<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181</id><updated>2011-11-23T19:45:06.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Truth Be TolD ~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-117034799465350004</id><published>2007-02-01T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:39:54.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfdsf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;sdfsdfsdf&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-117034799465350004?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/117034799465350004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=117034799465350004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/117034799465350004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/117034799465350004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2007/02/asdfdsf.html' title='asdfdsf'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116927586804465566</id><published>2007-01-20T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T14:51:08.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ All's Well ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is probably what they would say as Sunshine after the rain.. Hopefully this sunshine will last much longer than the previous time.. Hope all's well for honz from now on..&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116927586804465566?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116927586804465566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116927586804465566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116927586804465566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116927586804465566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2007/01/alls-well.html' title='~ All&apos;s Well ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116882426037490700</id><published>2007-01-15T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T09:24:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Meet ups ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;P&gt;It's time i meet up with my sweeties le.. Already in the planning is:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;ninie&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Huixin&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Wendy&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i cant wait!! haha..&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116882426037490700?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116882426037490700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116882426037490700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116882426037490700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116882426037490700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2007/01/meet-ups.html' title='~ Meet ups ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116865646671723442</id><published>2007-01-13T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:47:46.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ MOVED ~</title><content type='html'>~ MOVED ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has moved to &lt;a href="http://ngliyu.multiply.com/journal/"&gt;http://ngliyu.multiply.com/journal/&lt;/a&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/13017181-116865646671723442?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116865646671723442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116865646671723442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116865646671723442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116865646671723442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2007/01/moved.html' title='~ MOVED ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116741512308343759</id><published>2006-12-29T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:58:43.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Wonderful Day ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;~ Wonderful Day ~&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;It's a wonderful day spent at Marina!! Loved the scenery, the wind, the sea, the walk, the food and most importantly... The company!!! Love every single moment today!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thanks a million, a zillion!!! :)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116741512308343759?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116741512308343759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116741512308343759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116741512308343759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116741512308343759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonderful-day.html' title='~ Wonderful Day ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116524257782318062</id><published>2006-12-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:29:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ WooHoo ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ WooHoo ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams finally over!!!!!!!! Actually it's been over since last thurs though.. haha.. Only found the motivation to blog today after i've finished what i've planned to do for the past few days.. All's over.. But am stil worried about my results cos the last thing i want is to fail my 02 again!!! haiz... Nevertheles... Now it's time to enjoy!!!!!!!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures taken after my first paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/714/1128/320/107564/25112001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to cruise!!!! Nice view aint it?? hahah&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll only manage to kid those who haven been to vivo city. That's the view from Vivo city.. Doesnt that look like a view from the cruise?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/714/1128/320/452018/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this mini pool thingy on the highest level of vivo city and there were kids playing there!!!&lt;br /&gt;Look at how happy the boy is in his undies. hahahah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116524257782318062?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116524257782318062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116524257782318062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116524257782318062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116524257782318062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/12/woohoo.html' title='~ WooHoo ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116281827114606004</id><published>2006-11-06T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:04:31.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Sad ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Sad ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who stil reads this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming sadness rushed through me while i seat on my couch staring at the blank space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know those people whom i thought i once knew.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel as happy as i was in the past&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know where i'll be in the future&lt;br /&gt;And i no longer know what i am to u..&lt;br /&gt;Or, I was nothing to begin with??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambiguity fills my mind at the moment that i no longer have the ability to ignore it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116281827114606004?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116281827114606004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116281827114606004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116281827114606004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116281827114606004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad.html' title='~ Sad ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116204467981962078</id><published>2006-10-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:08:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ DraineD ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ DraineD ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired, so worn out, so drained, so depleted, so in need of escaping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can tel me wat to think, how to react, when to leave, where to go, who to turn to??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost.... Totally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Could be better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116204467981962078?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116204467981962078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116204467981962078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116204467981962078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116204467981962078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/10/drained.html' title='~ DraineD ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116202475529442118</id><published>2006-10-28T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:39:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 对你有感觉 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ 对你有感觉 ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我曾深刻体会&lt;br /&gt;对爱感到胆怯&lt;br /&gt;还好有懂我的你&lt;br /&gt;给我安慰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看你失落的脸&lt;br /&gt;又再为爱憔悴&lt;br /&gt;我心痛的感觉&lt;br /&gt;竟如此的强烈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼角的泪&lt;br /&gt;它给过谁&lt;br /&gt;伤透了心&lt;br /&gt;也无所谓&lt;br /&gt;我会愿意&lt;br /&gt;静静地&lt;br /&gt;陪在你身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果说爱&lt;br /&gt;已不可为&lt;br /&gt;那我宁愿&lt;br /&gt;藏心里面&lt;br /&gt;其实我害怕会失去你的感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么会开始对你有了感觉&lt;br /&gt;又深怕朋友默契转身不见&lt;br /&gt;矛盾着犹豫不决&lt;br /&gt;没准备跨越爱的界线&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么会开始对你有了感觉&lt;br /&gt;深陷朋友恋人之间的危险&lt;br /&gt;进与退被爱包围谁犯规&lt;br /&gt;都狼狈&lt;br /&gt;谁能解围让一切完美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么会开始对你有了感觉&lt;br /&gt;深陷朋友恋人之间的危险&lt;br /&gt;你和我&lt;br /&gt;拥抱瞬间&lt;br /&gt;不后悔&lt;br /&gt;这暧昧&lt;br /&gt;星光唯美&lt;br /&gt; 把爱放心里面&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116202475529442118?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116202475529442118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116202475529442118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116202475529442118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116202475529442118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_28.html' title='~ 对你有感觉 ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116196654239019341</id><published>2006-10-28T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:40:24.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Another Wonderful Friday ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Another Wonderful Friday ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always looked forward to Fridays ever since the age of 4 because every Friday means that the next day is a Saturday and there's no school or work!!! No diff now, I still look forward to Firdays.. In fact, I look forward to them even more now.. and that's because deep down I know that this day is a day where I can spend really sweet time with some one.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Rag on the bus today.. It's been so so so so so long since i last saw him, and i cannot emphasize more on that cos basically now i dun see much of any one in sch except for huiping, vivian and fen yi cos we are taking some same modules..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my bro's gonna get a new car... When i mentioned for him to fetch me from sch.. He told me to take a bus to his workplace then he'll fetch me home.. -_-''' tt's gonna cost more than me gg home straight!! What a great way to reject me.. Sianz.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116196654239019341?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116196654239019341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116196654239019341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116196654239019341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116196654239019341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-wonderful-friday.html' title='~ Another Wonderful Friday ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116143604931111015</id><published>2006-10-21T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:07:29.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Figuring ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Figuring Out ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days I've been trying to figure out what so I want, what ingnited the feeling that I've felt, why things happen, how they happen and when did they happen???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things are juz beyond our control but there are times when I stop and think what could I have done to stop that from happening or what could I have done to alleviate someone's pain?? Most of the time, I cannot find the answer and it upsets me.. It upsets me to see people around me being upset, and I do see quite a few frens feeling down recently.. It's hard to show people that you are ok when you are not inside. It hurts to not be able to talk to people about your true feelings. It pains to not be able to be yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe that things will always get better as "What goes down muz come up".. Believe that there's always someone out there that feels for you, cares for you, loves you and wants you to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I have no idea why I'm saying all these but then again, they are probably juz some of my tots that if i were to go around telling people, they'll think tat i'm mad.. so i shall juz blabber here. .hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116143604931111015?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116143604931111015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116143604931111015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116143604931111015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116143604931111015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/10/figuring.html' title='~ Figuring ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116071677435557940</id><published>2006-10-13T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:51:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Complicating Things ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Complicating Things ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i do not understand why things are constantly being made complicated by humans.. Many things are in fact very simple. Alot of times, the answer is juz a matter of 'Yes' or 'No'.. But after going through the process of thinking too much and complicating things, something simple would turn out to be a 'Yes.. But wat if..' and eventually as precious time slips away, it will turn to a 'No'.. Has anyone ever think about it that this simple act of procrastinating can cause you great opportunities in many areas of your life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lose a job, lose a loved one, lose someone's faith and trust in you, lose everything u can think of under the sun.. If fatal, even lose your life... Is that worth it at all?? Why cant we learn to simplify things by following our hearts and do things that we really want to do rather than bringing the future and past into the picture??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos some may argue that we should think ahead and learn from our past.. But then again, if all these factors will be more of a stumbling stone then a stepping stone, I do not see why people are spending so much time procrastinating, thinking about certain things taking into consideration their past bitter experiences which has nothing to do with the person that you are in contact with now.. It is totally unfair to judge someone ot something based on your past experience with somebody else.. It's totally unfair... Totally unreasonable.. Totally something that I dun understand and I dun see myself understanding it in the near future.. Or maybe not even in the distant future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to see myself as a strong person on the outside and manages to show to people that i'm a strong person who doesnt show my emotions. But nowadays, I find myself showing my feelings all too often and easily, showing people my weaknesses.. I want my strong outlook back.. Even if it's juz a mask I wear to conceal my weakness, I want to appear strong again.. And not to appear like a weak female needing protection.. I have no idea whether concealing my true feelings are good or bad.. But i know that at least, I can protect myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116071677435557940?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116071677435557940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116071677435557940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116071677435557940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116071677435557940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/10/complicating-things.html' title='~ Complicating Things ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-116048734204096479</id><published>2006-10-10T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:35:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 永远得不到的答案 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ 永远得不到的答案 ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我到底为什么会喜欢你？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也常常问我自己这问题&lt;br /&gt;但始终找不到问题的大案&lt;br /&gt;只知道一天比一天喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年要比去年更加喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;今天要比昨天更加喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;这一秒比上一秒更喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;这一刻比上一刻更喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以别再问我喜欢你什么&lt;br /&gt;只要用心感觉我对你的好&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-116048734204096479?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/116048734204096479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=116048734204096479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116048734204096479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/116048734204096479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='~ 永远得不到的答案 ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115959522524137017</id><published>2006-09-30T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:47:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Happy Happy day ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Happy Happy day ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a happy happy day yest!!!!! I cannot find any word to describe how happy i was but then again, happy is really an understatement! Let me show off something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0002.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0002.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a mega mega bedroom slipper!! so cute aint it?? it's so big that u can fit both feet in and stilhave plenty of space to wiggle inside!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I can nv express enough thanks for all the joy that you've brought to me.... Appreciating every moment of it.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115959522524137017?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115959522524137017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115959522524137017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115959522524137017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115959522524137017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-happy-day.html' title='~ Happy Happy day ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115927815645959880</id><published>2006-09-26T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:32:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 9 Things I Hate Abt Everyone ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 9 ThingsI Hate Abt Everyone ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change the channel manually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved!' Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115927815645959880?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115927815645959880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115927815645959880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115927815645959880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115927815645959880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/09/9-things-i-hate-abt-everyone.html' title='~ 9 Things I Hate Abt Everyone ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115916406115337558</id><published>2006-09-25T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:04:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 再哭一下下 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ 再哭一下下 ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只想再哭一下下&lt;br /&gt;把记忆彻底地分化&lt;br /&gt;等哭完我就会回家&lt;br /&gt;眼泪我会替自己擦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只想再哭一下下&lt;br /&gt;假如你不反对的话&lt;br /&gt;以后我不会再牵挂&lt;br /&gt;可知我有多努力啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有这办法才不再想他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心里的痛又有谁能了解呢&lt;br /&gt;心碎了。