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thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-861174501247933937</id><published>2011-11-14T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:19:20.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When are these crazy days going to end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-861174501247933937?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/861174501247933937/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-5769582946559768317.post-252058558394849243</id><published>2011-10-23T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:48:20.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever it is, I've said my part. The rest is up to you. I admit that some of the things I said were abit harsh but they were all pent-up anger. I always understand and respect your views but I'm sure your IQ is high enough to give you the ability to think and do the right things. As much as I hope that this conversation wakes you up, I hope it didnt work the other way and made you even more depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-252058558394849243?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/252058558394849243/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=252058558394849243' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/252058558394849243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/252058558394849243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/10/think.html' title='think.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-114638117016092135</id><published>2011-10-18T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:34:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>What is my dream? And what is yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-114638117016092135?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/114638117016092135/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=114638117016092135' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/114638117016092135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/114638117016092135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/10/dreams.html' title='dreams.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-1025796814885292173</id><published>2011-10-15T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T17:25:36.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget, forget it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dinner with the SJ girls last night at two chefs. Recommendation by Sinee and I've read about it on many's blogs. Ordered some of their recommended dishes but not the cockles since non of us eat it. I would say it's nice but not fantastic. But price was reasonable! Worth a try! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for Tauhuay after that. BEEN SO LONG! Hahahas! After tauhuay, we didnt know what to do next and it was pretty late at night so not much activities to do. Wanted to go KTV but it's too ex. Teo Heng closes at 1am which was about an hour left when we were making the decision. So, KQ and SE decided to turn the car into a KTV.... Hahahahas. Great entertainment of the night. Their band name is called backstreet girls btw. HAHAHAHAS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facetimed with KH over at SE's house. After leaving SE's house, we still didnt head home. Instead we went to Mac and chat till 3am before we decided to move our asses. LOLS. It was a really fun night, been long since we last spent time like that. It was also a night I found out some things or rather confirmed some stuff that my instinct had been telling me way back. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have also decided to take up a job after much consideration ever since ytd. It was such a dilemma. But the thought of my goal just kept popping into my mind. So well, it's time to juggle between school work and work again! Hopefully it gets confirmed by monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-1025796814885292173?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1025796814885292173/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=1025796814885292173' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1025796814885292173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1025796814885292173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/10/forget-forget-it.html' title='Forget, forget it.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-6657168412331818467</id><published>2011-10-12T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:52:43.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money does make the world goes round.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello darlings! I am back! If there's still anyone reading this space. Hahahas. Wow, it's been so damn long since I write on this space. I know I said that I'll update on my trip on my travel blog but yea I havent been keeping up to that. It's a tedious process putting up the photos you see. I havent even gone through all the photos yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, been on a part-time job hunt, hadnt been really successful probably due to my schedule and the nature of the jobs I'm looking for. Okay, in short, I'm fussy la. Didnt continue with my previous job cause basically that place is in a mess and I personally feel that I'm underpaid for the amount of things I do. Hahaha. Didnt want to continue in the customer service line cause sometimes you get tired of getting scolded for something that you didnt cause, and you just get tired of the job itself. But well, the  job has its own perks as well. So, if I have no choice, I'll go back to that. But meanwhile, if I can, I want to gain as much experience in other fields as possible to try finding what really interests me more. Even had the thought of not working while studying and just waiting till the holidays since I'll be able to work 5 days then but no, I've to put off that thought for now. Right now, I have a goal and I need the money. So... Good luck to myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6657168412331818467?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6657168412331818467/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6657168412331818467' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6657168412331818467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6657168412331818467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/10/money-does-make-world-goes-round.html' title='Money does make the world goes round.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-7158870852504039940</id><published>2011-06-13T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:32:47.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Ohio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello friends! I wont be updating here on my trip! Everything will be at pagesofmytraveldiary.wordpress.com. So yea, visit that alrights! And Ive not completed my Taiwan trip posts. Hahahas. But nevermind, will do that when I have the time. Im still alive and kicking and it's damn cold here! Okay, read more at the other blog kae! Oh and you can leave comments there! Anw, I just posted a few posts for the happenings for the past few days there. And I'll add photos soon! Hahhas. Those posts were typed in my room where I had no Wifi. So yea. hahahas. Bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-7158870852504039940?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7158870852504039940/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=7158870852504039940' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7158870852504039940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7158870852504039940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-from-ohio.html' title='Hello from Ohio!'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-6822805362131892386</id><published>2011-05-24T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:55:33.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's those days where we sit around and do nothing. It's the moments we laugh so hard, we cry. It's the way we look at each other and know what's going through each other's mind. It's those stupid pictures and the jokes. Those are the reasons we're best friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read this on tumblr and immediately images of my friends came into my mind. How we always come out with the lamest thing to say. Like the other day with Jo, Joy and Nick, when we were talking about packing for my trip and Jo came up with the funniest idea and I continued to pile on it. Hahahas. Totally laughed till our stomach hurt. And the joke that 761 laughed at me for YEARS. Yes srsly, they just will never forget that. Okay, I'm a joke. Hahahas. And many many other things! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, had dinner with my ex-colleagues from SemCC. Been really long and really appreciate the fact that they still did not forget me! Hahahas. There's been lots of changes after I left, lots of people left and all. But well, the memories there are unforgettable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My schedule up till the day I leave is kind of packed and I feel so guilty that I'm not spending as much time as possible with my family. And so from now on, I shall stop any more appts coming in. Hahahas. Gosh, I'm left with so little time. ): Suddenly feel the fear of leaving my house, leaving my comfort zone for a whole 4 months. The uncertainty really scares me. In fact, it overpowers the excitement of the trip as the date draws nearer. Arghs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6822805362131892386?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6822805362131892386/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6822805362131892386' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6822805362131892386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6822805362131892386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/05/angels.html' title='Angels.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-291312485378571974</id><published>2011-04-05T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T01:24:04.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk while we still can.</title><content type='html'>You know the recent news about the 14 year old thai girl falling into e train tracks and losing her legs because they were crushed so badly. This got me thinking, life is indeed unpredictable. We really can't guess what it has for us in the next moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought, what if one day you never wake up from your sleep anymore, what if one day you just collapse and everything just ends, what if you suddenly lose e ability to walk, to talk, to eat, to listen, to see, or to write. I'm sure the girl didn't expect herself to wake up and realize that she can never ever walk again. That she can never have a life she used to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know the exact point I'm trying to bring across here. But probably it's to treasure whatever we have now. Even the simplest thing. The things we just take for granted every single day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-291312485378571974?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/291312485378571974/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=291312485378571974' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/291312485378571974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/291312485378571974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/04/walk-while-we-still-can.html' title='Walk while we still can.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-248993030799785109</id><published>2011-04-03T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:17:19.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Sunday.</title><content type='html'>My typical Sunday includes sleeping in, waking up to a late brunch, reading 2 days worth of papers, trying to keep myself updated with the world. It also includes the thought of studying, with the keyword here being thought. You know the act doesn't really happen. Hahahas. That's basically my Sunday. What about yours? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-248993030799785109?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/248993030799785109/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=248993030799785109' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/248993030799785109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/248993030799785109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/04/typical-sunday.html' title='Typical Sunday.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-6206906111243372712</id><published>2011-03-26T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:27:02.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take for granted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dS4Jb8TnfX8/TYzBsdsfoyI/AAAAAAAAA74/HB1ZtkDOKII/s1600/tumblr_lgm8skGq7g1qf7ikto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dS4Jb8TnfX8/TYzBsdsfoyI/AAAAAAAAA74/HB1ZtkDOKII/s400/tumblr_lgm8skGq7g1qf7ikto1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588054207289598754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gorgeous pair of heels, dont you think so? Perfect colour. The elegance it presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not in the right mind to blog right now. Not after the few continuous weeks of studying and working. And definitely not after the 5.5hours long revision lecture today. I love the British accent but after too long, it got into rattling. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6206906111243372712?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6206906111243372712/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6206906111243372712' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6206906111243372712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6206906111243372712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/take-for-granted.html' title='take for granted.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-dS4Jb8TnfX8/TYzBsdsfoyI/AAAAAAAAA74/HB1ZtkDOKII/s72-c/tumblr_lgm8skGq7g1qf7ikto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-9072961954243128331</id><published>2011-03-11T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:34:42.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here comes all the natural disasters. The quake in Japan is really bad. Watching the news and seeing all the damage. How everything just becomes ruins... My whole twitter timeline is flooded w tsunami warnings in so many parts of the world. As much as I'm thankful I'm in Singapore, I pray for all those who are overseas, all the people in Japan and all those in all affected areas to be safe. And for tsunami to not struck. This is scary... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-9072961954243128331?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9072961954243128331/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=9072961954243128331' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/9072961954243128331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/9072961954243128331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-comes-all-natural-disasters.html' title=''/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-758337316622892641</id><published>2011-03-08T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:35:45.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm always spoiling everything.</title><content type='html'>I shouldnt have said that. Why am I so insensitive? I should've known. I should think before I say. Now youre disappointed. I know even though you don't say a word. But I ain't entirely in the wrong. Just bad timing. Still, I'm sorry. I know you cared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-758337316622892641?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/758337316622892641/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=758337316622892641' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/758337316622892641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/758337316622892641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-always-spoiling-everything.html' title='I&amp;#39;m always spoiling everything.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2785928025897347811</id><published>2011-03-05T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:19:51.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for better or for worse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Havent really have much entertainment or really spend a day without books in the past one week. I dont know if you call that hardworking or what, but it did got to a point of literally craving for entertainment. You know in the Sims game where you stop your character from any form of entertainment and they go crazy? Yea picture that. But you may say that a movie and 4 episodes of grey's anatomy have been more than enough. So from tomorrow onwards, it's going to be back to the books again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being hardworking for the past one week, I have no idea where the motivation came from but I was sort of amazed by myself for having the self control to sit at my desk for hours and hours. But I still feel unprepared after the papers. Hahahas. Talk about productivity. Anyhoo, there's still 2 more theory papers and I really suck at theory things. There's 6 days for me to squeeze whatever information I can into this brain of mine and I certainly hope it works. So yea, wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and you know the thing about feeling relieved and counting down to the last day of your papers? I dont really feel that way because it just keep reminding me that the real exams that's gonna determine everything is getting nearer and nearer to me. And to be entirely honest, it creeps me out. The fact that I feel like I didnt do any of the papers that Ive done over the past week well doesnt help in any way.  But still I'm gonna tell myself that it will be over soon. One day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what, I sort of feel like I'm retreating, starting to not like sharing things with others anymore. Probably not not like but just feel like no one is interested so why bother? That's the kind of feeling you get when you feel like everyone starts to have someone more important and you dont matter anymore. It doesnt matter if you're always there for them or not, because at the end of the day you just feel like you're not important. To anyone. Okay, whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the best to all having papers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2785928025897347811?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2785928025897347811/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2785928025897347811' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2785928025897347811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2785928025897347811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-better-or-for-worse.html' title='for better or for worse.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-4432287056365972082</id><published>2011-02-15T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:20:48.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How special is valentine's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A day just like any others. An unexpected text that brought about a smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Valentine's day is to me just a silly day where you get to see guys carrying flowers and gifts to confess to the ones they like. Or the day where you see exceptionally lots of couples on the streets. And flower shops blooming with business. Hahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-4432287056365972082?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4432287056365972082/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=4432287056365972082' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4432287056365972082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4432287056365972082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-special-is-valentine.html' title='How special is valentine&amp;#39;s.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2082966871196433207</id><published>2011-02-13T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:21:03.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a year. A year of not knowing what's going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I got the worst moment in my life to date. When I looked at mum's expression when she answered the phone. I was so afraid it was what happened 2 years ago. But thank god it's not. It was something bad as well. Something so unexpected and so unbelievable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2082966871196433207?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2082966871196433207/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2082966871196433207' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2082966871196433207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2082966871196433207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-going-on.html' title='What&amp;#39;s going on.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-1220424871161414480</id><published>2011-02-12T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:01:37.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well i didnt mean for it to get as far as it did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lZ9SsKrAevM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-1220424871161414480?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1220424871161414480/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=1220424871161414480' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1220424871161414480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1220424871161414480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-i-didnt-mean-to-get-as-far-as-it.html' title='well i didnt mean for it to get as far as it did.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/lZ9SsKrAevM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-7558154057633860543</id><published>2011-02-06T21:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:39:07.