the song they played when Liz was standing all alone on top of a cliff.... I think that track was aptly named "Liz On Top of the World". You can look it up on youtube if I'm not mistaken. IT.WILL.BLOW.YOU.AWAY.   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneway, you can try watching another movie by Keira too...different settings but they kinda feel similar to me for a reason...probably because of Keira Knightly.... I think the movie's called "Atonement". Its soundtrack is extremely beautiful too.  :)  And it's also kinda like another classical love story, but with a sad ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sien....up till now haven got my module mapping done yet....KNN......I'm kinda running out of time le...die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn fat....like seriously, damn fat.... But it's the holidays..!! I have to put up with yucky, oily, salty, laosy hall food for the entire semester and finally the holidays are here and you expect me to restrict my diet..??!!  WTF...... So no.....NO NO NO NO NO.... I will still eat whatever I want.....but nex time if I'm hanging out wif you guys, remember to remind me to watch the amount I eat....at least I can have some sort of control over that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Federer doesn't lose....he already lost the first 2 sets to Haas.....haih....sad case....Nadal and Djokovic both crashed out liao....and now he's on the brink too....wad's goin on sia....sekali in the end Murray wins the event.... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneway, if aneone's interested in watching K dramas, watch Boys Over Flowers.... It's the korean version of Meteor Garden, with their own version of F4, whom in my opinion looks better than their Taiwanese and Japanese counterparts....but according to my big bro, the Jap version of the drama remains the best.... Haven watched the jap one before, but I dun like the actor who acted as Dao Ming Si....I liked some of his other dramas but I jus hated him as Dao Ming Si....that hairdo....ughhh..... The korean F4 at the very least all look good, and their version of Hua Ze Lei is really good too....but then when his hair became short halfway thru the drama, I suddenly found his face resembling.......a skeleton. Ya he is like damn thin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something keeps on bothering me....how come all these singers/actors all have PERFECT teeth de...? You dun get born wif such teeth lar come on.....all went to wear braces meh...? And PERFECTLY white summore..... Ishhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneway, from the korean version of the drama, I found a song I really like  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jinsu ~ What Do I Do (Boys Over Flowers OST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-7210247897054874530?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/7210247897054874530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=7210247897054874530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7210247897054874530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7210247897054874530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-mathias-i-watched-pride-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-6177468137644461370</id><published>2009-05-31T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:09:11.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Watched Terminator wif Dennis....he came to pick me up, and I brot along a bag full of clothes cos was intending to head over to Arvin's hs after the movie for the class gathering.... But the movie ended later than expected, and worse....I realised I forgot to bring out my passport....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...... PAISEH PAISEH.....!!!  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Terminator wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.......I am officially FREAKING bored rite now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Federer wins the french open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ate McD today, so there goes my effort in slimming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my new specs done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love wif K Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still frustrated over module mapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in a state of bliss over results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in a very random state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to hate my holidays.&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/14791275-6177468137644461370?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6177468137644461370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6177468137644461370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6177468137644461370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6177468137644461370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/05/watched-terminator-wif-dennis.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-2000208965016481396</id><published>2009-05-29T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:45:14.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;O.ME.GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol....still in a state of disbelief....and bliss hahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time my semester CAP was above 4.0 sia......its like.... O.ME.GOD   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.....final papers did so badly and yet everything turned out ok....my senior was really spot on....he told me Yr 2 Sem 2 was much easier to do well, and indeed it was....even after screwing up the final papers so badly, esp for sum high risk modules, everything still turned out fine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that I had that gut-wrenching, sinking feeling at the pit of stomach for most of the week....it was really sickening cos my scholarship was on the chopping block so I was really really worried....I dun noe wad my parents will do if I lost it....they'd probably lose it too and make me sleep in the toilet....LOL...but then, I dun even noe what I would do if it really came down to that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih...seriously....even after attempting less than 50% of the paper, still can get a B....siao bo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus came bck frm lunch wif my dad....we were in the car when 93.8fm started this advert on how important sex life is to a married couple...and how men are "goal-oriented" which means they always aim to finish sex as fast as possible while women wants to enjoy the process, so husbands should make the sacrifice and not aim to finish sex asap blah blah blah..... Haih talk about awkwardness.....I drank sum water from the mineral bottle in the car and started gurgling them in my mouth LOUDLY so I wudn't be able to hear that piece of advert clearly.... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyday's still passin kinda slow, and in the same routine...hopefully there'll be sth fun to do soon...   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHTING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jordin Sparks ~ Battlefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-2000208965016481396?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/2000208965016481396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=2000208965016481396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2000208965016481396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/2000208965016481396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/05/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-8685386853405047622</id><published>2009-05-23T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:35:54.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Really feel like going on one of those &lt;a href="http://www.holidaytours.com.my/cms/RunScript.asp?Page=1091&amp;amp;a=a&amp;amp;p=ASP%5CPg1091.asp"&gt;Contiki Trips&lt;/a&gt; cos they seem really really fun and worth it!!! I mean the price may seem humongous at first but the duration's equally long too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...... Dun really noe if mum will agree if I wanna go....but....haih let's get things done one by one first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the issue of.......wisdom teeth (I can hear all the groans going off like christmas bells at the back of my head......arghhhh.....) The usual problem wif wisdom teeth is that they often have a gap between themselves and the next tooth in line, which causes food to get stuck in them.... Mine was horrible cos the gap was really quite big, and yet when food often gets stuck in them (which is to say, ALL THE TIME), just using my tongue doesn't do the job all the time to get that pesky little piece of wadeva not out of that gap.... So I used to rely on my......FINGERS..... Ya ya disgusting I noe but if I were to leave that morsel all alone in that cave it's probably mutate into Foodzilla in a few days' time, while eroding my teeth too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly do that to the wisdom tooth on my left, cos that's the problematic one.... And what d'ya noe? It cracked.... Ya like literally, it cracked.... Not the entire thing of course, but part of the outer core, or enamel I think.... Talk about finger of death huh...which led me to think that it's partially exposed now....which makes the whole situation even more dire and yes, disgusting... I dun even noe how rotten it is rite now considering that food still get stuck in that gap as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my mum about it and I am quite sure we will have to extract it... Wait, it's "them" since I'd probably wanna extract the one on the right as well. But, I AM TERRIFIED...... I can't imagine the blurdy pain.....haih.