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115916406115337558?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115916406115337558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115916406115337558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115916406115337558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115916406115337558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='~ 再哭一下下 ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115833256747154788</id><published>2006-09-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:02:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ My Celebrity LooK ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ My Celebrity LooK ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this survey and this is the result!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy, your celebrity look is the Casual Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget fussy routines and beauty salons, you're all about the Casual Look. For you, a freewheeling, low-maintenance lifestyle is a simple virtue. Your sporty look comes complete with natural, feminine charm and a cute, sun-kissed glow that speaks volumes about your healthy approach to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, looking good is never a chore, it just comes naturally. Your spontaneous side is always open to new adventures, so your look is always good to go. Something fun, like worn jeans and a sexy cotton tank top, is just your speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For makeup, it's nothing too fancy—maybe some sheer gloss and light mascara to give you that last-minute pulled-together look. And like all those famously casual girls next door, Meg Ryan, Renee Zellweger, and Sandra Bullock, your relaxed look is sure to turn a few heads wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tell me if it's true though ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115833256747154788?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115833256747154788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115833256747154788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115833256747154788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115833256747154788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-celebrity-look.html' title='~ My Celebrity LooK ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115760614665877256</id><published>2006-09-07T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:20:29.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Pictures Of BB &amp; Baby~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Pictures Of BB &amp; Baby~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... This are the pictures of the loves of my life!! :) The cutest, most curious furry lil things around.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BB on his way to his new home..&lt;br /&gt;Which is my house of cos.. =)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BB settling well is his new cage.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh no, trying to escape!!! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Baby in his new cage!! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The act of balancing the ball~ &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;View from the other side of the tunnel.. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A pair of jugglers!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115760614665877256?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115760614665877256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115760614665877256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115760614665877256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115760614665877256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-of-bb-baby.html' title='~ Pictures Of BB &amp; Baby~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115737268029351473</id><published>2006-09-04T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:30:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Steve Irwin Died ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Steve Irwin Died ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly in the middle of all the boring news that goes on during the 6.30 news.. I heard a shocking news and saw a familiar face on tv.. Steve Irwin had been killed by a stingray while filming a documentary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so ironic that he used to be such a widelife fanatic mingling around with all the animals and creatures that he could be killed by a stingray... when i heard the news, my first instinct was that he was killed by a croc since he's the "Crocodile Hunter" of Australia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The larger-than-life Irwin, 44, known for his fearlessly enthusiastic handling of even the deadliest of wildlife, was killed when a stingray barb punctured his chest during underwater filming on the Great Barrier Reef.&lt;br /&gt;"He came over the top of a stingray and the stingray's barb went up and went into his chest and put a hole into his heart," said the ebullient Irwin's longtime producer John Stainton, who was with him at the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's likely that he possibly died instantly when the barb hit him, and I don't think that he ... felt any pain," a tearful Stainton told reporters in the city of Cairns Monday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that he really died a painless death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's hear some good news ya.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;I've got my new bunny!! Active and curious lil bun.. But he fights with my old bun.. so sad.. Need to take time to bond them tog.. That will probably happen sometime in dec?? hahhaha.. Sch started le.. No time la!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thanks for taking the time to accompany me to get the bunny and being so attentive and so 细心.. So sweet.. Appreciate everything.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115737268029351473?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115737268029351473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115737268029351473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115737268029351473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115737268029351473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/09/steve-irwin-died.html' title='~ Steve Irwin Died ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115719126362006441</id><published>2006-09-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:01:03.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Excitement ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Excitement ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited.. I'm very very excited.. I'm extremely excited!!! haha.. No idea why i'm so excited?? Well, it's cos my new bunny is coming in tmr!!!! Finally my baby will be having company again!! How can i not be excited?? haha.. Furthermore, it's juz a 6 months old bunny... :) I shall upload the photos soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lotsa assignments and projects are starting.. I stil have not started my engine to study yet.. Where is my motivation!!!!! haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go chill soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115719126362006441?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115719126362006441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115719126362006441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115719126362006441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115719126362006441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/09/excitement.html' title='~ Excitement ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115678634565289815</id><published>2006-08-29T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:03:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Vague Feelings ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Vague Feelings ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second week of sch came and went in a flash.. Now is the monday of the third!! And i'm starting to hate sch already... haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking if i should get another rabbit.. Juz when i've made up my mind and gotten the approval of my mumm after much persuasion, i went to the pet shop only to be confronted the situation whereby the rabbits were sold right b4 me!! I was a minute late cos I had to go and withdraw money to buy the rabbits!!!! U cannot imagine how pissed and suay i felt.. haiz.. I would have to spend some time convincing me mum to allow me to get a rabbit all over again b4 i can get one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling all v sweet and happy through the whole afternoon til evening... But sudd things took a sharp turn and i'm feeling all moody.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to see nikki and i fell in love! Trust me, u will die of the cuteness emitting from this lil thing.. Took some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look how small nikki is!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0015.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isnt she cute???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0018.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115678634565289815?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115678634565289815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115678634565289815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115678634565289815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115678634565289815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/08/vague-feelings.html' title='~ Vague Feelings ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115596267202316138</id><published>2006-08-19T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:44:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 1st Week Over ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ 1st Week Over ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of sch came and went in a blink... Nice to see all those people that I haven seen for some time.. And they are stil the same.. Jane is stil the crappy funny gal.. And this sem I have a module that's the same as aDe!! hehe... Well, basically to sum up.. nothing much happened in sch this week.. The same old schooling feeling juz that this sem, my timetable is a lil too sucky for my liking! Too many long breaks inbetween... When I was thinking of giving myself a break.. That wasnt wat I had in mind though.. hahah... But since I have v nice company during the break. I guess it aint bad at all too.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not resist to take this photo on my way to sch on fri cos I simply dun understand what's so nice about this ugly shoes.. And wat happened to color co-ordination nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aDe got me a 'bling bling' handphone accessory from hong kong.. Love it!!! So in love with bling bling lately.. haha.. Thanks dear.. :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet jes for breakfast the other day and she brought a surprise guest saying that 'she cannot sit inside mac, but she doesnt smoke.. Can we sit outside?' That set me wondering who she was bringing along.. And this who she brought... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0004.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt bubbles cute!!! hahahaha... Trying to make bubbles look like a seal.. But I guess the angle was wrong..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0002.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a very nice book that i'm currently reading.. Recommended for those who have plenty of time and dun wanna waste them doing nothing.. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0005.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115596267202316138?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115596267202316138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115596267202316138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115596267202316138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115596267202316138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/08/1st-week-over.html' title='~ 1st Week Over ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115510508255036540</id><published>2006-08-09T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:31:22.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ It's National Day ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ It's National Day ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work up this morning missing my gandpa who has already passed on.. Kinda weird feeling as i wasnt all that close with my grandpa.. But this morning, it kinda felt like i wanted to see my grandpa again.. Tot of all the things that he had taught me when I was young and how i used to be so afraid of him as he was really stern.. Time really flies I guess.. It almost felt like yest that he passed away, but its been a year already... Feeling nostalgic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the nation's bdae again!!!! Aint feeling v patriotic today though.. Felt juz like anu other day other than the fact that I gave myself a manicure yest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/200/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/200/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115510508255036540?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115510508255036540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115510508255036540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115510508255036540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115510508255036540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-national-day.html' title='~ It&apos;s National Day ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115504387241965287</id><published>2006-08-08T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:38:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Muffins ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Double Chocolate Chip Muffins ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum.. double chocolate cake muffins!! :) Since holidays are ending soon, it's time I do something before sch starts.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of the muffins in making!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/IMG_0048.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0048.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115504387241965287?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115504387241965287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115504387241965287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115504387241965287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115504387241965287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/08/muffins.html' title='~ Muffins ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115460324156231632</id><published>2006-08-03T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:07:21.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Lovely PoeM ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ A Lovely PoeM ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a wonderful moment&lt;br /&gt;As before my eyes you appeared,&lt;br /&gt;Like a vision, fleeting, momentary,&lt;br /&gt;Like a spirit of the purest beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the torture of hopeless melancholy,&lt;br /&gt;In the bustle of the world's noisy hours,&lt;br /&gt;That voice rang out so tenderly,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of that lovely face of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years flew quickly. The storm's blast&lt;br /&gt;Scattered the dreams of former times,&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot your tender voice,&lt;br /&gt;And the features of your heavenly face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In remoteness, in gloomy isolation,&lt;br /&gt;My days dragged quietly, nothing was new,&lt;br /&gt;No godlike face, no inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;No tears, no life, no love, no you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to my soul an awakening came,&lt;br /&gt;And there again your face appeared,&lt;br /&gt;Like a vision, fleeting, momentary,&lt;br /&gt;Like a spirit of the purest beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart beat with a rapture new,&lt;br /&gt;And for its sake arose again&lt;br /&gt;A godlike face, an inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;And life, and tears, and love, and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115460324156231632?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115460324156231632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115460324156231632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115460324156231632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115460324156231632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/08/lovely-poem.html' title='~ A Lovely PoeM ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115460260975481326</id><published>2006-08-03T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:56:49.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ FeelinG SatisfieD ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ FeelinG SatisfieD ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seldom think of wat we hav, but always think of wat we miss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115460260975481326?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115460260975481326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115460260975481326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115460260975481326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115460260975481326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/08/feeling-satisfied.html' title='~ FeelinG SatisfieD ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115453327191932794</id><published>2006-08-02T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:41:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Funny Day ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Funny Day ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to sch today with my couz cos he's getting matriculated.. It's kinda weird to know that we'll be studying in the same fac taking the same course.. But then again... It's kinda exciting to have someone I know in the same course as me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was totally goofy today.. was laughing like 80% of the time when i was with him today.. Totally crappy nonsense.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidding has already starting.. And that means that, SCHOOL'S GONNA START REAL SOON TOO!!! oh man... 3 months of holidays gone juz like that.. I'm feeling sad already... haiz.. This is the most sucky thing about NUS other than the lectures, the tutorials, the labs, the tests, the exams and some irritating people.. Oh man, I make it sound like there's nothing to look forward to in NUS.. So pessimistic eh.. Nah.. Well, I'm totally looking forward to bitching with JANE!! hhahaa.. Like she said, all the bitching has been accumulated for 3 months, there're lots to bitch about.. hahahhah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115453327191932794?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115453327191932794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115453327191932794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115453327191932794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115453327191932794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny-day.html' title='~ Funny Day ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115444215893859679</id><published>2006-08-01T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:22:38.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Totally Pissed ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Totally Pissed ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever gave guys the permission to stare at women's boobs like it's some free candy??? Who can blame ppl for having the thinking that most ah peks are v 色.. I've had my fair share of oming across such ppl.. But then again... What ever gave them the guts to be so.. I've meet someone that I totally take my hat off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I come across such a person, a hard stare at them would usually make them turn away...  