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long long time ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scrolled through my recent posts and realised that I havent been updating about events happening in my life and my posts lack photos! Supposed to be able to scroll back and remember things. So I've decided to update on some of the events. Of course the first one would be your highness's birthday! Wakaka. I updated about the day but without the photos. So here you go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mad for Garlic with 761&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6liky_dvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/8DCrcoEMHNY/s400/IMG_6090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6k1_07PeI/AAAAAAAAA24/U9uQuAaWPwY/s400/IMG_6082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very yummy caesar salad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6k2Hq_VpI/AAAAAAAAA3A/-3fyly7b_DI/s400/IMG_6085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garlic bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6k2V6sSUI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yBvVg9jQAvg/s400/IMG_6086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow pizza. Comes with shrimps and pineapple. Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6k2_wO8gI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/GeVhXOjyVOE/s400/IMG_6088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lobster Pasta. Too creamy for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6ljOc7-lI/AAAAAAAAA3g/8Opy-QcDiQM/s400/IMG_6095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy diner 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6ljty3qZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/wHK_tqelwf4/s400/IMG_6096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy diner 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6ntmvHLSI/AAAAAAAAA4A/v70KzovIYF8/s1600/IMG_6102.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6ntmvHLSI/AAAAAAAAA4A/v70KzovIYF8/s400/IMG_6102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570574191037984034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6lkf-bW6I/AAAAAAAAA34/aOw1pPpuplQ/s1600/IMG_6101.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6lkf-bW6I/AAAAAAAAA34/aOw1pPpuplQ/s400/IMG_6101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570571835581094818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;761 missing that 1 who is in Perth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know it's amazing that we are still in touch after 4 years. Although some things have changed and we aint as close to each other anymore. And some are always missing from the gatherings, but whoever stays should still be treasured. Kudos to our friendship! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TP CYA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU60DTSK6tI/AAAAAAAAA4g/hsRyszi9PFM/s1600/75344_10150115485569012_749134011_7624022_7186578_n.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU60DTSK6tI/AAAAAAAAA4g/hsRyszi9PFM/s400/75344_10150115485569012_749134011_7624022_7186578_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570587757912976082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The candle didnt come with a stand so I had to hold it like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU60DEEnUgI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/iCUi-pYjIqk/s1600/72553_10150115485599012_749134011_7624023_5741796_n.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU60DEEnUgI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/iCUi-pYjIqk/s400/72553_10150115485599012_749134011_7624023_5741796_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570587753829585410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU60CytqieI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/05aHgvV6PR4/s1600/73201_10150115485359012_749134011_7624018_6469490_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU60CytqieI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/05aHgvV6PR4/s400/73201_10150115485359012_749134011_7624018_6469490_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570587749169924578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicky who bought the little cupcake! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU60CmB_HpI/AAAAAAAAA4I/kK3QMmNU7Gc/s1600/74066_10150115486319012_749134011_7624048_3610062_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU60CmB_HpI/AAAAAAAAA4I/kK3QMmNU7Gc/s400/74066_10150115486319012_749134011_7624048_3610062_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570587745765498514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the team with Jocelyn and Reen missing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The SJ Girls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65wDWzmMI/AAAAAAAAA6w/v1Cb25YNmtE/s1600/73459_444960356547_564656547_5893103_5666776_n.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65wDWzmMI/AAAAAAAAA6w/v1Cb25YNmtE/s400/73459_444960356547_564656547_5893103_5666776_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570594024289704130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went by what brought us together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65vuhcrsI/AAAAAAAAA6o/GbHNHo1hIV8/s1600/71950_444961071547_564656547_5893150_8205269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65vuhcrsI/AAAAAAAAA6o/GbHNHo1hIV8/s400/71950_444961071547_564656547_5893150_8205269_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570594018697195202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kept thinking they were going to send me up something. Now I look stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65vLHiYrI/AAAAAAAAA6g/VmM2U9G4R6U/s1600/72272_444961536547_564656547_5893158_5531268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65vLHiYrI/AAAAAAAAA6g/VmM2U9G4R6U/s400/72272_444961536547_564656547_5893158_5531268_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570594009193276082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65IzvZc5I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8lIfOKlTpSM/s1600/73576_444961546547_564656547_5893159_4281366_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65IzvZc5I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8lIfOKlTpSM/s400/73576_444961546547_564656547_5893159_4281366_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570593350082982802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is something Kaiqi will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65IRQyGDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ad5icn6EmsU/s1600/40141_444960816547_564656547_5893130_6515271_n.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65IRQyGDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ad5icn6EmsU/s400/40141_444960816547_564656547_5893130_6515271_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570593340827768882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65H_HZzdI/AAAAAAAAA6I/NFv_aKTI_P4/s1600/73612_444960876547_564656547_5893135_5571082_n.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65H_HZzdI/AAAAAAAAA6I/NFv_aKTI_P4/s400/73612_444960876547_564656547_5893135_5571082_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570593335956590034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The many retarded picts that I didnt know were taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65HoEHNxI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Wgv7CNZai8k/s1600/74485_444962661547_564656547_5893233_1847608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65HoEHNxI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Wgv7CNZai8k/s400/74485_444962661547_564656547_5893233_1847608_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570593329768773394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the girl who got scared by Kaiqi or Kahhwee. Hahahahahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65HYpakwI/AAAAAAAAA54/md8uusrQlyU/s1600/40743_444962811547_564656547_5893243_6062131_n.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU65HYpakwI/AAAAAAAAA54/md8uusrQlyU/s400/40743_444962811547_564656547_5893243_6062131_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570593325630264066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our favourite! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU633NRQLNI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_Zt8ckSq6tY/s1600/37939_444962496547_564656547_5893216_4302701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU633NRQLNI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_Zt8ckSq6tY/s400/37939_444962496547_564656547_5893216_4302701_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570591948186594514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6321OAnUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/9X6YHs3w9ak/s1600/67720_444962626547_564656547_5893230_3514153_n.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6321OAnUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/9X6YHs3w9ak/s400/67720_444962626547_564656547_5893230_3514153_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570591941730540866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tower of fear which was crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU632X4Dw3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/pUEQXPsOarw/s1600/33484_444962931547_564656547_5893251_5567942_n.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU632X4Dw3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/pUEQXPsOarw/s400/33484_444962931547_564656547_5893251_5567942_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570591933853844338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU632RLgr3I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/og_d6Hu9wFE/s1600/66652_444963226547_564656547_5893273_4994160_n.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU632RLgr3I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/og_d6Hu9wFE/s400/66652_444963226547_564656547_5893273_4994160_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570591932056383346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love these girls! It's funny how we didnt get in touch with each other for so long and yet we could still be so close to one another. With them it's always laughter, fun and more fun. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pri. Sch Mates.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And not forgetting these lovely ones. At least a decade of friendship! Photos are missing the guys and Wenying! The guys are camera-shy and WY hardly joins us for the very impromptu gatherings as she is a cinderella. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU68rKyhGsI/AAAAAAAAA7g/I82PxMCucB4/s1600/154890_458739963866_645308866_5649880_3278218_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU68rKyhGsI/AAAAAAAAA7g/I82PxMCucB4/s400/154890_458739963866_645308866_5649880_3278218_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570597238920518338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU68qmz0i5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/2VxxPYua02c/s1600/74240_458740098866_645308866_5649888_2100750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU68qmz0i5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/2VxxPYua02c/s400/74240_458740098866_645308866_5649888_2100750_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570597229262310290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU68qEVn5UI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OlkRTW_E3LU/s1600/154859_1595724490242_1149850945_31468525_3304043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU68qEVn5UI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OlkRTW_E3LU/s1600/154859_1595724490242_1149850945_31468525_3304043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU68qEVn5UI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OlkRTW_E3LU/s400/154859_1595724490242_1149850945_31468525_3304043_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570597220008846658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU68qEVn5UI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OlkRTW_E3LU/s1600/154859_1595724490242_1149850945_31468525_3304043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for my birthday! Not forgetting my other loved ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jo, Joy, Nick.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6-DbfqyJI/AAAAAAAAA7o/f9J6uV-WIJE/s1600/IMG_6030.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6-DbfqyJI/AAAAAAAAA7o/f9J6uV-WIJE/s400/IMG_6030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570598755233351826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how we are able to meet often! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maddy Calista.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6-PvAHxEI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ZzZx3LOHkr0/s1600/73923_457391408690_666033690_5778216_2095196_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6-PvAHxEI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ZzZx3LOHkr0/s400/73923_457391408690_666033690_5778216_2095196_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570598966628172866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont get to meet you much but still love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alrights, I still have many other events to update about! Things like Sinee's Birthday, Christmas, New Year, and the most recent 761 gathering! (: But for now, goodnight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Updated on my trip too! &lt;a href="http://pagesofmytraveldiary.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://pagesofmytraveldiary.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5769582946559768317-7558154057633860543?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7558154057633860543/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=7558154057633860543' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7558154057633860543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7558154057633860543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-long-time-ago.html' title='a long long time ago.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TU6liky_dvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/8DCrcoEMHNY/s72-c/IMG_6090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-1213903701684458787</id><published>2011-02-05T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T02:12:20.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being thankful.</title><content type='html'>Im thankful for everything I have now and everything that's still in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-1213903701684458787?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1213903701684458787/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=1213903701684458787' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1213903701684458787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1213903701684458787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-thankful.html' title='Being thankful.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-339292975942206031</id><published>2011-01-30T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:20:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello my dear friends! I know it's been long since this little space has been updated! Hardly ever find the time to even turn on my computer! Now that technology has gotten the best of us, Iphone has overtaken laptops. I usually use my phone to surf the usual social networking sites and then that's all. Turning my lappie on has become such a chore as age has caused my dear lappie to work at a speed slower than I can ever described. Dont even dare to think about getting a new one as I have no moolahhhh! It's amazing how fast technology advanced. 4 years ago, I got the fastest processor intel centrino duo, now they have moved on to 'I have no idea what'. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been a mad day or rather week. Worked consecutively everyday since last Sunday. If you think that today was a breather for me, hell no. Woke up early to run some errands. Supposed to be auntie and get to the bank by 830am but the lazy soul in me just wanted to lie in bed a little more. So I ended there at 10am and the queue was OMG CRAZY. Took me 1 and a half hours in the queue. Luckily I had a book with me. Didnt even make it in time for school. Went only at 1.30pm when my class starts at 12. Class till 630pm. Had a Stats test and I'm sure the lecturer will faint when he marks everyone's papers. Hahahahhahahas. Stats was as usual confusion class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Home for dinner and then started my baking session! Made peanut cookies! And tomorrow is a whole day of baking too and then dinner with the 761 girls! Been long! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, Day 2 Part 1 of my trip has been updated &lt;a href="http://pagesofmytraveldiary.wordpress.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-339292975942206031?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/339292975942206031/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=339292975942206031' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/339292975942206031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/339292975942206031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/belief.html' title='belief.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-8697688866756832822</id><published>2011-01-09T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:55:15.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over it? srsly?</title><content type='html'>It's scary how the same things can bother me even after years. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm beginning to hate dreams. Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-8697688866756832822?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8697688866756832822/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=8697688866756832822' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8697688866756832822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8697688866756832822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/over-it-srsly.html' title='over it? srsly?'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-4773353166678536881</id><published>2011-01-07T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:58:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things will never be the same again.</title><content type='html'>Why is everyone getting attached? Hahahas. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do things behind other's back? Why involve others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, 2 very different things. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-4773353166678536881?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4773353166678536881/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=4773353166678536881' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4773353166678536881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4773353166678536881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-will-never-be-same-again.html' title='things will never be the same again.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5994658828920592678</id><published>2011-01-03T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:59:18.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not like many others, I have never been one that is close to my grandparents. Never got to see my paternal grandma. My paternal grandpa passed away when I was pretty young, not an age that you would be filial to. And all I could rmb about him was that he was bed-ridden and when my cousin and I played hide and seek and hid in his room, he will bring out his walking cane and threaten us with it cause he didnt want us to run around in the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My maternal grandparents. They have never been on the best terms. They would not talk to each other and they would fight most of the time. I have no idea what my grandpa did but everyone in the house seems to not like him. So to me, I have never had the kind of grandparents love. The kind that everyone else seems to have. The loving old couples. And having everyone over to celebrate their birthdays. I dont even know how old they are now. I guess that's probably why I dont have that much of respect to elderly as what others have and I cant communicate with them that much. Srsly, throw me to an elderly and I will not know what to do. Sometimes I do wonder how I'll be different if I've been closer to my grandparents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But one thing I know is that I want my future children to be close to my parents. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That aside, I've updated on my Day 1 of Taipei @&lt;a href="http://pagesofmytraveldiary.wordpress.com"&gt; http://pagesofmytraveldiary.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-5994658828920592678?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5994658828920592678/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5994658828920592678' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5994658828920592678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5994658828920592678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/family.html' title='family.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2663957030249899008</id><published>2011-01-02T01:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:28:24.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another 365 days all over again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello lovelies! I'm back from my 11days of holiday! I hope you guys missed me as much as I missed all of you! I missed movie dates, gatherings and all there. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was uploading all my photos from 10 thousand years ago and i realised i never did blog about them. I shall do that bit by bit! Uploading the photos is such a chore! ): Then I have the photos from the trip too. Hahahas. And I have essay to complete. Lols. What a start to a new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Celebrated new year over at a friend's house with my pri sch mates. I would say it wasnt as fun as usual. But at least we kept the drinking under control. Only one person got high. Okay, that's about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe let's round up 2010 a bit. Was it an eventful year? Not really har? The year started with me still doing my internship in SCC.  And it was back to school. Passed my driving test, got the license. Then came some love but things always dont work out the way they should. Oh and I went for the Malacca trip with Jojo. Slacked for a bit before looking for a job. Joined AAS till now. School started end Aug, whole new studying cycle starts again. But this year, I got closer to the SJ girls, celebrated all our birthdays eventfully. And to the pri sch mates too. Loved all the late night suppers although they were so sinful. But yes, this year, I gained more close friends. (: I'm thankful for that. (: Ended the year with a trip over to TW and HK. Met up with the distant relatives that I've never met before. But everything was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh but i would not want to spend christmas in a land where all my friends aint at anymore. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly Happy New Year everyone! :D I hope 2011 will be better for everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2663957030249899008?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2663957030249899008/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2663957030249899008' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2663957030249899008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2663957030249899008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-365-days-all-over-again.html' title='another 365 days all over again.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-4943312227565362751</id><published>2010-12-19T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:56:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gonna turn in for the day after much research about the trip. Hate the feeling of not being very prepared cause the transport part is still a problem. But oh well, we shall maybe go there and ask for help. Hahas. I cant wait for beautiful land! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baking tomorrow! May everything be awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm kind of excited to meet my relatives there! Wheeeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-4943312227565362751?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4943312227565362751/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=4943312227565362751' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4943312227565362751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4943312227565362751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/gonna-turn-in-for-day-after-much.html' title=''/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2490926804739612682</id><published>2010-12-12T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:40:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the happy season of the year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allo everyone! It's been long since I last updated this space har! I could hardly find the time to even on my comp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here comes the festive season of the year. The part where time just flies past! First Christmas, then New Year, then Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day. That will already take up 3 months! Then it's gonna be exams. And it's off to USA! Muhahahas. But no, still no special someone to spend this festive season with this year. Hahahas. But oh wells, I've got friends! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've decided to set up another blog to keep a record of my travel experiences! It's pagesofmytraveldiary.wordpress.com. But this space will still be updated! That is only for travel stuff. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, off to prepare to go out! BYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2490926804739612682?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2490926804739612682/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2490926804739612682' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2490926804739612682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2490926804739612682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-season-of-year.html' title='the happy season of the year.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-8584783549349577329</id><published>2010-11-20T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:41:31.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 20th bdae gift.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all who contributed! Love all of you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/19/1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/19/s_1287.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-8584783549349577329?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8584783549349577329/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=8584783549349577329' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8584783549349577329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8584783549349577329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-20th-bdae-gift.html' title='My 20th bdae gift.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-6688710656468311677</id><published>2010-11-17T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:41:18.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When hopes are crushed again and again. When suddenly you realize you are not anyone's priorities. When everyone has someone more important than you. When you just can't think of any positive thoughts. When no one even bother to ask. When you feel like you're so alone in this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6688710656468311677?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6688710656468311677/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6688710656468311677' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6688710656468311677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6688710656468311677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/when.html' title='When.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-8373236895995399078</id><published>2010-11-11T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:28:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>equity theory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Ive been thinking, using the equity theory, my effort put in at work greatly surpasses the outcome i get. Hahahas. So at the end of the day, it will all boils down to monetary values. Why do we work? For the money isnt it? If you ask me if I enjoy going to work everyday, seriously, ask anyone, Im sure majority will ask you what do you think. Probably about only 0.01% enjoys their work. Im greatly not one of them. So I randomly mentioned about feeling that I am underpaid to my dad and he said, this is a starting job, a stepping stone to your future career. It's the experience that you gain that is priceless. Must more than the monetary value that you desire. Right now, it shouldnt be about the money, it should be about the experience. So what do all of you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and he added, maybe one day you might meet a CEO of a company who is impressed by you and employs you. Hahahas, I guess that needs rather much luck. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something else to share. On a day you feel down, think of the great few minutes or even seconds of the day you had, maybe you got a smile from a random stranger, maybe someone said thank you to you, maybe someone complimented you. A few great minutes or seconds here and there will add up to a beautiful day. So your day isnt that bad afterall. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-8373236895995399078?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8373236895995399078/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=8373236895995399078' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8373236895995399078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8373236895995399078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/equity-theory.html' title='equity theory.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-8732692374755728683</id><published>2010-11-10T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:21:52.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple gestures. Simple words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another compliment letter came in today. In the past 2 months I've had quite a number of it. It's really a morale boost at times when you feel like whatever you do is just not worth it. Perhaps these are the real returns. If I have the chance I would like to thank all these people who have took the effort to call in or write in to compliment me, to tell them how their words actually keep me going and continue serving others with my heart. Some I might remember and some I don't even do. But still, thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-8732692374755728683?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8732692374755728683/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=8732692374755728683' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8732692374755728683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8732692374755728683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/simple-gestures-simple-words.html' title='Simple gestures. Simple words.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-4041940337153416962</id><published>2010-11-08T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:40:48.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what love really means.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, it's 1am already and Im still right here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time passes really fast har! So quickly and it's a week past my birthday already. All celebrations had passed. I appreciate all the efforts all my lovely friends put in to make my day special. Thank you! Many of you, I've had in my life for almost a decade. Im thankful that we are still in touch and some of us have gotten even closer to each other than we'd been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My life, it's still the usual, school and work with some minimum free time for fun and rest. Happy this way. (: But of course, I'd prefer it without the work. Hahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a month plus to my year end holiday and research hasnt been done! Much more to do! But definitely looking forward to it! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a little something I'd like to share with everyone from a book I am reading. Appreciate the small things and moments in life. Things that money cant buy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Having more does not keep you from wanting more. And if you always want more - to be richer, more beautiful, more well known - you are missing the big picture, and I can tell you from experience, happiness will never come.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and on a side note, some words when said by others just turn out gross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would you prefer a closure or the little short moments of happiness now and then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-4041940337153416962?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4041940337153416962/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=4041940337153416962' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4041940337153416962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4041940337153416962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-love-really-means.html' title='what love really means.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-8791088629431224070</id><published>2010-11-04T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:49:09.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuttering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmb8_KsrNSQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmb8_KsrNSQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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;If anyone has this song, I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-8791088629431224070?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8791088629431224070/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=8791088629431224070' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8791088629431224070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8791088629431224070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuttering.html' title='stuttering.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-7036907383586938617</id><published>2010-11-03T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:37:27.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause you're amazing, just the way you are.</title><content type='html'>New found today. A SLS AMG cost a whopping 770k. Woots. Hahahas. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, nothing else to talk about. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-7036907383586938617?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7036907383586938617/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=7036907383586938617' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7036907383586938617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7036907383586938617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/cause-youre-amazing-just-way-you-are.html' title='cause you&apos;re amazing, just the way you are.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5795230413426406916</id><published>2010-10-31T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T02:12:38.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so here comes 20.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how we used to think that we are so old? Now whenever I see people who are 16,17, I will go like oh so young? Hahahas. So I guess 2 years later, I'll say people who are 20 are young. Anyway! I've started the self delusion of celebrating a 18th bday every year from 3 years ago. So yes, Im still 18. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Age aside. Ytd, 761 celebrated my bdae. We went to Mad for Garlic at Suntec for dinner. The pizza was good! And I like the lobster pasta too! Whee! I shall post the photos when I decide to. Hahahas. And then the initial plan was to go to Marina Barrage. But in the end they changed to the airport instead. I was dead tired from waking up at 6am. And going swimming in the afternoon. Hahas. So I was struggling to keep myself awake. Got the free bday ice cream from Swensen's for the second year. I had it last year too when I was back at SCC. Hahas. Tday, I knew of the original plan. Wonder what happened. But oh wells, it isnt the plan that matters. Im glad that we are all still able to meet up, even if it's during each other's bdays only. (: Thanks for making the effort everyone! Liza for coming down despite her exam the next day. Kahhwee and Ziyi too despite the fact that they have lots of projects and exams. Chel despite being a workaholic. Hahas. Sinee despite celebrating with me a hell lot of times. Actually no. Hahas. And not forgetting Meiyi who called me all the way from Aussie! Shall try my best to save for a trip to down under. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/1414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/s_1414.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tday, I was so tired I went back to sleep after I woke up. Hahas. Wanted to bake for the CYA peeps and for tomorrow. But was just too lazy to walk to the market to get the ingredients I lack of. So went back to sleep. And when my mum came home, she asked me why I dont have work tday. The first thought that came to my mind was why didnt I go to work tday. And then it was where am I. Hahahas. Went down to town to meet Jojo to bring her for threading and buying her friend's gift. And we learnt that everything that is in Lucky Plaza is without GST, so if ever you want to buy something from there, please be prepared if they say a diff price when you're paying as from when they first tell you the price. Hahas. Yepps, and the dear girl made me a sweet gift. Love it! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to meet the CYA peeps for dinner at Lau Par Sat again. Was for Jingting's farewell to Maldives. Had tonnes of food and we were so full after that we had to walk to the marina bay area to digest. Went to check out the ilight marina bay event and boy it was boring. Hahas. Mad got me her favourite Sunflower and it is so pretty! (: And then they bought me a cupcake too! And not forgetting the candle without the stand so I had to hold the candle and the cupcake separately. Hahahas. Thank you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/s_1415.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="210" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow, it's gonna be ECP day with the pri sch mates! Im sure it's going to be a laughter filled day again! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and it's Halloween! Went past Butter factory just now and saw everyone dressed up for Halloween, all ready to party! Interesting sight. Hahahas.&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/5769582946559768317-5795230413426406916?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5795230413426406916/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5795230413426406916' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5795230413426406916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5795230413426406916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_31.html' title='And so here comes 20.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-673033277825272057</id><published>2010-10-27T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:47:58.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arghs, was supposed to start studying the moment i got home. But I was too hungry. Really not an excuse. Hahahas. Tomorrow shall be the day yea? I'll lock myself up in the library. Deal, yingqiu? Deal. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-673033277825272057?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/673033277825272057/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=673033277825272057' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/673033277825272057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/673033277825272057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/arghs-was-supposed-to-start-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-1105583744918039702</id><published>2010-10-24T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:46:41.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night of horror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LcsOTH4OoRg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LcsOTH4OoRg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This has been a song that's got me hooked for so long. Awesome one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The main purpose of this blog post is to record down what my first 20th celebration was like. I would say it was certainly a destressing one. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we went to this fish head steamboat place at north bridge road that Sinee recommended. It was either that she has made us have too high expectations of it or that we simply have tasted better ones. But it was nice but not overly nice. Hahahas. After early dinner, I guessed we had too much time before meeting the other 2. So they suggested walking to Bugis to get koi. Which we didnt get after that. Went for Yami Yoghurt instead. Hahas. And then it was off to Tiong Bahru (which I guessed correctly) to meet Kaiqi and Kahhwee. And from then onwards I was blindfolded. And let me tell you all how horrifying it is to be in a lift and being blindfolded and not knowing that you're in a lift. It was like an empty space and I just felt so insecured. And I cried. Hahahahahahahas! Lousy I know! Hahahas. And then after that I slowly guessed that they were bringing me to some halloween thing. That's one bad thing about your bdae falling near the halloween season. Oh and I was so traumatised that I forgot to make a wish before I blew my candles! ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so it was the spooktecular thing at sentosa. Total of 4 stations and we spent majority of the time queuing. Joke of the night was Kaiqi with her mask. It was just too funny. Hahahahas! After the whole night of screaming and queuing, we were hungry and went for PRATA! Hahahas. Been long since I last had it. Slightly overpriced though. And how can I forget the lovely gift the girls got for me! Photo album was what I requested for and thankfully they did not flood it with their faces. Hahahas. And the polaroids! Have always wanted them! Thanks to whoever suggested it! Hehh. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for the night girls! I love all of you. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have several upcoming ones still. One more on Friday. Then CYA dinner on Sat, which is a farewell dinner for Jingting who is going off to Maldives. And then Sunday with the primary school mates. Wheeee. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should start scaring myself on how scary exams are going to be. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a side note, WAT is confirmed! So I'll be spending next summer in the states! Ooh lala! Although the job is not the most desirable of all, I shall just think of the travelling perks that comes along with this trip! And the amount of fats I will shed. Hahahahas. Hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And before that I have my TPE and HKG trip to look forward to! Less than 2 months to go! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and btw, we have been playing the Mac monopoly game! Hahahas. Aiming for that 80k cash! Lols! Puiyin refuses to join us but volunteered herself to be our personal trainer. HAHAHAAHAS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-1105583744918039702?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1105583744918039702/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=1105583744918039702' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1105583744918039702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1105583744918039702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/night-of-horror.html' title='the night of horror.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-170306580753276695</id><published>2010-10-17T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:05:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy pills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/17/697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/17/s_697.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="210" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wasnt in a good mood today, so I decided to do the therapeutic activity, which is baking! And it really wasnt a good idea. I was supposed to mix the butter and sugar, but ended up mixing the butter and eggs, thinking when the hell it will ever become light and fluffy. Was supposed to put 1 cup of butter but only put 1/2 a cup but I realised that after a while. And thirdly, the recipe must have sucked. Hahahas. The cookies turned out to look like happy pills but didnt taste good. So a waste of time, ingredients and effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-170306580753276695?