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun tink I'll e doin bracers cos firstly, they're really just too expensive, and secondly, my teeth may not be perfect, but at least they're a sight better than Tom Hank's hairdo in Angels and Demons, which is to say.....ahhhh well wad the heck.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to resume my jogging routine...cos I've only just been doing brisk walking for the past few days in the evening....but still, brisk walking up those blurdy slopes in my neighbour hood ain't a walk in the park either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......will start rearranging my book shelves tonite. Then.....it's probably time to start planning my modules during my exchange trip in sem 2, cos the email has arrived...and then...maybe it's also time to seriously think about what I wanna do in this holiday other than just rotting at home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;TVXQ ~ Lovin' You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(they're seriously pretty good...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8685386853405047622?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8685386853405047622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8685386853405047622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8685386853405047622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8685386853405047622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/05/really-feel-like-going-on-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-3666802672589009516</id><published>2009-05-20T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:36:14.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may not have the softest touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may not say the words as such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And though I may not look like much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And though my edges may be rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never feel I'm quite enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It may not seem like very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm Yours by The Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing song  :)&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/14791275-3666802672589009516?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/3666802672589009516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=3666802672589009516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3666802672589009516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3666802672589009516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-may-not-have-softest-touch-i-may-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-908984926640781723</id><published>2009-05-16T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:43:43.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I need to make myself feel guilty whenever I dun exercise or worse....ate too much.... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....let's see...... Ever since I've been back, I was dragged to walk around the neighborhood during the evening before we have dinner.....and considering that I live on top of a hill, you can imagine what kind of a "walk" that would be..... I was supposed to be "brisk-walking" but whenever I finish climbing up a hill, I automatically revert to a leisure-walk pace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I went jogging wif Kee one morning at the istana garden....and realised, to my chagrin, just how unfit I have become after 2 semesters of hardly exercising....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what to do...? Haih.....make a record lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with tmr shall we...? Since Kee has asked to go jogging again at the Istana Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope this time round, I really manage to shed  a few kilos...&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/14791275-908984926640781723?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/908984926640781723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=908984926640781723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/908984926640781723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/908984926640781723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-to-make-myself-feel-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-6924569126655474611</id><published>2009-05-15T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:04:15.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Finally moved back, and as usual it was hell to pack up and move everything from a room I've been staying for about a year back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, home doesn't REALLY feel like home....but only because I spend so little time there. And probably because we moved as well. We moved when I was about to enter Year 1, so during the A Lvls holidays it was always Jogging/Swimming --&gt; Breakfast (always somewhere near Kolam Air so we can stop by and check out the construction of the new house) --&gt; Slacking at home --&gt; Lunch (again, probably somewhere near the new house cos dad likes to stop by and check things out) --&gt; More slacking --&gt; Dad finishes work and stops by the new house for the last time of the day before coming home and then we have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya....I din really get to spend a lot of time in the new house... During construction, yes; when it's completed, not really.... The irony huh..? Well, I have been staying in the old house for almost 20 years, so you can't blame me if I dun feel the same way when I call the new house "Home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mum has unpacked my clothes for me....but all my other stuff are still "neatly" packed in their luggages....... So far, the only things I've unpacked are my speakers, table fan and laptop.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun really noe wad it's gonna be like spending 3 months doing nothing at home, but I guess I'll find out soon lol.... It's not like I dun wanna find work....doing part-time jobs in JB don't really interest me since I dun even feel like working part-time in Spore, and dat's when I'll be paid in Sing dollars dude! I mean, I'll be leaving for my exchange next year, so I probably wun be back veri soon in the holidays, and I plan to do my VIP then as well, so my 3 month hols will be gone when I'm in Year 3....after dat, it's gonna be Year 4 and poof!!! I have to be out in the working world after that.....I wun get the chance to spend as much time I'm spending rite nw at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have a few things I wann accomplish while at home.... First and foremost, I bloody need to lose sum pounds....or tonnes.....I got my haircut already, cos my dad INSISTED.....and for once it's short and not really dat ugly lol.....I wanna brush up on my french again but realised I left my french notes and books in Mag's room haih...ermmm....I wanna remove my wisdon tooth but I'm not really looking fwd to it, dat's y i haven brought up the topic wif my parents yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go on holidays, but now dat i'm home, i'm contented to jus stay indoors and go abt life without any worries of deadlines and grades....but I mus admit, I'm REALLY worried with my results tis semester....cos I dun think I did well, and more importantly, I have no idea whether or not I passed the criterie for the scholarship last sem...cos if I didn't and I dun get at least 3.5 tis sem, I'm gonna be so dead....I dun even wanna think about it rite nw...It's just....unthinkable.