But today I came across a ah pek who is really a v di ko peh!!! I was walking pass him, and he literally stared at my boobs while i was walking pass him and staring hard at him.. If that is not enough, he even turned his head after I walked past him!!!!!! Totally pissed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, taking a glance is ok.. But staring.. And staring even when the gal is staring back is abit too much... Go back and download porn if u like to stare so much.. And u know what's so good abt porn?? It allows u to stare all u want, pause whenever u feel like it and no one would scold u or glare at u.. So someone, please kindly do everyone a favour and teach those ah peks how to use 'www.' Irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally pissed.... haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115444215893859679?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115444215893859679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115444215893859679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115444215893859679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115444215893859679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/08/totally-pissed.html' title='~ Totally Pissed ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115418591246725371</id><published>2006-07-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:55:27.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Don't Love You No More ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Don't Love You No More ~ ( Craig David)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all years that I've known you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out the reason why lately you've been acting so cold&lt;br /&gt;(didn't you say)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a problem we should work it out&lt;br /&gt;So why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;br /&gt;Like you don't even wanna talk to me girl&lt;br /&gt;(tell me)&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know I was late again&lt;br /&gt;I made you mad and then it's throwing the pan&lt;br /&gt;But why are you making this drag on so long&lt;br /&gt;(i wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of this silly games&lt;br /&gt;(silly games)&lt;br /&gt;Don't figure that I'm the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's not me here who's been going round slamming doors&lt;br /&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I made a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But never thought that things would turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm missing something now that your gone&lt;br /&gt;(I see it all so clearly)&lt;br /&gt;Me at the door with you inner state&lt;br /&gt;(inner state)&lt;br /&gt;Giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;br /&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;br /&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say those words it's so hard&lt;br /&gt;They turn my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;Girl you caught me completely off guard&lt;br /&gt;On the night you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115418591246725371?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115418591246725371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115418591246725371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115418591246725371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115418591246725371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-love-you-no-more.html' title='~ Don&apos;t Love You No More ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115417877162277207</id><published>2006-07-29T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:12:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Weekend Again! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Weekend Again! ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weekend again.. Went over to my cousin's house today to take a look at Roxanne!!! She is stil so cute!!! She grew a lil already.. Looking at her really makes one wanna have a baby.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to be able to be home the whole day doing nothing else but the things that you enjoy doing.. School holidays is gg to end real real soon~ haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, WENDY I MISS U!!! hahah... so glad that i'm able to know u through the stupid office.. :P And thanks for the lipgloss.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115417877162277207?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115417877162277207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115417877162277207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115417877162277207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115417877162277207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend-again.html' title='~ Weekend Again! ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115370731434960468</id><published>2006-07-24T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:45:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Finally Free ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Finally Free ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since i last blogged. And all thanks to the stupid job tt i have!! But.. It's finally my free week!!! I've stopped working!! haha.. To be honest.. I nv hated work this much!! It felt like i was totally exploited by the stupid company!! Anyway, all's well since i've stopped working!! But it feels kinda boring that i have so much time now!! haha.. Opps.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went sentosa with the SOC ppl last last sat.. here are some of the pictures.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/101_3414%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/101_3414%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/101_3450%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/101_3450%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/101_3394%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/101_3394%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/101_3442%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/101_3415%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/101_3415%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115370731434960468?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115370731434960468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115370731434960468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115370731434960468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115370731434960468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-free.html' title='~ Finally Free ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115253728404329420</id><published>2006-07-10T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:04:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Updates ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Updates ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it's been far too long since my last update on blogger!!! I've been told by frens that they've been reading alot of sad stuffs from my blog recently.. Sorry to dampen ur moods if it did ppl!! :) The chirpy and crappy Stace is back!! hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa things happening recently.. For one.. Kev is attached!! haha.. Kev, thank me for broadcasting it.. But I should think i'm the last to know since i've been abit detached from the group ever since i started working.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were alot of dinners at my company side.. First, it was farewell for Jan, then it's Janet's bdae... And new colleagues came and went in a short span of 12 days.. Sure enough that the turn over rate of our company is high.. But 12 days is a lil too short aint it? I'm beggining to think that i aint that bad an employee.. Hahaha.. ya, go ahead and puke all u want ppl... :P I know, i'm thick skinned.. haha.. Well, like they say, u gotta get rid of the old one before u have space for the new one.. And sure enough, another new colleague came.. haha.. Hope she can stay longer... :P These are some pics of the dinners.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/group3JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/group3JPG.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Janet' s bdae dinner at Quality Hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/Group.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jan's farewell at Apollo centre..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More... There's more to come.. Yes, there's more!!! hahah.. Read on... U'll not regret!!!! Trust me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another piece of good news!! I have a baby niece!!! haha... Oh man.. babies are so so so cute!!! Poor Roxanne was carried around like a present being showcased to everyone.. She is juz so cute that I wished I could carry her home!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0004.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0004.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0002.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0002.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115253728404329420?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115253728404329420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115253728404329420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115253728404329420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115253728404329420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates.html' title='~ Updates ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115189802343652056</id><published>2006-07-03T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:56:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ In A GooD MooD ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ I'm In A RelativelY GooD MooD ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really really great night yesterday.. Even though we werent doin anything interesting like bungee jumping or watsoever.. I felt really happy.. :) Thanks for the concern ya.. The bruise wil go away soon with the power of ur concern.. hee.. Thanks for everything.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's really hard not to believe the phrase "Speak of the devil". We were stil chatting yest abt joe, saying tt he's getting married soon and that he's engaged.. All of a sudden, i received a msg at the end of the night from joe saying tt that he's comin back to singapore.. -_-''' Really a classic example of "Speak of the devil".. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115189802343652056?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115189802343652056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115189802343652056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115189802343652056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115189802343652056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-good-mood.html' title='~ In A GooD MooD ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115158981580388218</id><published>2006-06-29T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:03:35.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ My Office Kah Kees ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ My Office Kah Kees ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be hell without these sweety pies in the office~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC00336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC00336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115158981580388218?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115158981580388218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115158981580388218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115158981580388218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115158981580388218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-office-kah-kees.html' title='~ My Office Kah Kees ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115158936856593987</id><published>2006-06-29T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:59:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Honz Bdae ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Honz Bdae ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was honz bdae celebration yest!! On the whole, the event was kinda fun, maybe the place was a lil too sleazy though.. Anyway, i was so glad that she loved the present.. I was initially so worried that she might not like it due to the color (it's hot pink) haha.. Had a fun night with jes around as usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was kinda a suay night for me though.. I broke one of my toe nail, lost my mobile.. but found it back in the end and got a big bruise on my knee.. And jes decided to give me a lil love bite on my arm.. -_-'''  What a night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics i took with jes in the toilet.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0007(01).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0007%2801%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0004(01).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0004%2801%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115158936856593987?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115158936856593987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115158936856593987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115158936856593987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115158936856593987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/06/honz-bdae.html' title='~ Honz Bdae ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115115799497782653</id><published>2006-06-24T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:06:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ KisS GooDByE ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ KisS GooDByE ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby 不要再哭泣&lt;br /&gt;这一幕多么熟悉&lt;br /&gt;紧握着你的手&lt;br /&gt;彼此都舍不得分离&lt;br /&gt;每一次想开口&lt;br /&gt;但不如保持安静&lt;br /&gt;给我一分钟专心&lt;br /&gt;好好欣赏你的美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福搭配悲伤&lt;br /&gt;痛是在我心交叉&lt;br /&gt;挫折的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;不能测试爱的重量&lt;br /&gt;付出的爱收不回&lt;br /&gt;还欠你的我不能给&lt;br /&gt;别把我心也带走 去跟随&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;深深的被你打败&lt;br /&gt;每一次放弃你的温柔&lt;br /&gt;痛苦难以释怀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;每一次 Kiss You Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;爱情的滋味此刻我终于最明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福搭配悲伤&lt;br /&gt;痛是在我心交叉&lt;br /&gt;挫折的眼泪不能测试爱的重量&lt;br /&gt;付出的爱收不回&lt;br /&gt;但欠你的我不能给&lt;br /&gt;我才明白爱最真实的滋味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;深深的被你打败&lt;br /&gt;每一次放弃你的温柔&lt;br /&gt;痛苦难以释怀&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;每一次 Kiss You Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;爱情的滋味此刻我终于最明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ 终于明白Oh Ho~Woo Wow~&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;深深的被你打败&lt;br /&gt;每一次放弃你的温柔&lt;br /&gt; 痛苦难以释怀&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;每一次 Kiss You Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;爱情的滋味此刻我终于最明白 Wu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115115799497782653?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115115799497782653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115115799497782653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115115799497782653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115115799497782653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/06/kiss-goodbye.html' title='~ KisS GooDByE ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115095022987479660</id><published>2006-06-22T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:23:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ I Aint Happy ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ I Aint Happy, NoT At All ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my job!!! Who in the hell works like a perm with no OT pay but get paid like a temp! I'm seriously overworked and underpaid!! Pay me OT, at least to shut my mouth up!! I am not happy at all!! I'm being blamed for something that has to be done but was left undone by someone else!! What the hell.. Why in the world would someone wanna leave all the work to a temp, spend their own time chatting away and in the end of the day complain that things are not being done and that she's v busy? I do not understand this at all.. Well, actually i do understand but juz that i refuse to take it in!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Got a cut today while fooling around with the penknife! OUCH~... Gonna be meeting char real soon.. I'm so excited!! Gal, i missed u so much!! U better update me on all ur stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to see things without the fog.. Everything seems to be clearer.. Or am i juz being oversensitive?.. But the clearer the picture becomes, the more torn I felt.. And as the days past and with the things said, it becomes clearer and clearer with each passing day that I feel like I'm being torn into a million pieces. Guess that's what they meant by the truth hurts.. And boy, it hurts, it really hurts.. Hurts like mad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115095022987479660?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115095022987479660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115095022987479660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115095022987479660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115095022987479660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-aint-happy.html' title='~ I Aint Happy ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-115033474769857986</id><published>2006-06-15T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:56:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ I wan it back to wat it was ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ I wan things to be back to wat it was ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fight no more&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what we were fighting for&lt;br /&gt;and this lonelyness that's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;won't let me be apart from you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna have to try&lt;br /&gt;Girl, to live without you in my life&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm hoping we can start tonight&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't wanna fight, no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lyrics of 'I dun wanna fight no more'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try again Never stop believing&lt;br /&gt;Try again Don't give up on your love&lt;br /&gt;Stumble and fall Is the heart of it all&lt;br /&gt;When you fall down (down) Just try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lyrics of Try 'Again'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun give up on me so easily.. It totally shatters my heart~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-115033474769857986?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/115033474769857986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=115033474769857986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115033474769857986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/115033474769857986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wan-it-back-to-wat-it-was.html' title='~ I wan it back to wat it was ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114934854673849913</id><published>2006-06-03T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:29:07.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ It's WeekenD AgaiN ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ It's WeekenD AgaiN ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, time passes too fast to be enjoyed!! Busy working during the weekdays.. And when the long awaited weekend comes along.. I find it kinda boring cos i had to do all those 'admin' stuffs that i dun have time for during the weekdays... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered something that totally pissed me off the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on msn at work juz like any other day.. Then, someone msged me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO: Wanna go for a movie later??&lt;br /&gt;Me: *no reply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO: It's ok then.. nvm...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stil no reply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later..&lt;br /&gt;SO: Cannot be fren say la.. dun need like that one..&lt;br /&gt;Me: *pissed off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, i had tons of work on my hand therefore, i had no time to reply to SO at all.. But on reading that msn msg. I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's with u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SO went offline..&lt;br /&gt;Late afternoon, SO came online again.. Well, me being me, i juz had to vent my anger somewhere.. So... I confronted SO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: U cant expect ppl to be there 24/7 for u lor.. Everyone's got their own stuffs to attend to..    &lt;br /&gt;        No one's free to always entertain ur pessimism and ur petty grumbles..