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/170306580753276695/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=170306580753276695' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/170306580753276695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/170306580753276695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='happy pills.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2234752952083213564</id><published>2010-10-14T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:29:40.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANEL.</title><content type='html'>Hi, I want CHANEL. Hahahahas. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New goal, this blog shall continues till 10 yrs later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im becoming even more random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2234752952083213564?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2234752952083213564/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2234752952083213564' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2234752952083213564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2234752952083213564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/chanel.html' title='CHANEL.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-4610746443670124880</id><published>2010-10-13T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:28:48.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looked through my friend's WAT photos and it is already making me not being able to contain my excitement! So many places that I want to visit! I hope that budget and time will allow us to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I need to be happier these days. Thus, the need for shopping. Hahahas. Goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-4610746443670124880?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4610746443670124880/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=4610746443670124880' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4610746443670124880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4610746443670124880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/happiness.html' title='happiness.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-1296218885210023359</id><published>2010-10-13T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:59:00.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont want goodbyes. please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you find that some people, they just enter your heart and mind so easily? Like when we first know someone, there would be some sort of comfort zone that we build around ourselves. To prevent people from getting too close, and most importantly to prevent ourselves from getting hurt. But some people can get through this comfort wall of ours so easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-1296218885210023359?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1296218885210023359/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=1296218885210023359' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1296218885210023359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1296218885210023359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-want-goodbyes-please.html' title='i dont want goodbyes. please.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-773363176776800603</id><published>2010-10-09T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:34:02.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i really feel alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TLCDnShPlTI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/DFCLOs7QV5w/s1600/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TLCDnShPlTI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/DFCLOs7QV5w/s400/Picture1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526061453793006898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how life would be for you if you were born differently? If you had successful parents who are rich, if you are an orphan, if you were born so poor you cant afford most of the things you have now? How contented would you then? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think that everyone should be educated to be grateful of the things they have from young. In that way, they wouldnt take things for granted. Was watching this tv programme where they showed the lives of the orphans who lived in a developing country. They found joy in simple things in everyday life. The thing they want most is not money. It is love. And they were taught to be grateful for all they have. I think that sometimes if we count our blessings, we would be happier, we would find out that there are things that have always been there that made us happy and we never notice. We are constantly wanting things, constantly seeking more satisfaction from new things. They are never enough. The next time you feel like your life is not satisfying, be it due to any reasons, try counting your blessings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always value family time. I find it a pity that my siblings do not value family time. I would make sure that no matter how packed my week is, I will at least have one dinner together with my parents per week.  Through dinner, I will ask them questions about life. About everything. Tell them about my life. But they are never my confidant. I dont like the idea of making them worry. Today, over dinner, I asked my dad, have I ever asked you when I was young why can you smoke? He said never. Weird, I thought I would. And my mum went on to say something I did instead. She told me that I once gave my dad a smoking is bad for health brochure. HAHAHAS! You might think why the sudden question. Like random right. But I've been thinking what do parents who smoke tell their kids when they ask what are you doing? Why can you do that? Can I try it too? Put yourself in that situation and you'll find that it's hard to answer those questions isnt it? You dont want your kid to learn from you, but you cant quit either. So how do you lead by example? Hahahas. Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do many of you sometimes feel that when you want to confide in others, you will start to think that others wont understand the situation you're in, how you really are feeling? And then you just give up in talking to them and keep everything to yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been feeling rather stressed about school work. In fact, it's the first time in my entire life that I've felt this kind of stress. When I dont understand something, I'd find the thought of 'why dont I understand this? why do people understand and I dont?' creeping into my mind. And the process of scolding myself comes in. I dont like the feeling of being so lost. Of not having any directions at all? There are many points when it came to tears creeping up. I cant help but be pissed with myself. I know I shouldnt be putting so much stress on myself. But it's something that's beyond control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then there are the many things that have become memories. The things that have changed. The things that you can only start to miss but can never get back again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, Im ending this post. It's getting depressing. Hahahas. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-773363176776800603?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/773363176776800603/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=773363176776800603' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/773363176776800603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/773363176776800603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-really-feel-alright.html' title='i think i really feel alright.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TLCDnShPlTI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/DFCLOs7QV5w/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-4051046319614132488</id><published>2010-10-02T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:37:25.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone yearns for love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not someone who is good at words. I may not give the best advices. But I promise that I'll be there when my friends need me and I'll listen. I will give the emotional support. Because that's what friends are for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been sick, so plain water and vapodrops are my best friends now. Have tried the 'yi du gong du' way and many times it's proven me wrong. So no more 'du'. Hahahas. Shall be good and make myself recover soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, while boarding the bus to try to get home, I witnessed the most ridiculous actions of people. The at first orderly queue when the bus is coming soon became a scene that I was rather disgusted at once the bus doors open. I guess it's the same when it comes to trains. But somehow I felt that yesterday's was so bad. People are pushing others and giving others no chance to move, trying just to be the first few to board. No manners were shown at all. And at that moment, I felt that these people were so pathetic. The worse thing was that these were not the elderly. It was more of the middle-aged. And then I wondered, what happened that leads to these people's actions? Just how can we educate the society to just have a little more courtesy and manners? Is it something we can educate or is it just something inculcated in the people so deep that it cant be changed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-4051046319614132488?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4051046319614132488/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=4051046319614132488' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4051046319614132488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4051046319614132488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/everyone-yearns-for-love.html' title='everyone yearns for love.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5359039813919215485</id><published>2010-09-30T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T15:34:42.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going through the first time of falling sick in this year. Sighs. It's hot at a moment and then cold at another. The cold isnt external, it's like all my internal organs and blood vessels are cold. Slept all the way from 7pm last night till this morning. Power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up with the motivation to study and I started with the Maths assignment which is due tomorrow. The first question took away all my motivation after so long of trying to solve it. Hahahas. Seriously. And I feel so stupid. Hahahas. Because it's the question with the least weightage in the whole paper. Oh wells, probably later I'll look at it longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Took like 2 hours deciding on where to go for WAT and managed to narrow down to the last 3 choices. So excited for it already! And we're like talking about where to visit! Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CJ XLBs tomorrow! Although I'm a sick pig now, I'm still going tomorrow! Alive or dead. Hahahas. And it's so scary when we called in 5 days in advance and they told us it's fully booked for the dinner times. Madness. So we went for the 1015 one. Hahahas. Dinner at 1015. Hmms. Or prolly we'll go for some other steamboats at Bugis instead. Lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-5359039813919215485?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5359039813919215485/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5359039813919215485' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5359039813919215485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5359039813919215485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-6053725208677500519</id><published>2010-09-26T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:38:24.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend.</title><content type='html'>I am tempted to clean up the room again. But no, not gonna start on that. Hahahahas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to revise abit. But nope, that can wait too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what is going to happen now??? Hehe. Big Bang Theory! Woots! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad that I cant immerse in the F1 atmosphere this year. No TV broadcast, nothing. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6053725208677500519?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6053725208677500519/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6053725208677500519' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6053725208677500519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6053725208677500519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekend.html' title='weekend.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-6027824400467091987</id><published>2010-09-18T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:59:52.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ancient.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I am packing my room, I found damn ancient stuff! And when I mean ancient, they really are! Like from my grandma's young days. I think the things are at least 50 years old. Found photo albums with photos of I cant recognise who during their kampong days. The way they take photos are CLASSIC. Hahahas. And I wonder if 50 years down the road, when my grandchildren chance upon my photos, will they laugh? HAHAHAS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is why we should develop our photos! For memories! Dont just keep them in soft copies! Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay! Back to packing the room. Hahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6027824400467091987?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6027824400467091987/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6027824400467091987' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6027824400467091987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6027824400467091987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/ancient.html' title='ancient.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5475702777124821885</id><published>2010-09-14T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:22:03.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TI-SUJsodsI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KoVuEK0bDEQ/s1600/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TI-SUJsodsI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KoVuEK0bDEQ/s400/Picture1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516788943450306242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahas, this picture totally depicts how I am feeling now. Sighs, school is stressful. The constant thought that I dont want to fail anything and the push for doing well isnt helping enough in motivating me to move my ass to go and study. Sighs. And the many people telling me how I should study aint helping at all too. It just adds more stress to me. ): But oh wells, perhaps when more stress piles up, when i drop more hair, then I'll move my ass la har. Hahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-5475702777124821885?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5475702777124821885/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5475702777124821885' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5475702777124821885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5475702777124821885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/stress.html' title='stress.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TI-SUJsodsI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KoVuEK0bDEQ/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-2639844319422365113</id><published>2010-09-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:00:02.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Read the following speech. I think it's true to a great extent har.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: &lt;strong&gt;when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The good news is that they’re wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. &lt;strong&gt;We share one thing in common: &lt;span&gt;our football teams are all hopeless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess.&lt;/strong&gt; You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;The most important is this: do not work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resist the temptation to get a job. &lt;span&gt;Instead, play.&lt;/span&gt; Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role.&lt;span&gt;There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself.&lt;/span&gt; Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2639844319422365113?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2639844319422365113/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2639844319422365113' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2639844319422365113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2639844319422365113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/inspiring.html' title='inspiring.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-581360710999545481</id><published>2010-09-10T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T19:21:46.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Procrastination is getting the best of me. The thought of studying has been constantly on my mind but no action has been taken. Hahahas. I SHALL START AFTER I BLOG, AND SORT OUT MY PHOTOS. Hahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanted to go for a little hike at bukit timah hill this morning but it had to rain. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went out with mum and I bought my new huge luggage. Hahahas. Awesome for all my future trips! :D Alrightys, off to sort out my photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-581360710999545481?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/581360710999545481/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=581360710999545481' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/581360710999545481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/581360710999545481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-769404162116359230</id><published>2010-09-05T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:49:08.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my time with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im dead beat now but I dont know why am I still not going to sleep yet. Soon. Baking today made me super shagged. Like madness. Baked 3 different things. Of which hahahas, okay la, all not bad! But I think egg tarts were the best! Hahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been going for supper too much. Got to ban myself from it already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a blast. Hopefully everything goes accordingly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School has been as boring as ever. And after 2 weeks of school, I finally filed my notes neatly into files. Previously, they were just dumped around on my table. And I've found them a home too! Hahahas. Cleared out all my sec 3 and 4 things so now the cupboard can accommodate all these stuff! Got to start reading up soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am kind of excited for the year end trip already! Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont understand why some people analyze so much when all you've got to do is follow your feelings. Yes, it's true that you wont get hurt too badly that way and letting go would be so much easier. But doesnt that defeats the whole purpose and meaning of love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-769404162116359230?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/769404162116359230/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=769404162116359230' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/769404162116359230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/769404162116359230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-time-with-you.html' title='my time with you.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-4895665820385390569</id><published>2010-08-27T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:42:44.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are things that you don’t want to continue, but you are afraid to end. It’s like you don’t want to expect anything, but you’re still willing to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-4895665820385390569?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4895665820385390569/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=4895665820385390569' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4895665820385390569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4895665820385390569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-are-things-that-you-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2329026870963580013</id><published>2010-08-25T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:26:36.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone has their secret lives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After almost 1 year of not touching the books, yes starting from internship onwards, I havent really studied or sat in a proper class (not counting my french class), going back to sit through a class was torturous. To make it worse, the lecturers. My goodness. It was like 6 hours of chanting. With 4 hours of break in between the 3 hours each. Hahahas. And tomorrow it's deja vu. There's only one word to describe the classes I had today - ennuyeux. My mind was literally yelling 'get me out of here'. Hahahahas. I guess that's what happen after you lose touch with studies for so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I hope that my other 2 lecturers are erm at least more interesting??? Hahahas. Okay, my mind is damn tired. I think I need some Big Bang Theory now. Cant do anything else. And I shall crash after that. Goodnight everyone! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2329026870963580013?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2329026870963580013/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2329026870963580013' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2329026870963580013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2329026870963580013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/everyone-has-their-secret-lives.html' title='everyone has their secret lives.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-8561827680919435507</id><published>2010-08-24T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:57:57.