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 2 movies so far.... Star Trek was good even tho I was never a fan of the series and haven no idea who all those characters were.... Angels and Demons were a tonne better than Da Vinci Code but still, it felt pretty flat to me..... My frens enjoyed it but I felt it was only ok.... Maybe cos I've already read the book? The only surprises I get frm the movie are the parts which they altered, and trust me they altered quite a bit. But as a movie, it really didn't get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking oh so forward to Transformers 2, Nite at the Museum 2 and of course, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In need of new books....I've been re-reading so many of my old ones. Not that they're nt good. In fact, I get a huge kick when I re-read them cos they're just so good....!!! But I kinda need new ones 2.... Can't wait for the last book from the Wheel of Time series to be out!!! I CAN'T WAIT OMG I LURVE ROBERT JORDAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...that's long enuf post....th enex one will probably be some time later.... To end things, jus a funny pic I took while eating lunch wif Kee one afternoon. Bb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sg2QGQMfnpI/AAAAAAAABeQ/RwF7GzdT6E0/s1600-h/DSC06548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sg2QGQMfnpI/AAAAAAAABeQ/RwF7GzdT6E0/s400/DSC06548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336079570604891794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In cae you can't see it properly, it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prices Subject To Change According To Customer's Attitude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are arrogant, grouchy, irritable or just a pain in the ass, there will be a RM10 charge for putting up with your shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol the boss of dat shop veh cool rite? Hahaha  :)&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/14791275-6924569126655474611?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6924569126655474611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6924569126655474611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6924569126655474611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6924569126655474611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/05/dad-finishes-work-and-stops-by-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sg2QGQMfnpI/AAAAAAAABeQ/RwF7GzdT6E0/s72-c/DSC06548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-7312435178555076482</id><published>2009-05-06T01:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:33:08.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Went out wif Kah Sing and Ozy fr dinner after their medical checkup at NTU. It was at this Italian restaurant called.....Donna Carmela. A very cosy place, with loads of italian wines and authentic italian food.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices were alright, considering the ambience, food and service. Plus the food was pretty good. specially the clams in white wine sauce we ordered. it was really good.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB2jQ30Q9I/AAAAAAAABd4/zNnfJ6fQIwo/s1600-h/05-05-09_1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB2jQ30Q9I/AAAAAAAABd4/zNnfJ6fQIwo/s400/05-05-09_1915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332392307003245522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetisers. I took tis pic AFTER we'd eaten sum of it lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB2jLhUK4I/AAAAAAAABdw/z_xp2BEaXyY/s1600-h/05-05-09_1942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB2jLhUK4I/AAAAAAAABdw/z_xp2BEaXyY/s400/05-05-09_1942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332392305566690178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Sing's seafood risotto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB1-8CZVoI/AAAAAAAABdo/lQ6om1lJJmQ/s1600-h/05-05-09_1933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB1-8CZVoI/AAAAAAAABdo/lQ6om1lJJmQ/s400/05-05-09_1933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332391682935182978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My corona (cos i dun drink wine) and both of their white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB1-fvN9qI/AAAAAAAABdY/OMQYhHh0scg/s1600-h/05-05-09_1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB1-fvN9qI/AAAAAAAABdY/OMQYhHh0scg/s400/05-05-09_1908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332391675338552994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozy lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB1-G5QZ6I/AAAAAAAABdQ/jS01JBTO3ww/s1600-h/05-05-09_1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB1-G5QZ6I/AAAAAAAABdQ/jS01JBTO3ww/s400/05-05-09_1940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332391668669769634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My penne alla donna carmela, which i assumed to be one of their specials. Pretty good, tho i'd prefer the penne to be a little softer, but once again, i assumed that's the kind of texture you're supposed to cook pasta to, and not the usual ones we do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB1-Nscg0I/AAAAAAAABdI/mZlZneZEib0/s1600-h/05-05-09_1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB1-Nscg0I/AAAAAAAABdI/mZlZneZEib0/s400/05-05-09_1943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332391670495085378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozy's ravioli....i tink it was wif cheese and spinach on the inside. It was pretty awesome apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB3mEQd1dI/AAAAAAAABeA/X--8mTii6kU/s1600-h/05-05-09_2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB3mEQd1dI/AAAAAAAABeA/X--8mTii6kU/s400/05-05-09_2014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332393454668207570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dessert, which was authentic tiramisu and this vanilla desert thingy which was supposed to be very common and famous italian dessert, which name I cant recall haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB3-p8jOhI/AAAAAAAABeI/FmLehCV-kdc/s1600-h/05-05-09_1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB3-p8jOhI/AAAAAAAABeI/FmLehCV-kdc/s400/05-05-09_1919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332393877102082578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The clams in white wine sauce that i really enjoyed....hmmmm we shud try cooking this at home  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, I'm really REALLY broke.....&lt;/span&gt;....my acc left 2 digits....knn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" id="formatbar_Buttons" &gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Add Video" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Video" class="gl_video" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-7312435178555076482?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/7312435178555076482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=7312435178555076482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7312435178555076482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7312435178555076482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-out-wif-kah-sing-and-ozy-fr-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/SgB2jQ30Q9I/AAAAAAAABd4/zNnfJ6fQIwo/s72-c/05-05-09_1915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-281099854770745192</id><published>2009-05-03T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:35:24.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Woot!!! Finally....exams are over.....3 months of holidays filled with......ABSOLUTELY NTH hahahaha...........don't have any plans for the holidays tis time round, unlike last year.....but it's good........i get to spend all the time back at home.........i haven't been back for close to.....3 months already...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm..............exams tis time round, equally disappointing.......i seriously dunno whether i can get to keep the scholarship or not.....cos, ya.....din really perform well for the papers......but, one can always hope!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose weight.....like, seriously......everyone's been telling me how much I've put on since the last time they saw me, which wasn't too long ago....die.....imagine what my mum will say when she finally sees me.........she'll probably shriek and faint.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In need of good, new story books. But dun really have any titles in mind yet....plus i only have like 140 bucks left in my acc..........shit....no money liao....wanna spend also dun dare....and the worse is there aren't any good bookstores back in JB.....you'll nvr find the kind of collection they have here in MPH, Kinokuniya or Borders.......and the worst part is they have good 2nd hand bookshops in Singapore but not in JB....sien........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the extremely normal food in JB....like prata and whatnots.....they're like a luxury you can nvr get in spore....cos everything here is either overated or overpriced, or both....... it's so hard to find decent prata here....and its harder to find good dhal or curry to go with it.....arghhhhh..... wtf.