&lt;br /&gt;SO: I dunno wat u are talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that did it... Enough of all these nonsense... Madness.. It's probably abit hard to understand my anger juz by reading wat was typed earlier i guess.. Let me tel u abit more. This SO, is some one who wants to be showered by attention all the time. And to tel the truth, i would rather shower my attention on ppl who are worth the trouble.. Get my point? And when SO realises that no attention would be showered upon him, things like "no one cares about me even if i were to die" Oh, get a grip! or rather, get a life!!!!! Life is not going to get any better by u feeling all sorry about urself... I've heard: "Fine, i wont be contacting u anymore.." Imagine the kinda relieve that i mus have felt when i heard that.. But that usually dun last for more than a day when i start receiving msges from SO again... faintz* Mean what you say for once!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly tried to be a nice fren to SO.. But sometimes, SO juz stretches past my limits... As a fren, it's not my obligation to accompany u for movies, dinner, joy rides and red wine... It's not my obligation to be a substitute when u quarrel with ur partner.. Please.. GET A LIFE!!!! I've had enough... As much as i always try to be a fren who's there everytime... Certain people are juz not worth the trouble.. Sounds too serious? Well, wait til u come across someone like SO.. I bet u wished u should have taken this post a lil more seriously.. haha.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114934854673849913?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114934854673849913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114934854673849913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114934854673849913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114934854673849913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-weekend-again.html' title='~ It&apos;s WeekenD AgaiN ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114921725033648666</id><published>2006-06-02T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:00:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ What A DaY ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ What A DaY ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started really scary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I stepped outta the house, I saw a book lying on the floor titled, "Why do men have nipples?". Thinking that it'll be a good book, I decided to bring it along so tt I can read it on my way to work.. And, that proved to be a super wrong move.. I almost fainted on the train!!! haiz... it was so scary... Suddenly, eyes start to turn blurry, ears start to hear everything muffled.. Cant walk properly. The only right thing that i did was probably to alight from the train at Newton to take a rest.. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, TGIF!!!!! hahaha... Finally, it's Friday again.... I'm glad... Time to rest liaoz... :)&lt;br /&gt;Gg back to work... Till the next time.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114921725033648666?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114921725033648666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114921725033648666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114921725033648666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114921725033648666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-day.html' title='~ What A DaY ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114889283490784983</id><published>2006-05-29T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:53:54.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Monday Bluey Blues ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Monday Bluey Blues ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really a lousy monday!!!!! Early in the morning.. I freakingly got a scolding from a client, and it's not even my fault!!!!! So sucky... But then again.. there's always something else to offset the unhappiness. Aint it wonderful to know that someone cares and would stand up for u in a situation like this?.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a good talk with honz the other day... I'm always over the moon to know that my honz is always there for me.. Listening to my endless complaints and grumbles... And it's also good to know that she's ok.. Probably both of us are not doing v well now but then again, we've got eachother.. So... Honz, if u happen to read this.. "I LOVE U!!!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gg back to work le.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114889283490784983?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114889283490784983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114889283490784983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114889283490784983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114889283490784983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/05/monday-bluey-blues.html' title='~ Monday Bluey Blues ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114878865932220075</id><published>2006-05-28T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T11:57:39.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Life Is Full of Shit ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Life Is Full of Shit ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking through my posts, and i realise that my alot of my posts dun really make any sense at all. Anyway.. Who cares.. hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results was out on Fri..I had my fair share of crying tt night.. This is such a new freaking experience.. I failed one of my core modules!!! SHIT!!! haiz.. This is probably one of the rare times in my life so far that i felt useless.. But on the other hand.. I was seriously expecting to fail like 3 modules.. So this should consider a better situation than the anticipated on aint it?! But I stil cant help but feel so useless.. Haiz... Maybe studying is juz not the thing for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's a Sunday and I dun have to work... But I realise that there's nothing to do!!! haiz.. Intended to go swimming, but it's raining cats and dogs now!! What a wrong timing.. And since it's pouring, I cant go SKATING TOO!!!! This sunday sucks!!!! And to make things worst.. There's no nice tv programs showing!! goodness.. Someone save me please.. hhahah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114878865932220075?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114878865932220075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114878865932220075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114878865932220075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114878865932220075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-full-of-shit.html' title='~ Life Is Full of Shit ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114800119917425063</id><published>2006-05-19T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T11:57:59.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Wat do I Want ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Wat do I Want ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i have been asking myself the same question again and again, although i haven got any answer to that particular question, it lead me to other questions.. My goodness.. it's like my mind is flooded with alot alot of questions that i cannot figure out myself... so many questions floating around.. While typing this, i remembered the other day when we were having steamboat dinner at jerry's house honey told me this.. "honey, i think it's time u should move on.." Although it such a simple sentence from her, I felt really sweet on the inside cos it showed that she cared.. Thanks honz.. Love ya loads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work.. haha.. I'm gonna talk abt work again!! haha.. Although I'm earning money while working but then again, sometimes it's so tiring that i wonder y am i not enjoying while i'm having my holidays? haiz.. But then again, i need money!! haha.. so i have to bear with all this shit.. So boring.. But then again, it's kinda cool to come back here and to know that all the candidates that i've known in the past stil remembers me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's When I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you Just that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear you stumble when you speak&lt;br /&gt;or see you walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you...endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your mad cause you lost a game&lt;br /&gt;Forget I'm waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Because the movie, it made you cry&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you a little more each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you can't quite match your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Or when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you forget that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;That look that u give when you show up late&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you When nothing baby&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114800119917425063?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114800119917425063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114800119917425063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114800119917425063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114800119917425063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/05/wat-do-i-want.html' title='~ Wat do I Want ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114783074871861568</id><published>2006-05-17T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T11:58:30.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ ScarY AnD FuN DaY ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ ScarY AnD FuN DaY ~&lt;/strong&gt; ( Updated )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to blog yest but then again after skipping work on monday, yest was really a super hectic.. Endless things to do, endless timesheets to count, endless cheques to bank.. My god.. This is really madness.. Luckily, I'm changing my job scope today for 2 weeks!!! haha.. i'm back to being my consultant.. But then again , i think that i'll start complaining in no time.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pasir Ris park on Monday.. On the way there, we saw an old man who fell on the escalator and fell on his head. He hurt his head and his back.. His head was bleeding.. Oh man.. I cant help but stil think abt how the old man is doing today.. So poor thing... And we were saying that whenever we go out, there always seems to be situations when we come across people who fell, or fainted or vomitted.. haha.. But then again, i think that that is a good thing cos i saw the kind side of u.. :) many people will juz walk away when they come across a situation like this but then again, instead of pretending that you din see it, u went forward to help.. I'm impressed.. :) Hmm.. it was really a v v fun day.. Although we din really do anything very exciting, but it was a day filled with fun~ Childhood activities.. hee.. we went for a walk in the park since i din wanna play pool and we couldnt think of anything else to do.. the maze was fun.. but made me look like a fool cos i lost my way.. haha.. then we went to the playground.. and had loads of fun there.. It feels so good to know that we could do all sorts of things when we are together and not feel restricted to behave at our best.. :) Thanks for everything.. I appreciate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, am gg back to work already... SIANZ~~~ haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114783074871861568?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114783074871861568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114783074871861568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114783074871861568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114783074871861568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/05/scary-and-fun-day.html' title='~ ScarY AnD FuN DaY ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114730895994414636</id><published>2006-05-11T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:55:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ It's ThurS ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ It's ThurS ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to be TGIF!!!! But then again, tmr is a public holiday so TGIT!!! haha.. The day started wonderful!! haha.. I was on the way to the toilet then i saw a lady, who happens to be a recep of another company in the same level... She said "You look so sweet.." :-P was it the makeup? of was it wat i wore today that's so not office like that she tot it looked fresh? hee.. watever the reason.. She made my day so far!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i gonna blog about my office life for the next 3 months? OMG.. This is gonna kill all those that read my blog isnt it.. Sorry peeps, juz bear with me for the time being ya.. It's only 3 months though.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114730895994414636?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114730895994414636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114730895994414636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114730895994414636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114730895994414636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-thurs.html' title='~ It&apos;s ThurS ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114722270112966410</id><published>2006-05-10T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T08:58:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ DyinG Of BoredoM ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ DyinG Of BoredoM ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on my itchy ass that i wanted to work so soon after exams ended.. I barely had 2 days of rest before i started on this monotonous, mundane work!!! Every day i'm facing tonnes of numbers.. They are probably the last thing i wanna face!! I would rather face someone else u know... ;-) I'M SO SICK OF MY JOB!!! and i cant find my office wear!! Every morning i'll be so bothered by wat to wear to work!! haiz... Now i sound like a vain gal.. No, i aint!! I need to wear something decent to work ya?? cant imagine me gg to work in my bikini right? hee.. Guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging now when my boss is not in yet.. haha..I'm dead bored, i really am.. And i'm mising someone so bad that i wish i could see that person straight away and spend the whole day with that person.. But i've gotta do wat i've gotta do.. And that is sitting in this familiar office at my desk facing those irritating numbers!!! Someone save me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially declaring the end of my snappy mood!!! Sorry if anyone had to put up with me for the past few days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114722270112966410?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114722270112966410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114722270112966410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114722270112966410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114722270112966410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/05/dying-of-boredom.html' title='~ DyinG Of BoredoM ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114672658274252195</id><published>2006-05-04T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:09:42.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ It's not juz another day ~</title><content type='html'>~ It's not juz another day ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not juz any other day.. It's my bdae yest!!!! hahah... Oopss.. Forgive me for acting all excited.. cos i am!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for one, I got a surprise from KW.. He called me with an excuse of getting back his hp charger to lure me downstairs.. And when I went down, there he was sitting at his usual place where he always waits for me with a slice of coffeebean CHEESECAKE and candles.. And a wine glass.. Knowing that I do drink, that is quite a nice gift.. But the entire idea was cool.. There I was thinking that this budd of mine for almost 10 yrs have not wished me happy bdae yet.. But he appeared under my block.. hahah.. SWEET~ Thanks budd.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after my paper, RenZhi came back from cheers with 2 SaraLee cakes.. And SW, Bruce, Eugene and Aves came back as well.. And of cos my dear aDe was there too!! Guys, thanks.. The gift was really unexpected and i really love it!! (although i din show my excitement that day, i was so excited on the inside.. hahah)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. I went out with someone.. :) Someone special.. hee.. Went dinner and KTV!!!! Yeah!! haahh.. all time fav past time.. haha.. so nice to hear u sing.. :D I had a great great time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics.. will upload more since i'm gg out on sat with honz!!!! hahaha... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0005.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114672658274252195?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114672658274252195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114672658274252195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114672658274252195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114672658274252195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-not-juz-another-day.html' title='~ It&apos;s not juz another day ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114657030051575485</id><published>2006-05-02T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:45:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ What a surprise ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ What a surprise ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what shaowei and co. plans to get for me as a gift.. He gave me 3 choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A pair of specs that is identical to kevin's&lt;br /&gt;2. Textbooks for next semester&lt;br /&gt;3. CD recordings of Miss Tulika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet of shao wei isnt it? -.-'''  haha.. Thanks huh.. But, y not juz get me a gun loaded with bullets.. Kill me.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard a really good piece of news.. Kalyn is getting married!!!! Boy am I excited for her.. You go gal.. :-) Another gal in my sec sch getting married.. I'm really excited for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are ending soon~ Really soon... In another fews hours, though.. Got my post-exams syndrome.. Exams have not ended but then I got sick already... The timing is all wrong.. I should get sick after the exams but not during.. sianz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. I shall open my baileys after the exams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114657030051575485?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114657030051575485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114657030051575485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114657030051575485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114657030051575485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-surprise.html' title='~ What a surprise ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114645567101377927</id><published>2006-05-01T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:54:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ FeelinG LikE A MillioN DollarS ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ FeelinG LikE A MillioN DollarS ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a million dollars and liking this feeling!! hahha... I muz be mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get shoot by blogging about this aint I? But then again.. Who cares!!!! haha.. dun like it? the close the window now!!! hhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kinda feeling where you wake up in the morning and feel that you are the prettiest gal around, not a single hair is outta place, you feel that even without makeup u look wonderful (although alot of ppl will say that make up doesnt make a person pretty..), you feel that whatever you say is the right.. every breathe that you take seems to be filled with pure oxygen...  and you are filled with so much confidence as you walk that it's overspilling.. It's a refreshing feeling.. Ok, back to reality, i know i'm not gorgeous looking.. tt's y it's kinda cool to feel so confident about myself!! hahah... It almost felt like i can walk outta the house in my pajamas and feel that i'm wearing some D&amp;G gown... haha... Is it the exam stress? Or is it cos i've got rhinestones on my nails?!?!? haha... Manicures and pedicures are juz so wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I muz be mad aint I?!!?! ok, enough of this nonsense... If this feeling goes on, I might end up like some high maintenance, obnoxious bitch.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, tt'll nv happen... I'm nv high maintenance in the first place... hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, btw... Pacific cafe is a nice nice nice place to chill and hangout.