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HELLO EVERYONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How's life been for all of you, my dear friends? I'm finally getting my one-day of rest at home after all the working for months! School's starting tomorrow! Kind of not really looking forward to it cause I havent been using the brain for so long and I personally think that work has taken away most of my intelligence away. Hahhaas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, my year-end TPE plus HKG trip is confirmed! Although there were some screw-ups on the TPE hotel side and it kind of ate up more of my budget, everything is finally confirmed. Looking forward to it already! And you know what I love about this trip? All the shopping and the exceptionally cooling weather! Wheeee. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We actually went to source for like F&amp;amp;E travel packages at Chinatown on Saturday and to our disappointment, they all quoted us around 1.6k, which is day-light robbery. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Sunday, I stayed home and went out for very last minute decided dimsum and durian supper! With XY and KH! Hahahs. Poor KH had to sit there and watch us eat our durians cause she doesnt eat! Muhahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went out with Maddy yesterday! Been so long! And we went to do what we used to always do! Kbox! Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I shall be back to update on how boring school is when I experience it alrights! Hahahas. Esp when lectures are now 3 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Au revoir! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-8561827680919435507?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8561827680919435507/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=8561827680919435507' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8561827680919435507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8561827680919435507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/great.html' title='great.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-4448402471891493454</id><published>2010-08-14T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:17:32.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-pitying in process.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched YOG opening ceremony last night on teevee! The fireworks were good! But so sad I wasnt there. The fireworks on the day I went was damn cui can! Today they put like it's free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a really great Saturday today, relaxing at home, not doing anything much. Been long since I have this kind of day. Slept at 8pm last night, and woke up at 12pm. Muhahahaas. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the whole of this holiday I had, especially these few recent months when myself and most of my close friends are all working and leading our own lives, I  looked back and realised how much we havent been catching up with each other. I have so much cooped up inside me that I no longer want to talk about them anymore. And suddenly, I feel lonely. I look at everyone and realise they have others. It's so sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I also realised that it's true that when the trust between 2 persons are broken, you can no  longer trust this person fully anymore. Everytime you talk, there's like a barrier being built up and your mind starts running and analyzing which sentence from this person is actually true. And everything begin to seem fake and superficial. It's like nothing is the same anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was when I look at how happy everyone is that I realised how unhappy I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-4448402471891493454?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4448402471891493454/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=4448402471891493454' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4448402471891493454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4448402471891493454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/self-pitying-in-process.html' title='Self-pitying in process.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5994843319208610139</id><published>2010-08-13T06:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:49:23.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good morning everyone! Hope everyone isn't haven a grumpy morning like me. I'm grumpy because I didn't catch enough sleep (it'll never ever be enough). Hahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tried catching e meteor shower last night but no luck. Saw alot of faint stars though. And half the time I was thinking if my eyes were playing a trick on me. Hahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for the YOG opening ceremony. Got some VIP seats right smack in front of the stage. (: I would say the performances are really creative. Didn't stay for the fireworks though. ): but anyhow, I'm gonna catch e broadcast on teevee this Saturday! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the upcoming weekend! I finally have nothing scheduled and so I'm gonna have a lazy weekend! Wasting my time away. Muhahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And on a side note, I can't wait for December! I want t get out of Singapore and go on a long holiday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-5994843319208610139?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5994843319208610139/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5994843319208610139' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5994843319208610139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5994843319208610139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/grumpy.html' title='Grumpy.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5253195891543718411</id><published>2010-08-08T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:40:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damaged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everytime I step into F21, I'd step out damaged. Heavily damaged. Arghs. Got a dress and a top again from the trip there. Wrong choice to step in there. The rate new clothes are flowing into my wardrobe is scary. I just cleared out 2 bags of old clothes. How how how? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just got back from Jasmine's 21st birthday. Didnt manage to catch the last train so cab was the only other way home. Was pretty glad that I knew most of those in her clique and Sinee and Madeline were there. So it wasnt weird. It makes me wonder, should I have a 21st birthday party next year? It seems like a once in a lifetime thing though. But the thought of all the planning, all the confirming of guest list, the food, and everything, like how are you going to entertain all your guests (although everyone will just entertain themselves), just puts me off. But it's nice though, getting all your close friends together. Nevermind, I have more than a year to think. I havent even gone past my 20th. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-5253195891543718411?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5253195891543718411/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5253195891543718411' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5253195891543718411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5253195891543718411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/damaged.html' title='damaged.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-7594222313731643077</id><published>2010-08-02T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:52:47.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spoilt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so bothered by the fact that my manicure is spoilt within hours after it's been done! ): I am so not going to save on the quick dry coat next time. Sighs. It's just one finger but oh wells, it's still bothersome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, aim of the month, to wear everything in my wardrobe. Hahahas. You think I will succeed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay I dont have much to say. So till next time! ;D Bonsoir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-7594222313731643077?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7594222313731643077/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=7594222313731643077' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7594222313731643077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7594222313731643077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/spoilt.html' title='spoilt.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-3811760789524445646</id><published>2010-07-25T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:22:39.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the journey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TEv_STLis1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/2tMEmmL-3I0/s1600/tumblr_l5xsjgYBbi1qcn71ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TEv_STLis1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/2tMEmmL-3I0/s320/tumblr_l5xsjgYBbi1qcn71ko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497768459987235666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is so pretty! I would love to have a room like that! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for Jojo's family chalet on Friday. Felt weird about the idea at first but oh well, it turned out well. Was amazed by the kids though. The way they behaved, the way they speak and the things they say. Made me wonder if I was like that in the past. It's always funny when more than 1 tries to talk to you at the same time. Hahahas. It was great and really a stress-free night. Thanks! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for the movie Inception yesterday with dear Sinee. Watching the movie after only 2 hours of sleep is a torture. Reason being, this movie played with the mind and required you to think. Also, sitting at the 3rd row from the front didnt make it any better. Hahahas. But it was a good movie, just like how everyone reviewed it. (: Thanks girl for the gifts from Phuket yea? Please take care of your skin! They look depressed! Hahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didnt crash straight away when I got home. I waited for Ms Wangahyi's arrival to borrow my oven and baking stuff. Mummy was so funny when I told her that my friend is borrowing the oven and all the baking stuffs. She went borrow need to pay rent one. Hahahas. Anyway, that woman came with Koi and Rocher Tauhuay! Perfect supper. Hahahas. Thanks! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Sunday and I always feel like I waste my Sundays away. I simply cant find anything to do and dont feel like doing anything. Sleeping would make me feel like I waste it more. Going out would make me feel really tired. Hahahas. So it's a simply nua day. Hahaha. Recently at work, my whole dept, including my sup and exec are all nua-ing. Hahahas. Next week, it's going to be a change of work environment yet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a random note, it's end of July already. Time passes at an alarming rate. So scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's never about the destination. It's always been about the journey. Perhaps this answers my question of all time. &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/5769582946559768317-3811760789524445646?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3811760789524445646/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=3811760789524445646' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3811760789524445646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3811760789524445646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/journey.html' title='the journey.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TEv_STLis1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/2tMEmmL-3I0/s72-c/tumblr_l5xsjgYBbi1qcn71ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-3210116585240436311</id><published>2010-07-21T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:19:30.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Si je pouvais faire un vœu en ce moment, je voudrais que vous soyez ici.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-3210116585240436311?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3210116585240436311/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=3210116585240436311' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3210116585240436311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3210116585240436311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-je-pouvais-faire-un-vu-en-ce-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-6354913319953107715</id><published>2010-07-18T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:24:45.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repetition of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm getting tired of everything. You know sometimes you will just get this feeling? This feeling of lethargic-ness, and you just want to stop doing everything, lie there stare into the blank space and just let your mind drift. I guess perhaps I need a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a danger in loving somebody too much,&lt;br /&gt;and it’s sad when you know it’s your heart you can’t trust. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6354913319953107715?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6354913319953107715/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6354913319953107715' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6354913319953107715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6354913319953107715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/but-theres-danger-in-loving-somebody.html' title='Repetition of life.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-8744522113832294611</id><published>2010-07-16T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:42:04.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chalet with the sj girls was a success, or rather Kahhwee's birthday surprise! Hahahas. But I seriously think that we should officially strike alcohol off all gatherings in the future. It spoils everything after that cause everyone will just crash. Yesterday was the first time I had so much alcohol, and somemore it was absolut vodka. But. I wasnt drunk. Luckily. But now the rashes are here to visit. BBQ was great, we couldnt finish the food though. And I just realise that I forgot to bring home my mum's tongs! She must be wondering how come her tongs are getting lesser. Cause each time I bring it to a BBQ, it never return. Lols. Oh and to think that I wanted to crawl to work after the chalet. I put off the idea cause I realised I'll look like a zombie at work and scare all my customers away. And I didnt want to end up rattling nonsense. Hahahas. So I texted Joelle to have the day off. Although she very calmly replied me ok, I should prepare for when I see her on Monday. Hahahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had wanted to plan for a short overseas trip before school starts, but no news from the rest so I decided to work and earn more money instead. Lols. Money is so needed to sustain my never-ending need to shop and my wish to travel. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I've been so lazy I am finding it a chore to type this entry. So yes it's ending here. Bye!&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/5769582946559768317-8744522113832294611?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8744522113832294611/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=8744522113832294611' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8744522113832294611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8744522113832294611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/surprise-surprise.html' title='surprise surprise.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-8884965289627998991</id><published>2010-07-14T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:26:44.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only money falls from the sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omg, Dad mentioned about getting a car. Let's hope this comes trueeeeeeeee! But the concern once again is money. Sighs. But he was thinking of selling his van to my uncle then changing to a car. Hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, today I've made a decision. I decided that I need to take a break from customer service job. So I'm going back to Semcc for the month of August. Then when school starts, I'm going to work part-time back at AAS. Yeps, sounds like a plan. So like when school starts, I'll be able to work for at least 2 days since 4 modules mean 4 classes? Yeps, so average a month I would still have like 400 of income? Good to save up for my europe trip. Hahahas, I have decided, since I didnt get to go this year due to money issue, I shall save up for it and make it come true next year! And not to forget the upcoming taiwan trip this december. :D Money money, why cant I ever get enough of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and speaking of which, I am suddenly reminded of shopping! I think F21 is evil can?! They keep having new stuff which makes me want to spend each time  I visit them! Arghs. The other day I saw this green dress that is so nice! But it's like 40 bucks and both se and xy said that I shouldnt buy! But up till today I'm still thinking of it. Oh man. Okay the next time I visit it, if they still have my size, I'm getting it. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay that's all for today peeps! Gonna sleep already! Goodnight! :D Oh and I'm excited about the chalet tomorrow!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-8884965289627998991?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8884965289627998991/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=8884965289627998991' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8884965289627998991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8884965289627998991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-only-money-falls-from-sky.html' title='if only money falls from the sky.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-3277662780756783637</id><published>2010-07-11T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:23:11.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, photos in my camera! I realise that my camera seems to be dropping in performance. The photos dont turn out as nice as before anymore. Sighs. Anyway! Below are pictures from Liza's 20th, Sending Reen off to Aussie, and the most recent kh and zy's 20th! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking at all the photos, I realised that I look so pale in yesterday's photos. What's wrong man! Hahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm very lazy to elaborate on things. So shall not go into details alrights? Went for depicable me and then dimsum yesterday! The movie was good! Had a good laugh! :D And the animations were good too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a side note, I think that some guys are just so ridiculous and egoistic. Sighs, nothing to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone seems to be hyped up about going for orientation and stuff like that. But all these things just dont interest me at all. Many says that you've got to make friends through these camps and all so that you will have friends when school starts. So.. I'm going to be a loner in school. ): &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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqdsRMxWI/AAAAAAAAA14/gCh5WhqD4Os/s1600/IMG_4774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqdsRMxWI/AAAAAAAAA14/gCh5WhqD4Os/s400/IMG_4774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492679016375436642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqdAPa2_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/0ghbbQ_yd1E/s1600/IMG_4891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqdAPa2_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/0ghbbQ_yd1E/s400/IMG_4891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492679004556811250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqclZtzuI/AAAAAAAAA1o/wLuiydgLQgY/s1600/IMG_4898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqclZtzuI/AAAAAAAAA1o/wLuiydgLQgY/s400/IMG_4898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492678997352238818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqcG8u5uI/AAAAAAAAA1g/acr_in7szQQ/s1600/IMG_4910.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqcG8u5uI/AAAAAAAAA1g/acr_in7szQQ/s400/IMG_4910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492678989177612002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqbv_OZ0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OI3_4oPEjFo/s1600/IMG_4926.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqbv_OZ0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OI3_4oPEjFo/s400/IMG_4926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492678983014049602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-3277662780756783637?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3277662780756783637/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=3277662780756783637' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3277662780756783637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3277662780756783637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/recents.html' title='recents.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TDnqdsRMxWI/AAAAAAAAA14/gCh5WhqD4Os/s72-c/IMG_4774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-1270095353675587752</id><published>2010-06-27T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:41:13.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyramid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello my dear girls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been raining badly recently these days and many are getting sick! If any of you are, please take care of yourselves kae! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lots of birthdays going on this month. I havent had a break from birthday celebrations since the start of this month. Why are so many people born in the month of June? Make me broke only. Somemore, there are 2 more upcoming ones in July. Hahhaas. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me see what have I been doing recently apart from working. On Friday met up with the CYA girls as a farewell to Reen who is leaving for Adelaide to study. That girl never fail to remind me of Blair Waldorf. Hahahas. Had a great night at Lau pa sat although I totally stinked after that. And I managed to meet up with dear Nicky after so long! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Sunday was Xinyi's 21st celebration. I think the bungee was really a crazy idea but the girls were cool with it. Another great night out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night was Wenying's birthday celebration. Had wanted to light the candles outside then surprise her but the guys are total spoiler so there goes the surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was a celebration for Sheauchyuan's birthday which is kind of overdue. A really simple one and I was so zombified! Totally due to the serious lack of sleep cause I reached home only at 4am yesterday. Sorry girl! And I feel so bad for not having the time to even shop for that girl's present! ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My french class is going to start again on tuesday! So that means I can finally get to see Joy! Jojo is now officially very busy but girl please tell me when you have the time to meet kae! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And Maddy is graduating from her stewardess training soon! Gonna meet her before her graduation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there's Serene! Got to meet you!!! I think we should change our cartel to prata lar! Cause i realise everyday by the time I get back it's almost closing time alr! ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What else what else? Okay, I really want to travel and I dont know where to go. And yes I have decided that Taiwan shall be on in December. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone seems to be receiving news from the school but I received nothing and this is worrying. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-1270095353675587752?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1270095353675587752/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=1270095353675587752' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1270095353675587752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/1270095353675587752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/pyramid.html' title='Pyramid.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5763901178537224377</id><published>2010-06-25T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:51:08.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend just mms me this. Hahahas. Looks like the wind this morning was really strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/25/159.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/25/s_159.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-5763901178537224377?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5763901178537224377/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5763901178537224377' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5763901178537224377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5763901178537224377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/friend-just-mms-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5886410108746793603</id><published>2010-06-15T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T02:15:12.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time time time.</title><content type='html'>I need more me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I miss all of you friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-5886410108746793603?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5886410108746793603/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5886410108746793603' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5886410108746793603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5886410108746793603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-time-time.html' title='Time time time.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2681760824873516828</id><published>2010-06-13T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:13:46.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la belle voiture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TBTlFE1TqpI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GHiYKOqC0IQ/s1600/670x377Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TBTlFE1TqpI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GHiYKOqC0IQ/s400/670x377Image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482258521776171666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TBTlFvB-0aI/AAAAAAAAA1I/IM31UDOZtYc/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TBTlFvB-0aI/AAAAAAAAA1I/IM31UDOZtYc/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482258533103620514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TBTlGfw943I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/O72QWU2uARA/s1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TBTlGfw943I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/O72QWU2uARA/s400/b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482258546185593714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, btw, this is my new love. Mercs F800. Looks abit like BMW. But it's pretty to the max! Similar to CLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2681760824873516828?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2681760824873516828/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2681760824873516828' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2681760824873516828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2681760824873516828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-love.html' title='la belle voiture.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/TBTlFE1TqpI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GHiYKOqC0IQ/s72-c/670x377Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-8240913400989374953</id><published>2010-06-13T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:26:17.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it feels like you're slipping away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been so tied up with work I hadnt touch my lappie for the past week. Now I'm back! :D But will be gone again next week. Hahahas. Work has been crap. Redemption letters were lost and we may have to pay for that. We calculated. If we were to share the cost among the 3 of us, it would be abt 80 plus per person. Wth. This job is sucking my money. Dad was asking me to quit. Saying that we shouldnt be the one taking the responsibility. Sighs. I dont know either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd thought I'd be transferred back to RV frm next week onwards since they've already found a new supervisor. But nope, I'm still staying for the whole of next week. At work, there are some stuff that I aint very happy with, but I feel that I have no rights to express them out. Let me put it this way, I think everyone should have the right attitude when it comes to work. You're employed for a reason. It's not that I want to be back at RV too. I actually enjoyed my time at Kallang more cause I can click with these 2 colleagues better. No more generation gap. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's been lots of things on my mind. But I have no idea what exactly they are. Just that my mind seems very stuffed. Hahahas. My next few weekends are all packed due to all the consecutive birthdays coming up. It also means that more money is going to be spent. Hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went over to Liza's to surprise her last night after my work. That girl was so touched when she saw the part 2 of her surprise she actually cried. I am happy for her that she found someone so nice. Happy for all my friends with the special someone actually. :D Second part of her celebration was at Wild wild wet earlier today. But due to some miscommunications, the plans were cut short. The last time we went to WWW was like 3-4 years ago. Now I feel so old to be there. Nevertheless, it was still a great time there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I havent been taking the MRT for such a long time. Okay by MRT I mean from CCK. I take the circle line everyday. Hahahas. Today I actually pointed to the train going towards woodlands and I asked Liza is that our train? She looked at me as if I asked a damn retarded question. Hahahas. Srsly, I couldnt rmb which side is which anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the GSS up and running, it's certainly the best period of the year for the girls! It's like the most fabulous 3 words that can be heard man! Great Singapore Sale! Hahahahas. Been shopping quite alot lately. The bank balance has dropped to a level that requires attention. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remembered saying I believe in karma some time back. Indeed there is. Boy I told you so. Now I'm sitting back and laughing as karma has come to punch you right in your face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have I ever asked this question before? Is it considered karma done when whatever you're doing has been done to you before? It's been a question on my mind for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-8240913400989374953?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8240913400989374953/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=8240913400989374953' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8240913400989374953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/8240913400989374953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-feels-like-youre-slipping-away.html' title='it feels like you&apos;re slipping away.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2668655239023102318</id><published>2010-06-07T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:50:36.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baked.</title><content type='html'>It was yet another baking day! :D cookies and brownies this time round! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/06/1459.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/06/s_1459.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2668655239023102318?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2668655239023102318/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2668655239023102318' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2668655239023102318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2668655239023102318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/baked.html' title='Baked.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2304906566753256626</id><published>2010-05-30T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:32:11.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As days go by, I start feeling lousy. At first I didnt feel anything. I think to myself, does it matter where we study at? At the end of the day, isnt it a piece of paper afterall? But when the folks start to keep asking so all the local u rejected me, I start to think am I that lousy to not even be eligible for a place in the local u? Why does my folks keep hoping that I get into a local u? Then I thought, is it because of the money? Because they kept asking me about the school fees and how. You know what? I seriously dont know. If I have to earn it, then fine, I will work while studying to get the amount needed. I dont want to borrow. I dont want to have any debts. I just wish to not be asked this question again. Just stop putting pressure on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like I said, work had gotten the best of me recently and I havent been home for dinner for what seems like a long time. You all know that I value family time. That I will specially leave my Sundays free just to stay at home to spend some time with my folks. It's not that I dont want to come home for dinner on weekdays nowadays. It's that I cant, because I need to work. Because I need all these money to fulfil all my wants. All the wants that I cant get anyone else to help me with. It may not sound like you're blaming me, but to me, it does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The time I spend at work is so much more than the time I get for myself. I dont even have the time to talk to my friends now. Whatever, I feel so damn lousy right now. Every thought that comes to my mind are negative thoughts. I guess this is just one of the low moments of my life. Kbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2304906566753256626?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2304906566753256626/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2304906566753256626' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2304906566753256626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2304906566753256626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/sucks.html' title='sucks.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-715635098317601402</id><published>2010-05-27T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:23:39.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back for awhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello peeps! I finally got the time to on my comp and visit the blogger website! Hahahas! I've been working so much I have had no life! I haven been home for a meal and seen my folks in like 2 weeks? The other day when I called my mum, she told me that dad said I seem to have married off to another family already. Hahahaas! Funny as ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Work! If you ask me, I'd prefer the Kallang side because there's no management there! Like relaxing and somemore the colleagues there are of a younger generation so I can relate to them better. Over at RV, too much generation gap. And I kind of cant stand their nagging already. Hahahahas. Tiring and no life it might be at Kallang, but the money is good. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been craving for some HIMYM for some time! But time seems to pass so fast when I have them. You see, now it's like 11.22 alr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I miss all of you friends! I cant wait to meet up with each and every of you again! Oh and I have got lots of photos to upload!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-715635098317601402?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/715635098317601402/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=715635098317601402' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/715635098317601402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/715635098317601402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-for-awhile.html' title='back for awhile.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2936330887762577071</id><published>2010-05-18T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:18:08.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed packed packed.</title><content type='html'>I just realised that my whole week is still going to be packed. Except this time it's not with meetups w friends but work. I'm even working on Sunday for semcc. For the money I shall. At the rate I'm spending, I'm afraid I might need these money. Hahas. Just ytd alone, 100 plus flew out of my bank acc alr. ): for the whole of this week, I'm ending work at 945.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2936330887762577071?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2936330887762577071/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2936330887762577071' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2936330887762577071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2936330887762577071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/packed-packed-packed.html' title='Packed packed packed.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5580396435045940042</id><published>2010-05-16T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:38:02.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank goodness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My lappie played dead once again. It's showing signs. Signs that I should back up my stuff already and that I should start saving up for a new it. Hi lappie, please dont die before I have enough money to find a new you. That is after I got all my current wants. Tyvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come to think of it, I think my whole of next week is going to be packed once again. But dont think will be home any later than 11pm. So hopefully I dont have another hell of a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are so many things that we can only envy. So many things that seems so out of reach. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, should I get longchamp? Its light weight is the only point I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S-_-aTMsKCI/AAAAAAAAA04/cdu1jpvyy2o/s320/Airbus_380_by_brianop87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arghs, I really want to go travelling. Why do I not have money that I can just spend on travelling??? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I have 8 stones. Hahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me update on my week that was hell crazy. Let me see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monday - Met up with Se and Xq in town. Was supposed to meet Se at 4.30 aft my work but ended up only able to leave work at 6pm. That woman actually MIA-ed on me and I had to like gather a total of 3 people to help me look for her. It took 27 missed calls for her to return one call. Hahahas. Forever the same har! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuesday - Met Jo Joy and Nick for Bedok 85. Before that Joy and I went to SIM to enquire about SIM stuff and spent roughly 120 bucks on the application once again which we regretted right after. But oh wells, it's a back up plan. Didnt expect the whole thing to take 1hr. Must be that 100 words essay on why did we want to choose the course! At 740, we were still at Clementi when we were supposed to meet Jo and Nick at 730 at Bedok! So we cabbed. 22 bucks. Nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wednesday - Woke up early in the morning to travel to TP just to get the photocopy of my poly transcript stamped 'Certified True Copy'. Then off to SIM yet again after work to submit it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday - Met Jo for some shopping which turned out to be not really shopping. The girl got bored after erm, 10 mins? And decided to go for Mani. Lols. But she still got a top in the end. It was a short 1 hr and off she went to meet her friends and me home to get ready to go out with Serene! Vivocity and tried out Mussel Guy. I'd say okay for the food. Not fantastic. Wouldve preferred that place at Liang Court! And we didnt take photos this time round! Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday - Ikea with Sh to satisfy her cravings for the meatballs. Then off to town supposedly to get Hh's bday gift. But we decided to go for Pedi first which was a total wrong choice. By the time we were done, most shops are closing already. In the end, we rushed to Gap and grabbed a shirt. Within budget and nice! And they werent closed yet. I think we looked damn flustered and didnt know what size to buy. Tried asking one of the shopkeepers and he doesnt really know well. Lols. So in the end another guy, which we think is the boss, helped. He even offered us a free gift box. Nice! So next time, if you dont know what to get for a guy as gift, just go to Gap and grab a shirt. Hahahas. Simple and nice. Then we rushed to the Hangout to meet the rest. We WALKED from far east all the way down to Prinsep Street. Met Wy on the way. By the time we reach the place, we were sweating like pigs already. Hahas. Left the place at about 1230am. Wy's mum and sis came to fetch her and Sh's friend came to fetch her too to another gathering of hers. The remaining 4 of us then decided to go for some tau huay which was again a wrong choice. Hahahas. It rained heavily once we reached the tau huay place and we were stranded. Had to resort to cabbing home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hokay! That was a sum up for my week. The next 3 days of work will be at Kallang. Gonna take the circle line for the first time! Hopefully it flies. Hahahhaas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time to catch up on all my shows again. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-5580396435045940042?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5580396435045940042/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5580396435045940042' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5580396435045940042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5580396435045940042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-goodness.html' title='thank goodness.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S-_-aTMsKCI/AAAAAAAAA04/cdu1jpvyy2o/s72-c/Airbus_380_by_brianop87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-7352803858162990871</id><published>2010-05-15T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:54:29.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sardined.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shall not pack my week like sardines ever again. Lols. I woke up this morning with the world totally spinning. Wanted to skip work but I thought of how short-handed they will be and decided not to. For the whole of this week, I have been reaching home at earliest 1130pm. Yesterday was the worst. Only reached home at 2am when I have work at 9am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I shall stay home this weekend! Will be working at Kallang for a few days next week. I'm okay with it, just that the travelling there... Hmms. And I hope it wont be darn boring there luh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been wanting to shop recently but kind of always not getting the chance to. Hahahas. Anyway, GSS is coming! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd wanted to make a wish at 1111pm but i missed it by 4mins. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-7352803858162990871?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7352803858162990871/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=7352803858162990871' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7352803858162990871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7352803858162990871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/sardined.html' title='sardined.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-328697540140051353</id><published>2010-05-09T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:55:33.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whenever you feel like giving up, just remember what kept you holding on for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-328697540140051353?