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room's a complete mess....I have truck loads of stuff to tidy up......and sum unfinished business with the committee too.....hmmmm......i shud get started tmr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday tho......anyone wans to go to redang again?? Or maybe sumwhere else tis time....Msia's kinda big...and I haven been to many places......kinda miss Golden Lanjut tho.....the beach's nth fancy but sumhow, the name jus reminds me of sum of the best family hols i had when i was young....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need.to.slim.down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok tis post is as random as it can be. Tata.&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/14791275-281099854770745192?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/281099854770745192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=281099854770745192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/281099854770745192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/281099854770745192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/05/woot-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-8613946816877496762</id><published>2009-04-07T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:42:03.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's 1.30am in the morning and I was playing badminton in Sheares with Aga and Arvin......Bob joined us later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now....? It's 3.40am in the morning..... I supposedly have a 9am class tmr....ermmm no it shud be Today.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieeeeeee....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh mind...... Got Me + Aga = Polar Bear Alliance.......!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Laam ~ Petite Soeur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8613946816877496762?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8613946816877496762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8613946816877496762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8613946816877496762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8613946816877496762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-8028890234376804231</id><published>2009-04-03T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:26:48.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And we're done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Film Festival ytd night had a pretty amazing turn out, which was partly aided by the mountain of food we had prepared LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm satisfied with how things turned out.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Comm Close Dinner left. Jiayou bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kleerup ~ Until We Bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-8028890234376804231?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/8028890234376804231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=8028890234376804231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8028890234376804231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/8028890234376804231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-were-done-short-film-festival-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-1813002621241374675</id><published>2009-04-02T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T03:33:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;1 extremely fucked up lab report down............took me 13 CONTINUOUS hours where others took 1 to 2 weeks...! I shud be feeling veri fortunate liao.....but still, it was arduoussssssssss...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's the project......which I intend to see it done by TMR!!! Cos Friday I still have to prepare the final draft for ANOTHER project....and over the weekend, got 1 more EXTREMELY FUCKED UP lab report to do PLUS another stupid senseless project, both due next week.....and then, next Sat got one last mid-terms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on lar....nex week onwards, I only have 2 more weeks of term time before reading week kicks in...so it's essentially 3 weeks to exams....BUT I STILL HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SLAVE OVER, HOW TO START MUGGING...??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$&amp;amp;^*&amp;amp;%^%#@$&amp;amp;^T*&amp;amp;$%#^*&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm glad is, none of my project mates so far are giving me problems.......or else, I wud probably have given up a long time ago......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis sem, aiming for CAP 4.0!!! Jiayou!!!   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;3oh!3 ~ Don't Trust Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-1813002621241374675?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/1813002621241374675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=1813002621241374675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1813002621241374675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1813002621241374675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-extremely-fucked-up-lab-report-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-9016997865590476271</id><published>2009-03-30T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:27:15.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SdDi_nR91qI/AAAAAAAABdA/pWAWVOiHRnM/s1600-h/SF+Festival+A4+corrected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 524px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/SdDi_nR91qI/AAAAAAAABdA/pWAWVOiHRnM/s400/SF+Festival+A4+corrected.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319000742428530338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this event, it'll be comm close dinner left and then, WE'RE DONE FOR THIS YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to survive heading a comm, and that comm din really crumble under my "leadership" sia...... Phew.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun tink I did as good a job as the previous head, and, in sum cases, I dun tink I really did my best. But, overall, I really gave quite a lot of my time and energy to this committee. So, no regrets anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to rush more photoshopping for the annual.....and then I still have my insanely difficult lab report to do..........tmr morning still have to wake up early to book a place at the PC Cluster to finish up ANOTHER project.....siao liao lar this week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sandy Ling Yi Lian ~ Shang Hen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-9016997865590476271?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/9016997865590476271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=9016997865590476271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/9016997865590476271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/9016997865590476271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-this-event-itll-be-comm-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/SdDi_nR91qI/AAAAAAAABdA/pWAWVOiHRnM/s72-c/SF+Festival+A4+corrected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-6794960089555847801</id><published>2009-03-29T05:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:12:51.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I improved!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I meant DoTa lar..........my last few matches were either 0-10 or 0-11....meaning I died like 10 or 11 times n din kill a single enemy hero....den finally managed to kill 1 in my 3rd match I think....den 1 again in the 4th match!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then...............!!! The last match we played, my score was 10 - 5!!!! I killed enemry heroes ten times!!! Yalar I noe lar...got a few is I ks.....but I really dunno how to see who is targetting who mar....so once I see the enemy blood damn low, I use my skill den they say WAHLIAO WHY YOU KS??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least now I'm slightly better at using my hero.....but seriously....DoTA needs team work like siao....it'll be so much better if we can all play in the same room....den can just speak and say out loud...no need to waste time typing sia......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5am liao haih......gonna do a bit more project stuff den sleep liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez......eh....it's morning liao......arghhhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Josh Groban ~ Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-6794960089555847801?