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114645567101377927?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114645567101377927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114645567101377927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114645567101377927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114645567101377927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-like-million-dollars.html' title='~ FeelinG LikE A MillioN DollarS ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114613446847846038</id><published>2006-04-27T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:41:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ To Run or Not To Run ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ To Run or Not To Run ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away doesnt solve the problem..&lt;br /&gt;Not talking about it doesnt mean that the issue doesnt exists...&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to address the issue is only a coward's way of 'solving' a problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to behave like a coward.. Good or bad? It's really very subjective though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me run for the time being till i find my courage to face it.. I guess that's going to take some time.. but.. I juz cant bring myself to face the music yet.. Not yet.. Just let me be for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then.. No amount of persuasion would change my mind.. Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This semester's exams are really scary.. Haiz.. I can only pray that i will pass all my modules.. and u bet i'm praying darn hard.. The hardest that i've ever prayed with regards to exams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114613446847846038?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114613446847846038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114613446847846038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114613446847846038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114613446847846038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-run-or-not-to-run.html' title='~ To Run or Not To Run ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114563491260364940</id><published>2006-04-21T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:55:12.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Madness again ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Madness again ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the time that every one in their right set of mind will hate if there are students.. It's exams!!!! haha... And i'm probably mad to be blogging now at this moment.. I should be mugging shouldnt i? haiz... Got a really really bad feeling this sem.. I think i'm really gonna do real bad this sem.. And i mean real bad.. I'm probably happy if i pass all my modules.. If i dun, I'll be laughing at myself.. really... Exams nv looked so scary b4... nv.. Is it juz me or wat? haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Talk about something good then... I met my dear dear aDe today for dinner!!!! Miss her so much.. hahah.. she was saying this to me.. "丁丁糖变棉花糖" got teased by her.. -_-''' &lt;if&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all sweet recently.. :D isnt it nice to have heart to heart talks.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog more after this madness!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114563491260364940?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114563491260364940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114563491260364940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114563491260364940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114563491260364940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/04/madness-again.html' title='~ Madness again ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114455031877436169</id><published>2006-04-09T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:38:38.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Chirpy Mood ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; ~ Chirpy Mood ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven been blogging for sometime.. let's c wat I have to write.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it wonderful to know that you are able to know a person better after an 'argument' and that things always get back to a point where it felt better than before.. And the next day it felt that we nv had that 'argument'.. After each 'argument' juz makes me feel that i'm getting closer to u makes me wanna treasure u more.. Somehow, i can only remember all the sweet moments rather than the 'arguments'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Went to the market this morning, and I realise that every single trip to the market is an interesting one.. Guess.. wat's that in the picture below... Unless u stay in the kampong b4, I dun believe you'll know wat's it.. I was so amazed that I took a pic!! Appeared totally like a fool infront of the stall owner.. But.. who cares... It's interesting.. Not to say a lil gross as well.. ;P Tag if u know what's it.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... Ho Peng Kee recognises my dad!! I mean, ya.. that's outta point.. But i was so shocked.. Imagine in the middle of your breakfast, Ho Peng Kee sudd appeared beside you and upon seeing ur dad he said "I saw u before." faintz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is old news already.. But honz came back from a holiday in Taiwan with her boy.. she got me a lil gift!!! hee.. I juz love gifts from my loved ones.. Dun they mean so  much more?!? :) This is wat she got for me.. and on closer look, It has my name on it!!!! Love it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0001(03).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0001%2803%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0002(01).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0002%2801%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint this roses nice? hee.. I learnt it from XYZ and made it for someone.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0001(01).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0001%2801%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun they look like those decorative roses on cakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a super long post due to all these photos i think.. But this is super act cute me after studying late into the night.. hee.. I cant stand myself.. *Ah bish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/DSC_0001(02).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/DSC_0001%2802%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114455031877436169?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114455031877436169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114455031877436169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114455031877436169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114455031877436169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/04/chirpy-mood.html' title='~ Chirpy Mood ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114391299559846214</id><published>2006-04-02T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:36:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Lost of senses ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Lost of senses ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at the picture, I realised that this is someone that not only wasn't close to me, he was like a stranger to me. There was no sense of lost and no sense of sadness... It was a sense of worry then overwhelmed me when I heard the news cos I'm worried about my grandma.. How is she gg to take the news? Would she be able to walk out of this? Seriously, I'm stil worried now even though she tried very hard to put on a brave front..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to wonder, would people behave as such when I'm gone one day.. The wake was like a gathering.. Not much sense of sadness lingering.. It was laughter and chattering.. Of cos we do know when to tone down... But... I juz cannot imagine that it would be something like that... It almost felt as though nothing happened.. But it was a life lost... How could we take it in so calmly when wat happened was so sudden? I cannot comprehend.. I seriously cant.. If only one could turn back the time and choose the right route, then things probably would turn out otherwise. What's the point of pointing fingers at eachother at this point of time when it was all too late? Simply a coward's way of handling matters.. I'm sick of it... I could use a tight hug now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Din mean for my recent posts to sound so sad.. I'm fine ppl.. Juz need a channel to air my complains.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114391299559846214?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114391299559846214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114391299559846214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114391299559846214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114391299559846214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost-of-senses.html' title='~ Lost of senses ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114373176234399892</id><published>2006-03-30T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:16:02.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 什么是幸福  ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ 什么是幸福  ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to a fren a while ago.. and it set me thinking, wat exactly is 幸福...&lt;br /&gt;It v subjective i should say..&lt;br /&gt;But generally, people will feel 幸福 when there's Someone to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry their tears&lt;br /&gt;Share their joy&lt;br /&gt;Appease their anger&lt;br /&gt;Always be there for them&lt;br /&gt;Listen to their blabberings&lt;br /&gt;Juz be there with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who truly cares... Have you found that someone yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling 幸福 now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114373176234399892?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114373176234399892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114373176234399892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114373176234399892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114373176234399892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_30.html' title='~ 什么是幸福  ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114334417233822373</id><published>2006-03-26T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:50:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 等待曙光 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ 等待曙光 ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外表越是坚强的人，内心往往是最脆弱的。&lt;br /&gt;我开始领悟这句话的意思， 也感受到了其中的无奈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;站在十字路口前， 突然迷失了方向。&lt;br /&gt;到底该往哪里去， 还是该原封不动。&lt;br /&gt;不断的陷入黑暗， 却总盼不到曙光。&lt;br /&gt;谁又能够告诉我， 到底该怎么办呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在等待着曙光来引导前， 给我继续坚强下去的力量吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114334417233822373?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114334417233822373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114334417233822373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114334417233822373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114334417233822373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_26.html' title='~ 等待曙光 ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114319275359454045</id><published>2006-03-24T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:32:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Unhappy past brought back ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Unhappy past brought back ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened that brought back some painful memories from the past. Affected my mood and indirectly affected someone else's mood as well. Din mean for that to happen but it juz came all too sudden.. Not that i have not let the past go but then again, there's always this saying "Once bitten twice shy" I know it's unfair to compare.. It nv was.. I know i'm being very willful and unreasonable, sometimes when feelings goes deep, people start to do ridiculous things.. I'm sorry.. Pains me to see you upset too... I'm irritated with myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions have been going around that i dun know how to answer.. Therefore, i can only laugh them off.. It's not tt i dun wanna answer.. I dun even know the answer myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a friday and i'm at home by 5pm.. WTH.. Felt like going out to catch a movie or chill but on second tots... nvm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114319275359454045?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114319275359454045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114319275359454045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114319275359454045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114319275359454045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/unhappy-past-brought-back.html' title='~ Unhappy past brought back ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114312789896894956</id><published>2006-03-23T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:35:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Weekend's approaching again ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Weekend's approaching again ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, my last post was saying weekend's over and now another one is approaching again.. Isn't time passing a lil too fast? haiz.. wish I could stop time for a while.. Wouldn't that be cool.. I know.. I'm asking for the impossible.. But it doesn't hurt to dream a lil eh.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an email a few days back.. wasn't quite expecting that email, but anyway, I did something that i nv tot i would but did... I replied that email.. I spilled everything that has been on my mind all these while.. Sorry if that person find it hard to swallow.. I juz cant change my habit of thrashing things out.. And since no one else is gonna talk about it.. I shall... Then again, everything is over already, i see no point talking about it anyway.. Drop it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it obvious if u haven been calling someone for the past few weeks and that person juz refuse to pick up your call that that particular person juz dun wanna entertain u.. Some people juz dun get it.. Dun keep calling and at the end of the day msg to say &lt;em&gt;"Sorry if i'm disturbing u.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know that it's a disturb in the first place.. DUN CALL!!! I'm pissed...But i dunno wat to do about it.. So shitty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realising tt i have 2 cute brothers, i recently realised that my mum's real cute too.. haha.. This was wat happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum: Gal, something's burning.. Can u smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a lousy sense of smell, so obviously i cant smell anything.. The tv was showing some fire scene at that moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Mummy, the house in the tv is on fire.. maybe the burnt smell is from there..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy walked to the tv and smell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum: No leh.. not from tv...&lt;br /&gt;Mum: U wanna die ah... Make fun of me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. isnt she cute.. playing along with my joke.. Anyway, in the end we couldn't find where the burning smell is coming from.. But we had a good laugh over our bo liao-ness.. haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114312789896894956?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114312789896894956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114312789896894956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114312789896894956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114312789896894956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekends-approaching-again.html' title='~ Weekend&apos;s approaching again ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114276938853605394</id><published>2006-03-19T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:56:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Another Weekend ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Another Weekend ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weekend passed. Time passes too fast nowadays, before you can even enjoy that particular moment, it's gone.. How sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Funny situation:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder bro came into the kitchen telling us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: &lt;em&gt;"Becareful when either of u go into my room cos the lens of my specs dropped off and i cannot find it.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeds to walk to the sink.. Suddenly mummy started pointing at my bro's back looking excited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: &lt;em&gt;"Boy, the lens is stuck on ur back.." -_-'''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, it doesnt seem v funny when i type it out here but i swear it was really funny juz now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally got the chance to go skating yest!! Been super long since I went ECP to skate.. It was really crowded yest due to sch holidays, nus skating club was there as well. Overall it was fun.. Was trying learning how to do the powerslide.. And I fell on my butt and knee!!! haiz... Time to get guards I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard some shocking news yest as well.. No idea if I should feel happy or not.. But anyway, it's none of my business.. so.. HECK... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114276938853605394?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114276938853605394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114276938853605394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114276938853605394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114276938853605394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-weekend.html' title='~ Another Weekend ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114260489903877219</id><published>2006-03-17T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:14:59.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Cant turn back the hands of time ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Cant turn back the hands of time ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when u say something that hurt someone, be it intentionally or unintentionally, the harm is already done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bleeding on the inside.. *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114260489903877219?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114260489903877219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114260489903877219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114260489903877219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114260489903877219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-turn-back-hands-of-time.html' title='~ Cant turn back the hands of time ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114249612578143989</id><published>2006-03-16T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:02:05.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Obligation to pick up phone calls? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Obligation to pick up phone calls? ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only remember it being an obligation to pick up phone calls when I was working at Adecco, at that time, there wasn't a choice because it was part of my job to make sure that the clients are happy with the candidates that we provided for them. So, it really was an obligation then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Cal u, nv pick up. Next time dun call u liaoz..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on!! I have alot of things to bother with other than picking up phone calls ok.. If it's bothering u that i aint pickin up your phone call, then dun call again.. seriously.. I cannot remember how many time J have said that but ended calling all the time.. The ultimate reason y i dun wanna pick up is because i know that i dun have the time to go drinking red wine, skating or joy riding with J.. And i  know that if i were to pick up that phonecall, it will lead to a whole arguement ending with &lt;em&gt;"Oh, so u're attached now that's y la.."