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/328697540140051353/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=328697540140051353' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/328697540140051353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/328697540140051353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/whenever-you-feel-like-giving-up-just.html' title=''/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-6585390249609337559</id><published>2010-05-09T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:19:09.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new goal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Newest goal - to put aside 600 bucks every month. Please kindly remind me of my goal on my payday (23rd of each month) and when you think I'm going to overspend. Going to transfer this amount to the other bank on payday so I wont spend it. Please remind me kae! Thank you friends! Oh btw, if you think I'm joking, I'm not. 100% serious. Tyvm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think maybe I'm putting aside my goal of travelling for the moment. Re-thinking all my goals and trying to prioritize them now. My wants seem to be shifting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and I think I should update a little about my life har! Finally managed to watch a movie the other day, on Wed! You all wont believe that I just went to look at the messages I sent to the girls to find out which day I went for a movie. Kae, I know, old already. Hahahas. We watched Iron Man 2! I think it's quite a nice movie lehs. Probably it's because Ms Ng's comment that it's a so-so movie right before I went to watch it lowered my expectations. No popcorns on that day as we had Sushi Tei before that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mon, tues and thurs were stay-home days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fri was an impromptu meet up day with kh because she was dead bored at home. Vivo again, without an aim. We just sat there reminiscing about the good old secondary school days. Thinking back about what we did for each girl in the clique every year and trying so hard to recall how did the clique formed back then. But we failed to recall. Hahahas. And it was then that I actually recalled I skipped out on the girls' birthdays 2 years back because of some selfish reason. This year, I must remember to apologise to them on their birthdays for what I did 2 years back. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sat which was yesterday, I couldnt wait to get home to sleep right from the moment I woke up. And that was what I did right after work. Sleep the whole saturday off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tday is mother's day. Went for a short shopping trip with mom at Lot 1, ended up still buying her something despite the constant complain that I'm really poor. Then over to gramps' for a very very good spread for dinner. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally going to get a decent breakfast tmr! Tues will be off to SIM then dinner with the girls. Wed hopefully BKT. Thurs finally another meet up with Serene. You've got to tell me all about your Osaka trip and all your upcoming trips! Fri bdae celebration for a pri school mate. Wow, my whole week is booked. Awesome! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And sinee, I really hate the fact that your stupid blog doesnt have a place where I can comment!!! I want BKT lehs. Hopefully your wed is off hor! I'm already leaving my wed for you. And you charm the starbucks staff har? How come so nice got free upgrade??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6585390249609337559?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6585390249609337559/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6585390249609337559' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6585390249609337559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6585390249609337559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-goal.html' title='new goal.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-9051667327543777828</id><published>2010-05-06T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:02:33.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess more and more people are getting their offers already. But why am i still not worried at all? Sighs. But anyway, I checked and gotten my first rejection. That is from SMU. NUS and NTU still pending. I think NTU's acceptance period is till 1 June only. Oh man, now the feeling is kind of setting in. I sort of have the strong wanting for local u. Arghs. Hopefully hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-9051667327543777828?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9051667327543777828/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=9051667327543777828' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/9051667327543777828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/9051667327543777828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/worries.html' title='worries.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-3919229370685154074</id><published>2010-05-05T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:59:36.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My money has wings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and I've been thinking why is it that I haven't been spending much but my money are all gone. Like I now have both income and allowance but I'm still not able to save up at all. Then I realise a lot of my money goes to transport. Hmph. Oh and I'm left with less than 1/4 of my pay last month. Now I can't wait for payday again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-3919229370685154074?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3919229370685154074/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=3919229370685154074' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3919229370685154074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3919229370685154074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-money-has-wings.html' title='My money has wings.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2931886405420482217</id><published>2010-05-04T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:59:55.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>won't you be my honeybee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/04/601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/04/s_601.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="212" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is from Carousel hi-tea the other day. The crab pincers were awesome! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now my laptop is hogged so I have nothing to do but surf on my phone. And looking through my photos, I decided to blog! Hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I was thinking about priorities. When it comes to priorities, how would you rank them? Would you seek long term pleasures or short term ones? When you keep going after the short term ones thinking that you won't know what might happen tomorrow anyway, have the thought of how not seeking all the small things might allow you to attain a really good long term goal? I guess many a times, we always end up giving up long term goals because the results are not instantaneous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then are there times when you do something and regret it at the very moment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2931886405420482217?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2931886405420482217/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2931886405420482217' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2931886405420482217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2931886405420482217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/won-you-be-my-honeybee.html' title='won&amp;#39;t you be my honeybee.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2207945144532516533</id><published>2010-05-01T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:06:49.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>service.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did i mention that Hotel Equatorial actually sent me a feedback link via email for my feedback? Didnt really bother at first but then one day I got bored and just went to do. Gave my honest feedback and guess what, they really take actions to rectify all the shortcomings. Although I cant verify the fact that it's really improved, at least the reply to keep me updated about what they did makes me feel good. Hahahas. Let me show you all the email. Lols. Not bad not bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S9uafyOverI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JvauDe3RM78/s1600/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S9uafyOverI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JvauDe3RM78/s400/Picture1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466132443594455730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2207945144532516533?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2207945144532516533/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2207945144532516533' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2207945144532516533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2207945144532516533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/service.html' title='service.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S9uafyOverI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JvauDe3RM78/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-6138209324298678840</id><published>2010-05-01T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T01:57:38.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you were the one who made me appreciate my smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Movie night was a failure yet again! The box office was mad today! All the movie time slots before 12am were either sold out or selling fast (meaning left 1 or 2 seats in the front row). Arghs, I'd wanted to catch a movie so bad! ): Tuesday it shall be! And nothing shall spoil my plan this time! I will make sure we book the tickets online first! I miss the times when I could go to a movie at 11am when the whole cinema is so so empty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ate alot today. That's really the bad thing about not having anything till dinner. Well, I had a pathetically small piece of bread. Had Waraku for dinner, plus crepe, then tau huay and you tiao. Nice... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going back to TP tmr after so long. Journey to the east yet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6138209324298678840?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6138209324298678840/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6138209324298678840' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6138209324298678840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6138209324298678840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-were-one-who-made-me-appreciate-my.html' title='you were the one who made me appreciate my smile.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-843732730002270019</id><published>2010-04-29T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:05:48.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of friendship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S9mkMIV9XDI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JHMxzJJ3-fE/s1600/IMG_4552.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S9mkMIV9XDI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JHMxzJJ3-fE/s400/IMG_4552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465580151095778354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the group where friendship runs over a decade! And the peeps that never fail in making any gatherings filled with laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm finally going for a movie tmr!!! :D Date Night! A date with Jo and Joy! :D Popcorns! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then perhaps to the airport to send a friend off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is to my friend: To be honest with you, I don’t have the words to make you feel better or lessen the worries, but I do have the arms to give you a hug, ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have a heart; a heart that’s aching to see you smile again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay off to slumberland! Gdnights!&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/5769582946559768317-843732730002270019?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/843732730002270019/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=843732730002270019' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/843732730002270019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/843732730002270019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-friendship.html' title='of friendship.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S9mkMIV9XDI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JHMxzJJ3-fE/s72-c/IMG_4552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769582946559768317.post-2593443650566029673</id><published>2010-04-29T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:28:32.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's just say i bought myself a lesson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps I only had myself to blame. So forget it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And somehow the very first person that came to my mind was you. There were so many limitations. Sometimes I just wonder, if a better someone is to come along one day, will I finally stop waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2593443650566029673?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2593443650566029673/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2593443650566029673' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2593443650566029673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2593443650566029673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-just-say-i-bought-myself-lesson.html' title='let&apos;s just say i bought myself a lesson.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-7112837898185751198</id><published>2010-04-27T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:56:16.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capturing the moments.</title><content type='html'>Was looking through the photos in my phone and the photos of my cheeky niece just make me smile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/27/500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/27/s_500.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/27/502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/27/s_502.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/27/503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/27/s_503.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm dying for some of these now. Hahahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1j6m34PQw1qzwyfio1_400.jpg" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-7112837898185751198?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7112837898185751198/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=7112837898185751198' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7112837898185751198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7112837898185751198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/capturing-moments.html' title='Capturing the moments.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5686443969397361414</id><published>2010-04-27T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:47:24.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day at home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My stomach has been a total bitch to me since last night. Was thinking that it'd get better this morning but obviously not. So I called in for a day off from work. And continue sleeping in till 2 plus. Lols. It then dawned on me that a day at home isnt really that great, apart from getting to watch all my videos. I guess what I really dislike about working life is that I can no longer have the freedom of time to hang out with all my friends as much. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now, I'm missing banana prata alot. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-5686443969397361414?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5686443969397361414/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5686443969397361414' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5686443969397361414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5686443969397361414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-at-home.html' title='a day at home.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-2482785008655392313</id><published>2010-04-25T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:16:47.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fine line between faith and naivety .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0vaopW9qi1qzwyfio1_400.jpg" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-2482785008655392313?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2482785008655392313/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=2482785008655392313' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2482785008655392313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/2482785008655392313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/fine-line-between-faith-and-naivety.html' title='the fine line between faith and naivety .'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-783880353231253655</id><published>2010-04-24T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:02:13.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just prove it, for once.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up this morning feeling so damn pissed. I was so angry I wanted to smash everything within sight. Seriously, it was to that extent. 2 years ago on this exact day, I thought everything was finally working my way. But no. And 2 years later, I am thinking about how fucked up my life is right now. Wouldnt say in all aspects, but certain. Through all these, I realised how patient I can get, how far I can go. But there is a limit to all these. I'm not sure for how many more times I can withstand this. If this is punishment of any sort, for whatever wrong I've done, then seriously it's enough. I can literally feel myself crumbling. And then I think about how sucky is it to be me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To you my friend, I totally understand how you're feeling. I do hope that the sentence 'Things will turn for the better' will help. Even if it doesnt chase away all those thoughts, it does help a little sometimes. I will pray for you to be safe and for you to be able to pursue the life that you've planned out for yourself. For the time being, please smile. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I'm in bad moods, retail therapy makes me feel so good. Especially when I spend alot. But luckily for today, I stopped myself before damage is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-783880353231253655?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/783880353231253655/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=783880353231253655' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/783880353231253655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/783880353231253655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/words-are-only-words-until-you-mean.html' title='just prove it, for once.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-4600681096024077403</id><published>2010-04-23T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:58:44.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you must be fucking kidding me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got stuck in a jam for 2 hours just now. All hungry and cold. Total misery. The bus moved at a speed that even walking is faster. And all the wild thoughts that ran in my mind made the misery even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, pay is in. I'm slightly richer. Hahahas. And I already feel like getting a new watch. Lols. Saw this gorgeous CK one that's going to be on Mother's Day Sale. Still contemplating on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I guess just believing aint enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It takes just one person that matters to determine everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looks like HIMYM only cheered me up temporarily. Perhaps sleeping it off is better yea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-4600681096024077403?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4600681096024077403/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=4600681096024077403' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4600681096024077403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4600681096024077403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-must-be-fucking-kidding-me.html' title='you must be fucking kidding me.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-5769034817584671163</id><published>2010-04-22T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:00:47.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No BKT again tday. ): It always have to rain at 6pm. Rahs! And it's not the drizzle kind of rain, it's those dinosaurs and elephants kind of rain lehs. Always drenching my poor shoes. ): I'm getting rather tired of working life. Like my life is super mundane. I know I complain when I have nothing to do, and I complain when I have something to do too. Lols. But like what Joy says, at least now I have input. Not just output. Lols. Oh wells. Something to look forward to will be PAYDAY which is tomorrow! Muhahahas. Only one week plus of pay but better than nothing! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm amazed at the rate Jay Chou's concert tickets are selling at. Within 11 minutes, they're all sold out. Omg man. I bet some crazy fans who already got the tickets to one day were still greedy and bought the second day's tickets as well. Not that I want to go, but they should give others a chance isnt it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;French classes for this semester has officially ended. Going to stop for 1 semester and continue in end June. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Weekend is finally coming again! It's so scary how every week just flies past. Soon, uni is going to come. I so dont want that. I have this rather great temptation to have one month to myself to travel. Arghs, but that wont happen lehs. ): Looking at how everyone is mugging for their papers scares me. For the next 3-4 years, I'll be leading that kind of life again. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-5769034817584671163?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5769034817584671163/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=5769034817584671163' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5769034817584671163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/5769034817584671163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-who-you-are-and-say-what-you-feel.html' title='Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don&apos;t matter, and those who matter don&apos;t mind.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-7920165001108038198</id><published>2010-04-18T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:59:39.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being judgmental.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone judges. Judging is like a life hobby. I think that no matter how good or kind a person you are, you will judge in one way or another. Even best friends will judge, even lovers will judge, sometimes family judge too. But to me, I feel it's how you react to your judgement that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm quitting prata for the time being. Hahahahaas! I've been having prata three times in a week! Upper Thomson, Simpang Bedok and again yesterday at Casuarina Road. I think the one at Casuarina Road is the best! The banana prata is awesome! And it's cheap there too. :D But really damn fattening to keep having prata la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for Swensen's ice cream after prata yesterday. Okay, please dont tell me about the calories especially at 1230am. Lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went driving tday, drove to Kranji end. The scenery there is nice!!! There's this road which is used as a runway for planes last time. The whole place didnt feel like Singapore la. Hahahas. I think driving on roads where there is hardly any cars is shiokness. But my dad doesnt allow me to go over the speed limits. I think he's scared. Hahahas. And I feel so pressurized when people drive damn close behind me. Oh and parking is starting to be horrible. Hahahhas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have can only choose one, would you choose handsome face or hot bod? Hahahahas. Now that's not a choice between money and looks anymore. Btw, this is just a random question. Doesnt mean anything. Hahahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-7920165001108038198?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7920165001108038198/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=7920165001108038198' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7920165001108038198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7920165001108038198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-judgmental.html' title='being judgmental.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-9146774554245860089</id><published>2010-04-17T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:55:48.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is it that makes me work so hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so freaking boring. a saturday night with nothing much to do. i want to watch movieeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should i go Korea in July instead? Why does it seem like there are so few choices of destinations? Europe is out for now due to the volcanic ashes and also the French having their vacations in July and August. Taiwan is out due to typhoons. Japan not this year. Australia, would like to go with the girls instead to go find kok. Where else?!?!! I was thinking of Dubai lehs! But ar, idk what to do there sia. Lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-9146774554245860089?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9146774554245860089/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=9146774554245860089' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/9146774554245860089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/9146774554245860089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-freaking-boring.html' title='what is it that makes me work so hard.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-6766075096430746092</id><published>2010-04-15T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:41:02.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont even know what is it that i deserve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tday was such a weird day. My book just grew legs and walked away from me. It really disappeared! I was quite certain I place it at that spot. Even my colleague said he saw it there. But we searched high and low and couldnt find a trace of it. Hmms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Work is getting more fun as I start to know the people there more. Every one is so helpful, constantly teaching me things. (: I just hate the morning waking up part of every day and the fact that I cant go shopping in the day. And the jams I have to get through to get home. And worrying that I'd have to stand my whole way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday I go by the BKT stall at Clarke Quay and I crave for it. Miss NSE, please go there and eat with me lehs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arghs, I scalded my tongue with starbucks coffee tday. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6766075096430746092?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6766075096430746092/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6766075096430746092' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6766075096430746092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6766075096430746092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-even-know-what-is-it-that-i.html' title='i dont even know what is it that i deserve.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-3993638617926276135</id><published>2010-04-14T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:21:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's mid week and i'm totally shagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-3993638617926276135?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3993638617926276135/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=3993638617926276135' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3993638617926276135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3993638617926276135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-mid-week-and-im-totally-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-659460003603317974</id><published>2010-04-13T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:41:00.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just did some personality test and below are the results. Lols. The disfavored careers section is so accurate. Those are the occupations that you'll never see me step foot into. But the favored careers, I dont really see myself as a social worker, kindergarden teacher or nurse or pediatrician. Human resource as well. Lols. Hmms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ESFJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;does not like being alone, thinks life has purpose/meaning, organized, values organized religion, outgoing, social, does not like strange people/things - likely intolerant of differences, open, easy to read, dislikes science fiction, values relationships and families over intellectual pursuits, group oriented, follows the rules, affectionate, planner, regular, orderly, clean, finisher, religious, consults others before acting, content, positive, loves getting massages, complimentary, dutiful, loving, considerate, altruistic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;favored careers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wedding planner, social worker, pediatrician, public health employee, kindergarten teacher, business consultant, nurse, human resources manager, office manager, executive assistant, public relations specialist, medical employee, human resources, office worker, social services, child care worker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;disfavored careers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;artist, author, filmmaker, philosopher, video editor, musician, poet, tattoo artist, game designer, philosophy professor, international spy, film director, astronaut, art curator, scientist, computer consultant, cartoonist, graphics designer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-659460003603317974?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/659460003603317974/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=659460003603317974' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/659460003603317974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/659460003603317974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-about-me.html' title='true about me.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-6641397752014304241</id><published>2010-04-13T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:59:11.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take it take it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so blessed that all my customers are so understanding. (: Cause processing time for things sometimes take quite long, especially since I'm new, so I normally triple check everything. And sometimes it's due to the slow receipt printer. It's like S.L.O.W. Hahahas. Also, I'm still not too sure regarding the membership stuff. Tday I sat beside the uncle colleague. He was very nice to keep giving me all the special scenarios and telling me how to deal with all these. There was this member who wanted to renew his m/ship for 3 years, so this colleague of mine took me through the process, guiding me step by step. It took quite a while so I apologised to the member for making him wait. And then he said it's okay and asked me if I was new. Hahhaas. Then after everything he told me it isnt that hard isnt it? And gave me such a big smile it brightened up my day! :D So patient and understanding. It's always these kind of customers that make customer service fulfilling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and today someone from the office came to me and introduced himself as Hanson. The first sound of it sound like handsome and I looked at him and cant help but wanted to laugh. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAS! Omg, I'm so evil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My documents are late for submission for application of financial aid for NUS. But I'm going to try submitting anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mama told me that there will be typhoons in Taiwan in July and August. But my cousin said Taipei wont be affected. Hopefully, if not really sian ttm. Really hoping to go end of July. Dont think I'll take leave in June to go. I just feel irresponsible. So yea, no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello people, please date me out at night after my work. I'm dying of routines. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-6641397752014304241?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6641397752014304241/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=6641397752014304241' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6641397752014304241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/6641397752014304241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-it-take-it.html' title='take it take it.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-3710781912782794400</id><published>2010-04-12T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:17:43.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i was so high, now i'm so low.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interesting fact I read from somewhere - when you start to cry and your first drop of tears is from your right eye, it means that it's tears of happiness. And if it's from the left eye, it's from pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interesting to know yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Work - I feel so lucky that I've not have had any difficult or nasty customers. Today, my customer heard another customer scolding a new staff. So he told me, 'see, you're so lucky to be serving me! if not you'll have got scolded.' And yes I feel lucky. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why does it seem to long since I last enjoyed myself doing something that is not work??? Okay, maybe saturday can be counted as a day i enjoyed myself. But not that much la. Went for pool session at like 1am. With 2 pros. Which showed how lousy I was. Even my friend couldnt stand watching anymore. Hahahas. Went for prata at Upper Thomson at 4am. Lols. Actually there was prata just opposite the pool centre at Bukit Timah, but my passing comment of the prata at Upper Thomson like quite nice ar led us there. Hahahas. And the best thing is that we all live so near and my nice friend can always send all of us home. :D And then homed at 5am to sleep. Hahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday I just slept and went out for a while to get work pants. I think my weekends now are pathetically short. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I think everyone at work are very nice to me. All so helpful. (: Except for some people who makes me feel dumb. Hmph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;every minute's like an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;every hour's like a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;every day lasts forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but what else am i going to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-3710781912782794400?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3710781912782794400/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=3710781912782794400' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3710781912782794400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/3710781912782794400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-i-was-so-high-now-im-so-low.html' title='cause i was so high, now i&apos;m so low.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-4609777229745104682</id><published>2010-04-11T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:00:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHY CANT I WATCH MY HIMYM SEASON 4?!?! ALL THE FILES ARE DAMAGED! ULTIMATE ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont understand and like the fact that now korean bands are driving so many people crazy now. Hahahas. What's so nice about them? Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologizing doesnt mean you are wrong and the other person is right; it just means you value your relationship more than your ego. I agree with this sentence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched Hairspray on Channel 5 just now. It's such a cheerful show! And Zac efron is effing hot in there. Muhahahaas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I WANT MY HIMYM SEASON 4!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-4609777229745104682?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4609777229745104682/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=4609777229745104682' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4609777229745104682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/4609777229745104682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad.html' title='sad.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-7338753218632594603</id><published>2010-04-10T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:27:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a comfort to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People go TGIF, from now on, I can only go TGIS. Lols. Slept my whole afternoon away after coming home from work. So tired it felt like night time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From now on, as my everyday is pretty routined, I have nothing to blog abt. Everyday I go to work praying that I wont get nasty customers. There was this man who was so nasty tday. But luckily I didnt get him. Thank goodness. He sat there and talked to my colleague for damn damn long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Working life kind of sucks. Now I cant even go out as and when I like. ): If I want to go out at night, I have to take into consideration the fact that I have to work the nxt morning so I cant go home too late. Boohoo. But at least moolah is coming in. Trying very hard to comfort myself. Lols. The fact that 20% of my pay will go to CPF is still getting to me. Means less money for my holiday trips for now. Yea, maybe I will appreciate it in the future. But the keyword here is future yea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-7338753218632594603?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7338753218632594603/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=7338753218632594603' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7338753218632594603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7338753218632594603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-comfort-to-know.html' title='it&apos;s a comfort to know.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-7470074975925359084</id><published>2010-04-07T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:21:02.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So shag from sitting there and watching people work the whole day. Oh man, I cant wait to start being able to do things. But I dont like the feeling of helplessness when you're unfamiliar with things and am just not sure whatever you say is right. Hahahhaas. Anyway my job is customer service la. Seems like I just cant get away from it. Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although the hope has diminished to such a low level, I'm still always secretly wishing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-7470074975925359084?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7470074975925359084/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=7470074975925359084' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7470074975925359084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/7470074975925359084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/deep-down.html' title='deep down.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-231903223865829474</id><published>2010-04-06T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:31:18.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>je suis heureuse. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am so so so shag now. starting work tmr. the thought of having to reach tiong by 745 and having to squeeze in the damn train is so putting me off! and today so many people bring me good news! Jo passed her driving, maddy got confirmed in SIA! :D:D:D so happy for them! Congrats to them too! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I aim to sleep by 12am tday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes it's funny how people who know the least, have the most to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm too tired to type anymore. Gonna watch an episode of Grey's then off to slumberland. Nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769582946559768317-231903223865829474?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/231903223865829474/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=231903223865829474' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/231903223865829474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/231903223865829474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/je-suis-heureuse-d.html' title='je suis heureuse. :D'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5769582946559768317.post-684244132031106228</id><published>2010-04-05T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:31:06.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go with the flow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S7oOgK7xYtI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/tw0egkwfyNs/s1600/IMG_4486.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S7oOgK7xYtI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/tw0egkwfyNs/s400/IMG_4486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456689844366435026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S7oOfq-4qzI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LLi8fgeb5xQ/s1600/IMG_4492.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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S7oOfq-4qzI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LLi8fgeb5xQ/s400/IMG_4492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456689835789560626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S7oOfALC5GI/AAAAAAAAA0I/bALs6oO3seo/s1600/IMG_4479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S7oOfALC5GI/AAAAAAAAA0I/bALs6oO3seo/s400/IMG_4479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456689824297837666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would say When in Rome is a great movie! Not overrated definitely. (: And so much better than Alice in Wonderland and Dear John. Lols. It was yet another lazy day out. Was so reluctant to wake up in the morning though. And stayed out all the way till night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going to start work coming Wednesday. Hopefully it's good yea? So here's when the money is gonna come flowing in already. And then my Taiwan trip can come trueeee. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really dont have much to blog about lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dont make me wait just because you know i will.&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/5769582946559768317-684244132031106228?l=randomnessofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/684244132031106228/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769582946559768317&amp;postID=684244132031106228' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/684244132031106228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769582946559768317/posts/default/684244132031106228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomnessofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/go-with-flow.html' title='go with the flow.'/><author><name>my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784470599858751061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_3pWgy5xD1vI/S7oOgK7xYtI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/tw0egkwfyNs/s72-c/IMG_4486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