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6794960089555847801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6794960089555847801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6794960089555847801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6794960089555847801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesssssssssss-i-improved-hahahaha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-1710101590632797908</id><published>2009-03-29T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:48:57.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I suddenly realised.....this semester, my life kinda happening sia.......had so many more events than what I used to go through in year 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis' and Wuteng's birthday... Though it was like 2 to 3 weeks ago liao but hahaha jus got the pics anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TMZkvJ-I/AAAAAAAABc4/TapLc9IeaIM/s1600-h/n553996392_2822329_7088573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TMZkvJ-I/AAAAAAAABc4/TapLc9IeaIM/s400/n553996392_2822329_7088573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279682459641826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TMY08suI/AAAAAAAABcw/Rrp1ithVxYo/s1600-h/n553996392_2822332_7112258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TMY08suI/AAAAAAAABcw/Rrp1ithVxYo/s400/n553996392_2822332_7112258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279682259202786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TMMjX91I/AAAAAAAABco/_LDybfGoyHg/s1600-h/n553996392_2822327_2467547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TMMjX91I/AAAAAAAABco/_LDybfGoyHg/s400/n553996392_2822327_2467547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279678964266834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TBOBwQ9I/AAAAAAAABcg/O4D9IPgyTzo/s1600-h/n553996392_2822412_8070876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TBOBwQ9I/AAAAAAAABcg/O4D9IPgyTzo/s400/n553996392_2822412_8070876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279490381562834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TA69JMsI/AAAAAAAABcY/8jN3xD9v41s/s1600-h/n553996392_2822414_7322942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TA69JMsI/AAAAAAAABcY/8jN3xD9v41s/s400/n553996392_2822414_7322942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279485261951682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TA0TlNTI/AAAAAAAABcQ/WRjLv15Q5bg/s1600-h/n553996392_2822407_8071644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TA0TlNTI/AAAAAAAABcQ/WRjLv15Q5bg/s400/n553996392_2822407_8071644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279483477013810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after Dance Productions, it was Dance Uncensored! It's basically kinda like Dance Production, just dat tis time round, all 6 halls will contribute different dance items to make up this event. All in all there were a total of 21 dance items, and EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM WAS SUPER DUPER GOOD!!! The best part...? It was free hahaha   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially lurved Raffles Hall's performance. With the props and the costumes and the storyline with fecking good dancers, they really performed damn damn well... But really, every single item was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5S1UAZrdI/AAAAAAAABcI/Xw0pkf_MCo0/s1600-h/n553996392_2822494_686610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5S1UAZrdI/AAAAAAAABcI/Xw0pkf_MCo0/s400/n553996392_2822494_686610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279285828070866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5S1XIjz8I/AAAAAAAABcA/Myoz7MZbuCE/s1600-h/n553996392_2822488_1605613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5S1XIjz8I/AAAAAAAABcA/Myoz7MZbuCE/s400/n553996392_2822488_1605613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279286667595714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5S1aAFAgI/AAAAAAAABb4/KYp5jSNgn2U/s1600-h/n553996392_2822501_3445021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5S1aAFAgI/AAAAAAAABb4/KYp5jSNgn2U/s400/n553996392_2822501_3445021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279287437328898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Will.I.Am ~ Heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-1710101590632797908?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/1710101590632797908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=1710101590632797908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1710101590632797908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1710101590632797908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-suddenly-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc5TMZkvJ-I/AAAAAAAABc4/TapLc9IeaIM/s72-c/n553996392_2822329_7088573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-184519193774221661</id><published>2009-03-28T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T03:41:51.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday Mei Mei (for the 3rd time!)   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holland V with Arvin (who's unfortunately in crutches....betta get well soon so we can play badminton bro!), Aga, Serena, Jason and of course, the birthday girl, MENNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to chill out at Wala Wala, but that bloody pub was filled to the brim....we were 5th on the waiting list....but decided to switch to another place cos both me and aga were HUNGRY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was directly across the street for us, at Breko Cafe. Not a bad place too hang out... Good deal for the beers, and pretty decent finger food! But alas, their pasta were average, to say the least.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ColdRock was immediately after that!! 3 regular-sized set us back S$22.50, but the ice-cream were good! Ferrero and Cheesecake with brownie, Mango Sorbet and Forrestberries with Dark-pitted Cherries, and finally Vannila with Honeycomb mixed with Maltesiers. Sinful, I know  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd DoTA round tonite...and stuck in another conundrum with the project...haih.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.....better to remind myself the food times  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0WwyddSKI/AAAAAAAABZg/baBD9KbOlms/s1600-h/2656_1123746537128_1331054987_30330448_2061803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0WwyddSKI/AAAAAAAABZg/baBD9KbOlms/s400/2656_1123746537128_1331054987_30330448_2061803_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931762429282466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0Xe7nNCCI/AAAAAAAABbo/_OEq7-ELZBQ/s1600-h/2656_1123746937138_1331054987_30330458_4581699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0Xe7nNCCI/AAAAAAAABbo/_OEq7-ELZBQ/s400/2656_1123746937138_1331054987_30330458_4581699_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317932555160061986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday gal with her pizza "cake" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XeINB_xI/AAAAAAAABbg/A2rtBeU-sXs/s1600-h/2656_1123746857136_1331054987_30330456_3709693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XeINB_xI/AAAAAAAABbg/A2rtBeU-sXs/s400/2656_1123746857136_1331054987_30330456_3709693_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317932541360078610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were trying to point "21", but cos they were 1 hand extra, so Serena curled up her finger...which made me think she was trying to say "Mati Kong Kah Kiao".... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0Xd0ViSkI/AAAAAAAABbY/iWr101yIi_A/s1600-h/2656_1123746777134_1331054987_30330454_3314497_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0Xd0ViSkI/AAAAAAAABbY/iWr101yIi_A/s400/2656_1123746777134_1331054987_30330454_3314497_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317932536027040322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0Xdy1mnPI/AAAAAAAABbQ/-7nWUf6HL6A/s1600-h/2656_1123746337123_1331054987_30330443_3538051_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0Xdy1mnPI/AAAAAAAABbQ/-7nWUf6HL6A/s400/2656_1123746337123_1331054987_30330443_3538051_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317932535624670450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XJfLgubI/AAAAAAAABbI/sCZ72_5EOgc/s1600-h/2656_1123746697132_1331054987_30330452_4482685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XJfLgubI/AAAAAAAABbI/sCZ72_5EOgc/s400/2656_1123746697132_1331054987_30330452_4482685_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317932186750466482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XJHOSD7I/AAAAAAAABbA/bjx7Lc-Caho/s1600-h/2656_1123746297122_1331054987_30330442_1121891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XJHOSD7I/AAAAAAAABbA/bjx7Lc-Caho/s400/2656_1123746297122_1331054987_30330442_1121891_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317932180319637426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol Asahi and Corona Spokepersons :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XI3wNhkI/AAAAAAAABa4/4kH5zuxu1p4/s1600-h/2656_1123746417125_1331054987_30330445_5649941_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XI3wNhkI/AAAAAAAABa4/4kH5zuxu1p4/s400/2656_1123746417125_1331054987_30330445_5649941_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317932176166979138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Goldfish hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XIz1hr8I/AAAAAAAABaw/YzT3OwvJfJ8/s1600-h/2656_1123746457126_1331054987_30330446_5195619_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XIz1hr8I/AAAAAAAABaw/YzT3OwvJfJ8/s400/2656_1123746457126_1331054987_30330446_5195619_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317932175115530178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though....the Corona with dat lime wedge tested rather good. First time I actually enjoyed a beer sia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XIpX0iRI/AAAAAAAABao/L-EWzvpeQc8/s1600-h/2656_1123747017140_1331054987_30330460_4528031_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XIpX0iRI/AAAAAAAABao/L-EWzvpeQc8/s400/2656_1123747017140_1331054987_30330460_4528031_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317932172306581778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0W91LOIlI/AAAAAAAABaY/iAEUgZv13DE/s1600-h/2656_1123747137143_1331054987_30330463_7146138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0W91LOIlI/AAAAAAAABaY/iAEUgZv13DE/s400/2656_1123747137143_1331054987_30330463_7146138_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931986496397906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0W97ou6mI/AAAAAAAABaQ/pWitMrC4UzM/s1600-h/2656_1123747177144_1331054987_30330464_7555924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0W97ou6mI/AAAAAAAABaQ/pWitMrC4UzM/s400/2656_1123747177144_1331054987_30330464_7555924_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931988230793826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0W94eLv-I/AAAAAAAABaI/k7hBmO04yaI/s1600-h/2656_1123747257146_1331054987_30330466_3891623_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0W94eLv-I/AAAAAAAABaI/k7hBmO04yaI/s400/2656_1123747257146_1331054987_30330466_3891623_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931987381239778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0W9roYehI/AAAAAAAABaA/cTL2Lg6IJJI/s1600-h/2656_1123747297147_1331054987_30330467_3666373_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0W9roYehI/AAAAAAAABaA/cTL2Lg6IJJI/s400/2656_1123747297147_1331054987_30330467_3666373_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931983934355986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh.....I got my sense of pride can....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0WxQpMV_I/AAAAAAAABZ4/v4VeKrblEM0/s1600-h/2656_1123746897137_1331054987_30330457_4146305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0WxQpMV_I/AAAAAAAABZ4/v4VeKrblEM0/s400/2656_1123746897137_1331054987_30330457_4146305_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931770531567602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0WxOOO1BI/AAAAAAAABZw/OFfq84JjThE/s1600-h/2656_1123746497127_1331054987_30330447_7766160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0WxOOO1BI/AAAAAAAABZw/OFfq84JjThE/s400/2656_1123746497127_1331054987_30330447_7766160_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931769881613330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0Ww7fdqvI/AAAAAAAABZo/4_4ANNO0UuI/s1600-h/2656_1123747057141_1331054987_30330461_7730063_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0Ww7fdqvI/AAAAAAAABZo/4_4ANNO0UuI/s400/2656_1123747057141_1331054987_30330461_7730063_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931764853615346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XfCVkMxI/AAAAAAAABbw/ICSdaKxB100/s1600-h/2656_1123746817135_1331054987_30330455_4079789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0XfCVkMxI/AAAAAAAABbw/ICSdaKxB100/s400/2656_1123746817135_1331054987_30330455_4079789_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317932556965131026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0Ww7HFAjI/AAAAAAAABZY/J65qNYH_R7Q/s1600-h/2656_1123746737133_1331054987_30330453_1052194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0Ww7HFAjI/AAAAAAAABZY/J65qNYH_R7Q/s400/2656_1123746737133_1331054987_30330453_1052194_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931764751335986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Beyonce ~ Scared of Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-184519193774221661?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/184519193774221661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=184519193774221661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/184519193774221661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/184519193774221661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-mei-mei-for-3rd-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sc0WwyddSKI/AAAAAAAABZg/baBD9KbOlms/s72-c/2656_1123746537128_1331054987_30330448_2061803_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-5748017936495197212</id><published>2009-03-26T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:09:47.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Brunch wif Arvin and Aga at Alexender Food Centre....at least I tink dat was the name...it's the one opposite Queensway......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally managed to eat my fried carrot cake BLACK.........! Dun like the white version, but anyway the one we had was very good.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ltr went to Queensway and finally bot myself a new pair of running shoes. Asics, cost me S$148.....but I guess if it gets me running again, it'll be worth it....at least now I have to tell myself that I spent SO MUCH on dat pair of shoes, it's only gonna be worth it if i actually USE it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Miley Cyrus ~ See You Again&lt;/span&gt; (I find it catchy....serious...)&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/14791275-5748017936495197212?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/5748017936495197212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=5748017936495197212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5748017936495197212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/5748017936495197212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/brunch-wif-arvin-and-aga-at-alexender.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-3923609148399883067</id><published>2009-03-24T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:43:25.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Badminton wif Arvin and Aga..........and I realised.........I REALLY NO STAMINA LIAO..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Haih projects projects and MORE PROJECTS............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I really dun nd to sleep already........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kleerup ~ Until We Bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-3923609148399883067?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/3923609148399883067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=3923609148399883067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3923609148399883067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3923609148399883067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/badminton-wif-arvin-and-aga.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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-14791275.post-7285338498798493640</id><published>2009-03-22T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:17:42.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Random pics.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScYPpgTYvQI/AAAAAAAABZI/l25W7kNPeoI/s1600-h/2656_1111718116425_1331054987_30323071_1180807_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScYPpgTYvQI/AAAAAAAABZI/l25W7kNPeoI/s400/2656_1111718116425_1331054987_30323071_1180807_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315953615877750018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScYPpIrDprI/AAAAAAAABZA/PpSi1jNnU3o/s1600-h/2656_1111718196427_1331054987_30323073_6484616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScYPpIrDprI/AAAAAAAABZA/PpSi1jNnU3o/s400/2656_1111718196427_1331054987_30323073_6484616_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315953609534580402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScYPpibKG9I/AAAAAAAABZQ/U5EFi05CiQ4/s1600-h/n604727155_1378247_4559963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScYPpibKG9I/AAAAAAAABZQ/U5EFi05CiQ4/s400/n604727155_1378247_4559963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315953616447216594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih i am feeling damn lazy..........shit............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kleerup ft. Lykke Li - Until We Bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-7285338498798493640?