&lt;/em&gt; Tt's not the point.. I'm not attached, and even if i am, tt's even a more valid reason y i cant go hanging out with him aint it.. Get of my back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm irritated.. Y is it that i get irritated so easily now? Sometimes, i juz wish that things are simpler.. No complications, no obligations, no explanations, no nothing.. And that we have control over our lives and the events happening in them.. I dun like the feeling of not being able to control my own life.. It's my life!! Y cant i control how things should happen? Life would be much better if we have nothing much to worry about aint it? I need a tight tight hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skaatiiiiiing!!! This is besides the point.. but i cant wait to go skating this sun!!!!!! Long awaited skating session...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114249612578143989?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114249612578143989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114249612578143989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114249612578143989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114249612578143989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/obligation-to-pick-up-phone-calls.html' title='~ Obligation to pick up phone calls? ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114243969585401313</id><published>2006-03-16T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:21:35.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Irritated by Inconsiderate Singaporeans ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Irritated by Inconsiderate Singaporeans ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds ridiculous for me to say that since I'm a Singaporean as well isnt it? I'm not some petite, easy to push around gal I must admit.. And to have someone who's able to push me till i nearly fall.. She's really gotta be really strong or bigger sized than me.. Everyone knows that 95 is a freakingly packed bus to take in the morning.. Needless to say, it was the same yest morn.. When the bus came, this lady was pushing ppl around trying to be the first to get on the bus.. I happened to be one of those people that she pushed and she knocked me off my footing.. The best part? She din even bother to apologise even though I turned back and glared at her.. Juz great isnt it? Then when she managed to get on the bus, she stopped moving back near the rear door of the bus refusing to move to the end.. She's no size 8 gal mind you, everyone had to SQUEEZE pass her to move to the rear while she happily stand near the door blocking everyone!! It's plain irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got bombarded by questions in the 04 lec today.. Kev have been wondering who was I with when i always disappear at meal times not joining them for lunch. He decided to ask Jane and co. thinking that they would know.. But... Got nothing outta them.. haha.. Asked me during lec who was 'the one'.. Eventually they got nothing outta me as well, only HP knows who i'm talking abt cos she saw him during 02 lec b4.. :P Kev, if u happen to read this.. "Too bad u stil dunno who la hor.. :P" haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1231 lec was telling this poem today in class. Found it kinda nice.. So this is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember a wonderful moment&lt;br /&gt;As before my eyes you appeared,&lt;br /&gt;Like a vision, fleeting, momentary,&lt;br /&gt;Like a spirit of the purest beauty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being some love poem, the lec said this after the recited this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dun usually feel shy when i recited this poem in other countries like New Zealand etc.. But for the first time, I felt shy here.." He's funny isnt he... Singaporeans are shy!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114243969585401313?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114243969585401313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114243969585401313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114243969585401313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114243969585401313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/irritated-by-inconsiderate.html' title='~ Irritated by Inconsiderate Singaporeans ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114213811430434987</id><published>2006-03-12T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:20:41.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Interesting Saturday ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Interesting Saturday ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my FNA paper yest.. It was a 2 hour paper, but i bet alot of ppl finished it really early.. Went for dinner with Jane and co. after the paper.. Crapping all the way.. :P and poor Julian din get to go to the movie with them cos he cant get the ticket.. And we came up with all sorts of stupid ideas.. Asking him to buy tickets for the same movie at the same timing but at Marina sq instead.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went esplanade with another company.. lazed around, walked around.. explored esplanade the merlion with my broken sandle!!!! OMG.. I was desperately looking for super glue for the first half of the night, feeling so upset that i had to walk like a cripple.. and we cant find any shops that sells super glue!! I kept insisting that there's a 7-11 at esplanade.. But after cracking brains, we realise that there wasnt any.. It came to a point that we were both laughing at the situation.. Laughing at my own stupidity.. haha.. (It was an indian shop at esplanade anyway... haha) and i found my super glue there!! Mood became chirpier that i can walk normally, in fact i was hopping around.. haha.. :D Took lotsa pictures but mainly snap shots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On way home in the train, someone pressed the emergency stop button at bishan stop cos someone vomitted in the train. The train operator was asking the men who pressed the button for his exact location:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "May i know your exact location?"&lt;br /&gt;Men: "Bishan.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!?!?!?!?!?!? Who the hell doesnt know that he's in bishan!!! hahaha.. it was darn funny.. I couldnt help it but start to giggle on the train.. not v nice to do that while someone was sick on the train, but i juz cant stop myself.. At least i din laugh it out.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time yest.. Ultimately &lt;strike&gt;i had a great great time yest&lt;/strike&gt; it was the company i had last night.. *beaming*.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114213811430434987?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114213811430434987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114213811430434987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114213811430434987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114213811430434987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/interesting-saturday.html' title='~ Interesting Saturday ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114191529923880443</id><published>2006-03-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:41:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Freaking Tests ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Freaking Tests ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, i should be studying my 1104 today cos i've got my midterm test tmr.. But here i am blogging instead.. But then again.. i'm not doing nothing about it. I have the webcast on juz that my screen is showing this blogging page instead of the webcast.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's stil FNA on sat.. The stoopid paper is from 3 to 5.. and it's on sat.. haiz.. gg back to sch on a sat is alrayd bad enough.. to have a paper that's already very sucky... and to have the paper at 3!!! that's it man.. keke...  ok.. enough of complaining.. no matter how much i complain i also hafta go to sch on sat.. so no point.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I finally cleared things with joe (nyp).. Feeling relieved..  gotta find time to talk to joe (si) also.. wat's with joes nowadays.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.. till the next time.. better go concentrate on my webcasts liaoz.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114191529923880443?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114191529923880443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114191529923880443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114191529923880443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114191529923880443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/freaking-tests.html' title='~ Freaking Tests ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114163158245442912</id><published>2006-03-06T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:53:02.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 本来 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ 本来 ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下雨了　站在玻璃门里头&lt;br /&gt;并没有　总是挂念着我　你带着伞来接我&lt;br /&gt;夜晚了　只剩老板跟我&lt;br /&gt;像从前你抽着烟皱眉头&lt;br /&gt;不知怎么安抚　太任性的我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来不觉得你特别疼我&lt;br /&gt;直到你不再疼爱我以后&lt;br /&gt;已经过去　雨伞和雨衣　&lt;br /&gt;不会再庇护我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来不觉得你特别疼我&lt;br /&gt;直到你不再疼我以后　&lt;br /&gt;来不及了手写的留言对像已经不会是我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;停雨了　不必再躲雨了&lt;br /&gt;已经过了该打烊的时候　&lt;br /&gt;还是不太想走太晚了　&lt;br /&gt;只能坐计程车&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么想念着摩托车&lt;br /&gt;常常会半路熄火的后座&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来不觉得你特别疼我&lt;br /&gt;直到你放弃爱我以后&lt;br /&gt;已经过去雨伞和雨衣　&lt;br /&gt;不会再庇护我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来不觉得你特别疼我&lt;br /&gt;直到你不再疼我以后　&lt;br /&gt;来不及了长长的简讯对像已经不会是我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走在湿漉漉红砖道上&lt;br /&gt;沿着导盲砖试着假装　&lt;br /&gt;的确有点困难&lt;br /&gt;也许我就这样走路回家&lt;br /&gt;反正你不再在乎几点　该几点回到家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来不觉得你特别疼我&lt;br /&gt;直到你再也不疼我以后已经过去　&lt;br /&gt;雨伞和雨衣　不会再保护我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来不觉得你特别疼我&lt;br /&gt;直到你放弃爱我以后　&lt;br /&gt;来不及了对不起长大太慢　&lt;br /&gt;害你遗失了我抱歉　&lt;br /&gt;让你白费了这么多&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114163158245442912?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114163158245442912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114163158245442912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114163158245442912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114163158245442912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='~ 本来 ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114163120760334169</id><published>2006-03-06T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:36:34.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 4 freaking hours of break!! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ 4 Hours break ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blue blue Monday and I have a freaky 4 hours break.. How much blue-er can my Monday get? It's already in cobalt blue.. Anything worst happens today, it will soon turn navy blue.. or worst.. BLACK!! haha... wat crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the break was well spent I should say.. Great company and I managed to finish my ET essay.. Which means that tonight I'm free to study for my FNA.. Wat the @#$%#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I stepped into NUS, it's been all about STUDYING, MIDTERMS, EXAMS, LABS, ASSIGNMENTS, TUTORIALS, PROJECTS..... Life is so shitty.. or is there one to begin with.. Nv had more than 8 hours of sleep on weekdays.. sianz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-illiterate the above to anyone who knew me before I entered NUS, they'll tel you that it's not me that you are describing.. That's juz not me.. Let me tel you wat I did in my poly days.. If I'm in a good mood, I'll be in the lecture hall.. If not I'll be out somewhere with my group of frens playing pool, shopping.. Assignments and tutorials? Nv knew what those were.. Exams and mid terms were a breeze.. And, the environment in NYP is so so so much better than NUS, literally.. At least they have ponds and fishes at NYP.. Such tranqulity.. haha... mood was always good and light there.. Here? Well, juz imagine the exact opposite... (That did the trick din it? I dun hv to type another paragrapg describing it)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably on of the things that I got to enjoy in NUS is that I've found my skating buddies.. U guys/gals rox!! :) This is probably one of the v few plus points that NUS has offered me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY LIFE BACK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come the com lab is so cold? Need a hugz... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114163120760334169?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114163120760334169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114163120760334169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114163120760334169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114163120760334169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/4-freaking-hours-of-break.html' title='~ 4 freaking hours of break!! ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114149400309983699</id><published>2006-03-05T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:53:59.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Joe's Return ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Joe's Return ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe returned fr Indo yest morn to visit a dentist in Singapore. So, this is how rich people spend money.. Taking a plane to Singapore juz to see a dentist.. Faintz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, honz, me and wj went to meet joe since he's back.. Went for lunch at cafe cartel then KTV!! Haven been to ktv for v long.. It felt really good to go ktv again.. To meet honz again.. I really miss her loads.. and also to c joe again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day there were times where the atmosphere is lil weird.. We took turns to feel down and indulge in a world of our own.. But ultimately, things were fine in the end.. Sorry if i made u guys worry.. I'm ok... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe me a lil gift.. And he acted all weird and it made me feel weird as well.. Even honz feel that it's weird.. omg... Spare me.. Really.. I dun wanna go throught that everytime that he comes back.. My heart has no more space... not even a lil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention that i went to honz's bf's shop at bishan... Very simply done.. Nothing fancy.. A normal handphone shop... But i can feel his happiness or rather sense of achievement that he's finally able to do wat he wants... Happy for him.. Discounts for handphones next time if i wanna buy a new phone!!! Yippeee.... hahaha... I'm mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven been uploading photos recently.. Uploaded all that I've taken recently.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics tat we took today.. More uploaded in &lt;a href="http://www.stacyng.myphotoalbum.com"&gt;http://www.stacyng.myphotoalbum.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wat Joe got for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/PIC_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/PIC_0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/PIC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/PIC_0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honz and me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114149400309983699?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114149400309983699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114149400309983699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114149400309983699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114149400309983699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/joes-return.html' title='~ Joe&apos;s Return ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114139687643738469</id><published>2006-03-03T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:41:16.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Unspoken Connection ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Unspoken Connection ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt helpless when u are unable to do anything to alleviate the stress or sadness that someone is feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of connection that you have with someone that is so strong yet it was never mentioned. Almost like it doesnt exist but u can feel that it's there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel sad when that someone is sad.&lt;br /&gt;You feel bitter when that someone is angry with you.&lt;br /&gt;You feel upset when that someone aint feeling all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever that someone feels, you feel it too..&lt;br /&gt;Somehow your world just doesnt seem right without that someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling useless now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114139687643738469?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114139687643738469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114139687643738469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114139687643738469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114139687643738469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/unspoken-connection.html' title='~ Unspoken Connection ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114122867708571847</id><published>2006-03-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:57:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Skate cures all stuffs ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Skate cures all stuffs ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u're happy skate..&lt;br /&gt;When u're in doubt skate..&lt;br /&gt;When u're unhappy skate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u need to chill skate..&lt;br /&gt;When u need to relax skate..&lt;br /&gt;When u need to forget all stuffs skate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skating has became a very important thing in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my 1231 test today.. A scary day... For the first time, I went into the lecture to take a test feeling that I have studied at all.. Brain totally empty.. And there was no sample test papers to refer to.. Oh my god, it's a really scary feeling.. But after the paper, it wasn't as bad as I tot it would be.. Having said that, it doesnt mean that i'll do well.. I'm contented to just get a pass.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz went skating for like 2 hours around my area.. Haven been skating for like 2 weeks.. Felt really great.. Wanted to unwind abit.. De-stress abit.. Chill abit.. Vent frustrations abit.. Skating did a wonderful job.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni life is really not my kinda life... Although I always say that since you are in the situation, juz make the best outta it no matter how sucky it is.. But when i'm really in the situation, I find it so hard to cope, so hard to tel myself to make the best outta it, so hard to do my best.. I wanna get free.. Sounds like I'm complaining again.. So wat if I am?!?! ;P At least complaining in my blog doesnt require anyone to stop wateva that they are doing to listen to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114122867708571847?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114122867708571847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114122867708571847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114122867708571847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114122867708571847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/03/skate-cures-all-stuffs.html' title='~ Skate cures all stuffs ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114088103037864767</id><published>2006-02-25T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:24:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ I need ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ I need ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need light&lt;br /&gt;I need power&lt;br /&gt;I need to chill&lt;br /&gt;I need directions&lt;br /&gt;I need a getaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dunno wat's that.. Something missing somewhere.. I shall figure that out soon when i have the time.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need light to guide me, power to strive, chillin' to de-stress, directions to ensure i wont get lost along the way and a getaway overseas to enjoy myself.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I dun need to get outta Singapore to enjoy myself do I?? hmm... Dun care, I wanna go overseas.. Even if it's juz Malaysia I also happy!!! hahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For those who's been worrying.. Dun worry, Stace will always be Stace.. I'll be ok.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114088103037864767?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114088103037864767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114088103037864767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114088103037864767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114088103037864767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-need.html' title='~ I need ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114088055042896935</id><published>2006-02-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:25:36.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Say It Isn't So ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Say It Isn't So ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skies are dark it's time for rain&lt;br /&gt;Final call you board the train&lt;br /&gt;Heading for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I wave goodbye to yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the tears you hide your face&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be smiling like before&lt;br /&gt;When baby, you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it isn't so&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're not leaving&lt;br /&gt;Say you changed your mind now&lt;br /&gt;That I am only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That this is not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;This is starting over&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;So say it isn't so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten to five at least we tried&lt;br /&gt;We're still alive but hope just died&lt;br /&gt;As they close the door behind you&lt;br /&gt;Whistle blows and tons of steel&lt;br /&gt;Shake the ground beneath the wheels&lt;br /&gt;As I wish I never found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be smiling when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Will I be strong enough to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles and miles to go before I can say,&lt;br /&gt;Before I can lay my love for you to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Oh, darling oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got miles and miles to go&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone will ever hear&lt;br /&gt;Me laugh again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114088055042896935?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114088055042896935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114088055042896935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114088055042896935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114088055042896935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/02/say-it-isnt-so.html' title='~ Say It Isn&apos;t So ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114062488075110552</id><published>2006-02-22T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T00:21:37.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Taking things for granted ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Taking things for granted ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i heard the phrase “生在福中不知福” at a young age, I do not understand how would that phrase be true? The person would be so happy in the arms of happiness that he or she couldn't ask for more.. But as I grow up, I come across people that fits the phrase so well that i find it amazing that they could stil be asking for more.. Sometimes, i muz admit that I'm guilty of that as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'who i wanted initially was you..' Any idea how unfair that sentence is to that current gf? There she is happily thinking that she've found the one but here u are telling me that u are upset cos u din managed to woo me but got her instead.. Imagine how would that gf feel? Not the best feeling in the world i bet. Be fair to her pls. If in the first place u think that u like the other gal more, then y be with the gf? One can nv have the best of both worlds u know.. Even if u are having the best of both worlds now.. Someday both worlds will collapse on u.. Treasure wat u have now before u regret it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really lousy cos i've been avoiding J's calls thinking tt he only wants to ask me out for joy rides.. Turns out that he's in a really really lousy mood and desperately wants to talk to someone about it.. I'm sorry dude.. Really din mean to ignore u when u needed a listening ear.. I know how helpless one feel when no one wants to listen.. forgive me ya.. But having said tt i'll lend a listening ear, i dun mean anything else ya? We make better frens..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114062488075110552?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114062488075110552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114062488075110552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114062488075110552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114062488075110552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/02/taking-things-for-granted.html' title='~ Taking things for granted ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-114027354349305446</id><published>2006-02-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:39:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Sucky Sat.. Or is it? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Sucky Sat.. Or is it? ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my 1102 paper today... That's the sucky part of the day.. Made to go back to sch for juz one hour on a Sat!!!! The paper itself is another turn off.. But then again, the paper is already over.. No matter how bad it is, there's no point crying over spilled milk.. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and got myself a pedicure a manicure and a face mask!!! haha... wat a way to pamper myself after the paper!! Love it.. :) Met Jes in the evening for dinner! Haven seen her for so long.. stil as bitchy.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day.. I'm a lil confused whether i should consider it a good or a bad day.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird question from mummy: "Gal, how come u got no presents this year for V day?".. hmm.. i wonder too... But mummy, i cant possibly go around asking for presents rite? haha..&lt;br /&gt;No idea wat is mummy thinking... ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-114027354349305446?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/114027354349305446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=114027354349305446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114027354349305446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/114027354349305446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/02/sucky-sat-or-is-it.html' title='~ Sucky Sat.. Or is it? ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113992948417235240</id><published>2006-02-14T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:04:44.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Ultimate Irritation ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Ultimate Irritation ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder how someone can irritate others that much that people juz dun understand where they are gg at? Having used the word 'OTHERS', it meant that there's more than 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put it this way: If X is irritated by Y, we can argue that probably X is juz not in the right mood. But if A, B &amp; C are irritated by Y, then does the problem lies in Y or A, B &amp;amp; C? Common sense tels you that something is really wrong with Y right? And u know what's the biggest prob? Y is probably the only person that doesn't know that the problem lies with whom. It's ridiculous... really... To an extend that beyond that irritation, i really feel like laughing out at how ridiculous it appears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta do with how one communicate with people.. Sometimes, the same phrase can have a totally different meaning when spoken by different people. Dun try to act like 'Mr. Know-it-all' when u really dunno it all.. Dun act like a saint when u are not.. Dun even try to speak if nothing good come out of your mouth!!!! Oops.. That seems a lil too hard.. :P Shall not continue then.. In case all the &lt;a href="mailto:!@#!@#@3"&gt;!@#!@#@3&lt;/a&gt; comes out... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's juz get it over and done with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went skating on Sunday!!!! Finally.. It's been like weeks since the last time we went skating!! :) It was fun but tiring cos we haven done that for some time.. Finally got to try my new skates!! haha... Not seasoned.. Fell while trying to do that front T-brake (dunno the name of that :P) Scrapped my elbow.. *ouch* but it was stil fun.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Guys, let's go skating again soon!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113992948417235240?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113992948417235240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113992948417235240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113992948417235240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113992948417235240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/02/ultimate-irritation.html' title='~ Ultimate Irritation ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113950140854973729</id><published>2006-02-09T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:10:10.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Losing Control? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Losing Control? ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;It's not about want.. It's about how..&lt;br /&gt;It's not about when.. It's about where..&lt;br /&gt;It's not about what.. It's about who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt life feel so outta control sometimes that you wish you had a remote control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be self-contented then it'll nv be about want, when, what, where and how.. It will be about appreciating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to appreciate why these things happen to you.. Learn a thing or two from them.. Then it'll be worth all the trouble... Soon, they dun even seem like something negative anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you juz have to stop feeling sorry for yourself and move on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113950140854973729?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113950140854973729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113950140854973729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113950140854973729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113950140854973729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/02/losing-control.html' title='~ Losing Control? ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113941258782263521</id><published>2006-02-08T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:29:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Freaked ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Freaked ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to not being able to control how u feel... scary..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113941258782263521?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113941258782263521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113941258782263521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113941258782263521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113941258782263521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/02/freaked.html' title='~ Freaked ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113941234127020235</id><published>2006-02-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:34:09.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Uncomprehensible ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Uncomprehensible ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in NUS for a semester ++, I stil dun understand y would SoC want to 'hire' students as TAs (Teaching Assistants for the benefit of those that dunno wat's TAs). I probably would never understand why. IT might sound like i'm scrutinising all the TAs.. I'm not.. I've came across TAs who really know their stuffs.. But then again, i think i only came across 1 so far.. And she's not those Honours year students..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS is like paying these TAs so much money to teach us.. But how many of them out there really know wat to teach and how to teach? I bet these people had no choice since i heard it's something they had to do for honours students.. It's like a waste of time to step into a tutorial class and have tutors who do not explain to u clearly or worst.. They juz give u the answers to the questions and u can leave the tutorial.. How much can u learn from that process? If you are a genius, then u probably dun even need to attend these tutorials. But apparently, alot of other students step into a tutorial class hoping to learn something or at least clear their doubts.. and sad to say.. That seldom happens.. A student teaching students.. Then y are we paying NUS so much money each yr???? Might as well juz pay those TAs and get them to teach us.. Tt way.. we get to save alot alot of money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz wat the hell is SoC thinking....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113941234127020235?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113941234127020235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113941234127020235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113941234127020235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113941234127020235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/02/uncomprehensible.html' title='~ Uncomprehensible ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113915324979350520</id><published>2006-02-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:34:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Sleepy Day ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Sleepy Day ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din know that a person can sleep the whole day and stil feel sleepy at night.. ;) That applied to my younger brudder today though. Apparently, he wasnt feeling very well.. So he ended up sleeping since last night til now!! Although he juz woke up a moment ago, he's on his way to dreamland again!! I nv realised tat one can sleep that much when they are sick.. I suppose that when i was ill, i probably slept like that as well.. Poor brudder.. Get well soon ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven been getting enough sleep i think.. My eyes feels abit swollen now.. and my leg is stil swollen.. guess i hafta wear jeans to school tmr.. to cover up my bruise as well.. :P Kinda feel stressed up these few days.. Seems like there's endless things to do, to think about, deadlines to meet, things to worry about... To which i have done almost none of them at all.. Juz wat the hell am i doing!!!!! On the good note, i managed to complete one thing that was supposed to be completed some time back... Something to smile about i guess.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it feels that time passes too fast.. But then again that's a good thing cos it means tt i'll be outta sch fast as well!! :) Life's a drag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To aDe: Juz read ur blog.. coolz sweety.. One time or another everyone will feel like u do now.. But dun worry, i'll be here for u.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird, my previous posts disappeared!?!?!?!!?!?! how come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113915324979350520?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113915324979350520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113915324979350520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113915324979350520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113915324979350520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/02/sleepy-day.html' title='~ Sleepy Day ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113879695781526629</id><published>2006-02-01T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:29:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Walk Down Memory Lane ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ A Walk Down Memory Lane ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven blogged throughout CNY, suddenly felt like I've got alot to say.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really feels kinda wonderful to be able to meet up with friends whom you haven seen in ages isnt it? When i say ages, I meant like almost a year?!? It's like you have endless topics to talk about, spending loads of time reminiscing about the past.. Stupid things that you've done back then.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, it's easy to guess that I've recently met up with some old frens (ninie dear and Ali).. It felt really great to be able to see them again and to chat over a cup of tea.. Or rather, many cups of tea.. :P Catched up on alot of things, gotta know how they are doing now... Anyway, received a very surprising msg from ninie today.. Well, let's juz say that it feels like the past is coming back to haunt me.. "Drop the idea, dude.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if A happens to read this.. You are a really sweet person.. Accompanying me for job interview, thinking of giving me surprises and stuffs. Not alot of ppl would wanna go under the hot sun to do something that has nothing to do with them.. So, thank you.. There's no need to do things like that.. I'm touched.. Then again, sometimes.. U juz piss me off so so so much... Beyond wat English words can describe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public holidays are over.. :( I practically dragged myself to sch today.. But had lotsa fun in sch today.. Basically making fun of Jane and _ _ _ _   _ _ _ and _ _ _ _   _ _ _.. Let's not name the other ppl in case they happen to read this.. haha..No harm intended ya.. ;P Jane probably din think that this will happen to her since she's mostly the one with the laser mouth.. :) And of cos, i'm the accomplice.. haha... Maybe i should be careful as well.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: All the jokes made are juz for entertainment purposes ya.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113879695781526629?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113879695781526629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113879695781526629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113879695781526629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113879695781526629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/02/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='~ A Walk Down Memory Lane ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113835709454916896</id><published>2006-01-27T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:18:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Aint My Day?!? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Aint My Day?!? ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Conversation encountered today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Are u bz?&lt;br /&gt;B: Yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Wat are u bz with?&lt;br /&gt;B: Sch stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Free to chat?&lt;br /&gt;B: Not now.. Really gotta finish my stuffs by today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: How long would it take for u to do 1 assignment?&lt;br /&gt;B: Since when did i say there's only 1?&lt;br /&gt;A: Who ask u to wait til now to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Dun care, u hafta chat with me..&lt;br /&gt;     Anyway, u've got a chance to ask me out.. I'm thinking of gg to watch a movie..&lt;br /&gt;B: (Since when did i say i wanna ask u out?)&lt;br /&gt;B: Really gotta go, cant talk.. I really hafta do my stuffs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Am i bugging u?&lt;br /&gt;B: Yes&lt;br /&gt;A: Good, that's wat i called to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And A goes on and on trying to change the topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I'm really pissed off now, are u gg to hang up or do u want me to hang up on u?&lt;br /&gt;A: Okok, dun get pissed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on!!!!!!!!!! What the &lt;a href="mailto:!@#!$"&gt;!@#!$&lt;/a&gt;! Am juz trying to be nice to pick up the phonecall as I haven been picking up called from this particular person.. And this is wat i get in return?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#!@$#@%@%"&gt;!@#!@$#@%@%&lt;/a&gt;.. So much for being nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is juz around the corner, and i broke my toenail when i kicked on something which i dun even know wat it was!!!! My god.. Close frens would know that my nails are so precious to me.. :( And to break them near CNY is like.. HAIZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, MAJOR CRAMPS..... *faintz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113835709454916896?