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/7285338498798493640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=7285338498798493640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7285338498798493640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7285338498798493640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScYPpgTYvQI/AAAAAAAABZI/l25W7kNPeoI/s72-c/2656_1111718116425_1331054987_30323071_1180807_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-7491499725805332576</id><published>2009-03-22T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:34:04.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Temasek Hall's Dance Production 08/09 - Incandescence!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good, very good! Most told me that last year's was better in terms of the number of dance items, but I felt that most items this year were pretty good despite their fewer numbers. Didn't regret buying the ticket at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiZWGwaXI/AAAAAAAABYw/Huc_-XnD6_I/s1600-h/n553996392_2786162_6066378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiZWGwaXI/AAAAAAAABYw/Huc_-XnD6_I/s400/n553996392_2786162_6066378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315692754006731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiZY7TvTI/AAAAAAAABYo/2Ix11AUn3fQ/s1600-h/n553996392_2786157_1955555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiZY7TvTI/AAAAAAAABYo/2Ix11AUn3fQ/s400/n553996392_2786157_1955555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315692754764021042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiTAeNgcI/AAAAAAAABYg/4srpurdWYAA/s1600-h/n553996392_2786156_2508162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiTAeNgcI/AAAAAAAABYg/4srpurdWYAA/s400/n553996392_2786156_2508162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315692645120311746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiS7TXimI/AAAAAAAABYY/dYz1dn9Kl44/s1600-h/n553996392_2786153_102843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiS7TXimI/AAAAAAAABYY/dYz1dn9Kl44/s400/n553996392_2786153_102843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315692643732654690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiS5KubmI/AAAAAAAABYQ/kEGkCBSVDpI/s1600-h/n553996392_2786122_3907542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiS5KubmI/AAAAAAAABYQ/kEGkCBSVDpI/s400/n553996392_2786122_3907542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315692643159535202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiSr5mnDI/AAAAAAAABYI/UvlHslm5Rrw/s1600-h/n553996392_2786119_6555176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiSr5mnDI/AAAAAAAABYI/UvlHslm5Rrw/s400/n553996392_2786119_6555176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315692639598058546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiSaEjN0I/AAAAAAAABYA/eFrxb5YC0UY/s1600-h/n553996392_2786117_7298202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiSaEjN0I/AAAAAAAABYA/eFrxb5YC0UY/s400/n553996392_2786117_7298202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315692634812135234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiZsXUVPI/AAAAAAAABY4/5mTdIgiWnak/s1600-h/n553996392_2786164_798523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiZsXUVPI/AAAAAAAABY4/5mTdIgiWnak/s400/n553996392_2786164_798523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315692759981774066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I kinda turned up in rather casual clothes cos the venue was like 3 bustops away from hall.....so I thought, what the heck, I can do without the jeans and sneakers for once......but heck lar everyone turned out so prim and proper.....I freaking underdressed all the way to Joo Koon can.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, good job and kudos to Xin Hui, Clara, Heon, Hui Yi, Veron and soooooooo many others for the dance production!! Too many names, a bit hard to put all down....hmmm like Margaret, Lisabelle, Kuan Lye, Aprilyn, Marc, Mark, Ashwin, Shu Yu, Nga, Win Jean, See How............wah they have damn a lot of dancers hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Britney Spears ~ Ooh Ooh Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-7491499725805332576?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/7491499725805332576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=7491499725805332576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7491499725805332576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/7491499725805332576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/temasek-halls-dance-production-0809.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScUiZWGwaXI/AAAAAAAABYw/Huc_-XnD6_I/s72-c/n553996392_2786162_6066378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-1700847846350586435</id><published>2009-03-21T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:48:30.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Xinhui's 21st Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her chalet's at Pasir Ris... Costa Sands or wadever it's called..... Cudn't make it tonite for the actual barbecue cos watching Temasek Hall's Dance Production but at least I was there yesterday playing mahjong till 5 plus in the morning!! 通宵麻将can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only won twice when we were playing 4 ppl.......then Kian Siong had to leave cos he has tuition in the morning....so we ended up playing the 3 ppl mahjong.....then I won a few more rounds...but since we only noe how to win with the few basic formations, it was almost always Ping Hu lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYrZPKchI/AAAAAAAABXw/QemAMG2sCvI/s1600-h/21-03-09_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYrZPKchI/AAAAAAAABXw/QemAMG2sCvI/s400/21-03-09_0500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541331480310290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYrYpzLwI/AAAAAAAABXo/AjTpVh606PQ/s1600-h/21-03-09_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYrYpzLwI/AAAAAAAABXo/AjTpVh606PQ/s400/21-03-09_0417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541331323596546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;清一色! (Qing Yi Se)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYjU0LU1I/AAAAAAAABXg/yNLXz_Rvfmw/s1600-h/21-03-09_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYjU0LU1I/AAAAAAAABXg/yNLXz_Rvfmw/s400/21-03-09_0259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541192854426450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;碰碰湖! (Peng Peng Hu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYjQhlLBI/AAAAAAAABXY/FxnRYHDqY5Q/s1600-h/21-03-09_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYjQhlLBI/AAAAAAAABXY/FxnRYHDqY5Q/s400/21-03-09_0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541191702686738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYjLQQXnI/AAAAAAAABXQ/S5caL7rbGzg/s1600-h/20-03-09_2333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYjLQQXnI/AAAAAAAABXQ/S5caL7rbGzg/s400/20-03-09_2333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541190287842930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYiiu6E1I/AAAAAAAABXI/Db8u5Dg9rbQ/s1600-h/20-03-09_2318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYiiu6E1I/AAAAAAAABXI/Db8u5Dg9rbQ/s400/20-03-09_2318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541179410551634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYiPyKmDI/AAAAAAAABXA/qZC0vAyPUoI/s1600-h/20-03-09_2316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYiPyKmDI/AAAAAAAABXA/qZC0vAyPUoI/s400/20-03-09_2316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541174323943474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYrpmD3dI/AAAAAAAABX4/tgfJR5YeyNo/s1600-h/21-03-09_0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYrpmD3dI/AAAAAAAABX4/tgfJR5YeyNo/s400/21-03-09_0501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541335871315410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably die tis coming week, with so many things due....... But at least I did well for my Assignment 1 in Critical Thinking and Writing.... so that's still the silver lining of last week!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/3 more weeks to go........and it's the holidays!!! I need money though...anyone noes of job dat requires only a laptop and the internet....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lily Allen ~ Everyone's At It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-1700847846350586435?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/1700847846350586435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=1700847846350586435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1700847846350586435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/1700847846350586435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/xinhuis-21st-birthday-her-chalets-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/ScSYrZPKchI/AAAAAAAABXw/QemAMG2sCvI/s72-c/21-03-09_0500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-3086071527644129164</id><published>2009-03-15T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:14:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew......official mid-term week is over now.....dun really noe whether i did ok or badly but....hmmmm let's just hope everything went well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IT Fair at Suntec, with the initial aim of purchasing new headphones for VPU as well as a new iPod for ME! I was always going for iPod classic, cos the very practical me wanted sth with an IMMENSE capacity to hold the endless supply of music, movies and video clips I come across on the internet on a daily basis.......but then, it was so darn expensive.....classis 120 gb costs almost S$400........a bit out of my range leh....... Summore I wanted to bring along my iPod when I go jogging one.....but classic is kinda too heavy.....not very practical nor convenient if you wanna strap it on your arm while jogging....n I have no idea whether the internal components can handle the constant shaking during such sessions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, bought a Blue iPod Nano!!! And I only paid S$100!! THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH ARVIN!!! Plus the others whom he says will be sharing part of the cost as my last year's 21st birthday gift!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sb0iSeT7Q7I/AAAAAAAABWY/W4wvx9tN4GY/s1600-h/15-03-09_2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sb0iSeT7Q7I/AAAAAAAABWY/W4wvx9tN4GY/s400/15-03-09_2322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313440836136682418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fyi, 8 gb iPod nano costs S$248. The price is the same wherver you buy it, but the good thing about the IT Fair is that it provides free gifts as a bundle together with the purchase (probably to justify the fact that it's being sold in an IT Fair in the very first place....or else price the same, for what ppl come to IT Fair and buy sia.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought like 4 new headphones for VPU. They weren't like those VERY VERY good ones, cos those good ones like audio technica, sony or worse....SEINHEISER!!! They cost on average S$100 ++ for 1 heaphone sia!!! Can't bloody afford it..... Hall dun have such money for us leh...quite sad..... In the end, bought from Sonic Gear....if i'm not mistaken, it's a singapore company. They were DAMN cheap..... S$9.90 per headphone, with noise isolation summore..... Dunno how long they can last, but I'm sure 1 year shudn't be a problem, and dat alone will probably be worth the ten bucks already.... Also got one huge headphone for my own use, plus another green one for jogging, though I haven started using it for jogging yet cos...... well I dun have any jogging shoes with me rite now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sb0iTVY6G_I/AAAAAAAABWo/F_G3uEdtZaE/s1600-h/15-03-09_2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sb0iTVY6G_I/AAAAAAAABWo/F_G3uEdtZaE/s400/15-03-09_2324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313440850921528306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sb0iS-wO3GI/AAAAAAAABWg/pRlf-MVGsik/s1600-h/15-03-09_2323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sb0iS-wO3GI/AAAAAAAABWg/pRlf-MVGsik/s400/15-03-09_2323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313440844845341794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to buy 1 pair like last week....but cudn't find the time to go queensway.....finally went tis week, but in the end kian yew n steve bot 1 pair of mizuno each while i left empty-handed....cos suddenly no mood to buy, plus i wanted to buy asics, and as usual they were damn expensive....so a bit reluctant to spend more money cos just bot quite a number of stuff......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.....tis weekend really went to the drains in terms of homework done.....gtg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sb0oV4iUZjI/AAAAAAAABW4/EMbBDJoajSY/s1600-h/09-03-09_1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sb0oV4iUZjI/AAAAAAAABW4/EMbBDJoajSY/s400/09-03-09_1536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313447491785745970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CTW project group...all red shoes/slippers! From right: Shawn, Me, Wei Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mando Diao ~ Dance With Somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14791275-3086071527644129164?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/3086071527644129164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=3086071527644129164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3086071527644129164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/3086071527644129164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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/_RfB0diqq4f4/Sb0iSeT7Q7I/AAAAAAAABWY/W4wvx9tN4GY/s72-c/15-03-09_2322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14791275.post-6449705483424469461</id><published>2009-03-07T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:23:43.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's been a long week.....met up with quite a number of people I haven seen for a very long time.....Serena, Chai Yun, Joanne, Jason, Johnny and Mathias.........celebrated Arvin's 21st birthday, and finally had a brudderhud outing, of which the initial part was a success and the later part a complete flop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess by now most of my frens wud understand my stand on drinking.....simply put, I've never been a big fan of alcohol....not that I dun drink completely. I do, but close to 99% of those times are simply because it was the "right" drink to select under those circumstances....I drink simply for the company, the atmosphere, the socialising... Never because I wanted to. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad drinks too. Beer and the occasional red wine. But the most he got was red faced.... Actually getting red in your face after drinking is kinda common also....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting intoxicated...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit tired liao.....always planned ahead, but somehow, could never really have things go according to plan......even the simplest thing like studies..... It can get really stressful sometimes, what with grades and cca commitments to fulfill....den u finally get a chance to meet up with sum frens, but you end up being the butt of every joke, of every comment, of every sarcastic remark and moronic gestures.....it's harmless at the beginning, but like I said, it gets tiring after a while, and I've passed that benchmark a very long time ago......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It simply doesn't help......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the 3 months holiday, cos once again this is the chance I get to completely devote such a long duration of time to whatever I wanna do..... I can easily turn down gathering invitations with the excuse that I have something going on at home... I can be with my family... I can stay in a place I once called home a long time ago, though it's more like a touch-and-go motel nowadays... I have a car to drive myself anywhere I want... I can choose not to be present at gatherings that would most probably have me ending as the butt of every comment and remark concerning the words "fat" and "smelly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired early this morning, fed-up at mid-morning, stressed at lunch time, tired at noon, relaxed at 3.30pm, excited at 5 plus in the evening, satisfied at 9, pissed off in between 9 to 11, and disappointed from then onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 boxes of new underwear, a new haircut, a ripped hand wristband, a choked neck, blue black marks on both shoulders, and a completely new perspective.... Quite a handful to bring back from 1 outing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired........ Really, really tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele ~ Hometown Glory&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/14791275-6449705483424469461?l=narya-7891.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/feeds/6449705483424469461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14791275&amp;postID=6449705483424469461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6449705483424469461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14791275/posts/default/6449705483424469461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narya-7891.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-long-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Just In</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389141752500707939</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>