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113835709454916896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113835709454916896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113835709454916896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113835709454916896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/aint-my-day.html' title='~ Aint My Day?!? ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113776682371544495</id><published>2006-01-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T22:20:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 惊讶的发现 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 惊讶的发现 ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;一时之间落下的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;使我领悟了一件事情&lt;br /&gt;一直不肯承认的感情&lt;br /&gt;仿佛在眼泪中流露出&lt;br /&gt;即使惊讶却无法否认&lt;br /&gt;外表坚强的我弱化了&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113776682371544495?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113776682371544495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113776682371544495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113776682371544495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113776682371544495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_20.html' title='~ 惊讶的发现 ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113742753301417698</id><published>2006-01-16T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:13:48.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Skating Session on Sunday ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Skating Session on Sunday ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many days of rain, finally the sun was out on Sunday!!!! Was so over the moon!! Finally got a chace to get out in the sun and skate!!! haha.. fun!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the photos taken.. More uploaded in myphotoalbum!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Photo-0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/Photo-0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Image(099).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/Image%28099%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113742753301417698?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113742753301417698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113742753301417698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113742753301417698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113742753301417698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/skating-session-on-sunday_16.html' title='~ Skating Session on Sunday ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113721522309355236</id><published>2006-01-14T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T13:07:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Fun Friday ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Fun Friday ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended a lil early yest, so went out with J..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had subway, went for a movie (watched 'Derailed') , went for starbucks and a very nice place called ' Wine Network' in Dempsey Rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tel you that it's a really really nice place... The ambience is really really nice, although it's really really ulu.. Let's start to imagine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sitting outside the pub, the wind is blowing softly at your face, you can stil c the white clouds floating in the purple sky even though it's at night.. The moon is hanging high in the sky shining down on you.. All these while you are enjoying some really good wine which dun costs a bomb.. The whole experience is really nice, romantic and sweet.. But then again, it'll only be romantic if you are there with the right person..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113721522309355236?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113721522309355236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113721522309355236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113721522309355236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113721522309355236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/fun-friday.html' title='~ Fun Friday ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113721385438432989</id><published>2006-01-14T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:44:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Problem Solving ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Problem Solving ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had the experience of hurting someone unknowingly with certain words that you use or a certain tone that you use? Not being able to rectify the problem as you nv knew that the problem existed in the first place.. And all of the sudden, the person's attitude towards you change totally that you feel that he or she probably had a change of heart and decided to distance himself or herself from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably no one is really at fault here.. It's juz a case of 2 people who totally had no idea how to express themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of times, people get confused by the sudden change of behaviour and yet choose not to face the problem hoping that it'll go away after awhile and things wil be the same again.. Would it ever be the same again? Or would the problem juz disappear magically if one choose to  leave it alone? It's always very ironic that one would want the problem to be solved but refused to face it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I dun know how to express myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113721385438432989?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113721385438432989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113721385438432989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113721385438432989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113721385438432989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/problem-solving.html' title='~ Problem Solving ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113711754314808615</id><published>2006-01-13T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:59:03.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Lost of words ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Lost of words ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots i wanna say but i cant find the right words to express them..&lt;br /&gt;Let's juz say that lotsa things are better left unsaid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally lost of words for someone like me.. That's a cause for celebration for those who cant stand the way i go on and on... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一切竟在不言中。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113711754314808615?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113711754314808615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113711754314808615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113711754314808615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113711754314808615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/lost-of-words.html' title='~ Lost of words ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113699729284081571</id><published>2006-01-12T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:34:52.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ School has started! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ School has started! ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V sad to say sch has started.. i was hoping that it'll nv start again.. haha.. anyway, we all know that it's not possible although it's a wish tt alot of ppl have as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been only 3 days since sch started.. nothing much happened, juz the usual... Good to c those ppl that i haven seen throughout the whole holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better to c my sweetie aDe!! hee.. although i've seen her quite often during the holidays for skating n shopping.. But it nv fails to brighten up my day to c her!!! All due to her ever radiant smile n the hug that she nv fails to gimme whenever she sees me.. hee.. :P Ur hug is so warm i think i'm falling in love with u. hahahhaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113699729284081571?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113699729284081571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113699729284081571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113699729284081571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113699729284081571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-has-started.html' title='~ School has started! ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113655781861771551</id><published>2006-01-06T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:30:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 雪中送炭 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ 雪中送炭 ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that friends care.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really down with a very lousy flu the other day and was chatting with FJ on msn.. After he knew that i was sick n without medicine. He went to 7-11 to get me Panadol Cold at 12AM and knowing that i would not want him to do that.. he juz logged off msn without saying a bye and popped up under my block with the medicine.. So so sweet of u... :) And dun be silly, of cos i'll eat the med..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugz hugz.. Thanks... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we do hafta thank Daniel Liu for the arrangement that we were in the same class in poly rite? Somehow, he believed that it's a good thing that ppl staying near eachother study in the same class.. And i would think that that is a GD arrangement!! haha... (P.S: Obviously its a gd arrangement cos due to this arrangement, my budds all stay within walking dist fr me!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sch's gonna start real soon!!!!! Time to travel almost an hour everyday to a place called sch.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113655781861771551?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113655781861771551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113655781861771551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113655781861771551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113655781861771551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='~ 雪中送炭 ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113651156150957598</id><published>2006-01-06T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T09:39:21.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ That's When I Love You ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ That's When I Love You ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When u don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u just that way&lt;br /&gt;To here u stumble when u speak&lt;br /&gt;Or see u walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love u endlessly&lt;br /&gt;And when your mad cause u lost the game&lt;br /&gt;Forget I'm waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;U can count on me 4 life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When nothing u do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When I love u&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when u turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause the movie it made u cry&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u&lt;br /&gt;A little more each time&lt;br /&gt;And when u cant quite match you clothes&lt;br /&gt;Or when u laugh at your own jokes&lt;br /&gt;that's when I love u I love u&lt;br /&gt;More then u know&lt;br /&gt;And when u forgot that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;Or that look that u give when u show up late&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love u ,I love u anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;U can count on me 4 life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When nothing u do can change my moind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When I love u&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh that's when I love u when nothing baby, nothing u do could change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn, the more I love, the more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u , when I love u no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song tt Ah Hong sent me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113651156150957598?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113636465404927538</id><published>2006-01-04T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:50:54.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Special Day ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ A Special Day ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very special day for my dearest mother.. After almost 15 yrs of being a housewife, she went back to work. I nv liked the tot of my mum going back to work as i nv liked the idea of her being out there with the posibility of being 'bullied' by others.. Especially since she havent been working for so long.. Alot of things have changed since she last worked if u know wat i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, i was stil so so excited about it.. Asked my mum loads of questions about her first day of work and if her employer did bully her..  haha... I doubt so since her boss used to be my nursery teacher!!  :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am officially not feeling well.. Tot the nose problem would go away after one night. But woke up this morning feeling shitty.. Headache all the way and my nose juz refuse to gimme a break.. I actually slept til 2pm ++ my goodness... Feels like s pig.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113636465404927538?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113636465404927538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113636465404927538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113636465404927538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113636465404927538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/special-day.html' title='~ A Special Day ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113621349231692543</id><published>2006-01-02T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:51:32.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Should i? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Should i? ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe wat's in your heart even though your eyes cant see it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113621349231692543?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113621349231692543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113621349231692543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113621349231692543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113621349231692543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/should-i.html' title='~ Should i? ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113621217553292585</id><published>2006-01-02T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:29:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Art of maintaining friendships ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Art of maintaining friendships ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz realised through kangwei that we've known eachother for like close to 8 years.. OMG.. Tt's kinda long... considering the fact that i knew him through someone else... No idea how we managed to keep the friendship gg, but if u ask him, he'll probably say it's cos he's one of the few ppl that can stand me.. haha... Pretty true though.. So many years he had to bear with me being unreasonable and etc.. haha.. Thanks brudder!!!! This friendship will keep on gg.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while talking to kangwei about this, i realise that there's someone else whom i've know for even longer!! god.. Let's c, from P1 til now... That will be.. 14 years!!! Faintz... Ah ber.. .thanks for being there... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it.. It's not the duration that counts isnt it.. No doubt that 14 years is long.. but when u meet the right person at the right time, u probably dun need 14 yrs to be budds with that person rite? Knowing honz for like 5 yrs.. i feel like i've known her forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to all my dears, sweeties, budds and honz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanks for always being there for me and dun doubt even for a second that i love u ppl and will nv regret having u ppl in my life!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113621217553292585?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113621217553292585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113621217553292585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113621217553292585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113621217553292585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2006/01/art-of-maintaining-friendships.html' title='~ Art of maintaining friendships ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113581946421569611</id><published>2005-12-29T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T09:24:24.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Eating dinner in the rain ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Eating dinner in the rain ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner the other day with honz and eric at my fav resturant!! hee.. It juz had to rain in the  mist of us enjoying our food.. It was raining cats and dogs... Boy was the rain heavy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is an open air restaurant, the staffs had to do loads of things when the rain came.. They had to keep all the salt and peppers, cover up the fans, shift the chairs so that they dun accumulate rain.. blah blah blah.. At the end of all the ordeal.. the waiters, waitresses and even the manager was wet... Even the customers!! I think only the cooks were not affected by the rain, unless their kitchen had a open concept too.. that would be a lil silly isnt it.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wat's funny is that they offered us umbrellas only after they've finished with all their stuffs.. Dear waiter, by that time we were already wet like u.. isnt is abit too late.. Talk abt good service. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really interesting to see all the staffs scamper around trying their v best to make sure that all the electrical appliances are safe from the rain.. And when we ordered ice cream dessert, the waiter started giggling.. I'm sure he was thinking "They muz be mad to be eating ice cream in this weather".. haha.. It was really cold after being in the rain.. But since we had no where to go.. honz and i tot  , "y not.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the rain did damper the mood a lil.. but it was offset by the fun of watching all the waiters and waitresses buzzing around like bees.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Will be uploading those photos soon!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113581946421569611?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113581946421569611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113581946421569611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113581946421569611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113581946421569611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2005/12/eating-dinner-in-rain.html' title='~ Eating dinner in the rain ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113561548461182604</id><published>2005-12-27T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:44:44.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Karma ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Karma ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What goes around comes around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What goes up must come down"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from 'Karma' by Alicia Keys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i've always believed in this.. Probably tt's y i always like to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What goes around comes around.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that doesnt mean that i'm a goody gal, i've done my fair share of 'bad' things. And of cos i dun mean i go around killing ppl.. But other stuffs.. Let's not go too deep into the details ya.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz wanna take the time to say sorry to those people that i've hurt, be it intentionally or unintentionally.. Sometimes, it's juz good to hurt someone early rather than leading them on and to have them hurt when all's to late... I'll probably get my retribution some time.. so forgive me ya.. haha... O rmaybe i should start to do good form now on.. haha... With my character (i juz shoot off watever that's on my mind), i probably have hurt or irritated alot of ppl too.. Anyway.. It's good to speak your mind, although it may not be the best in all situations, at least you are being truthful.. That's wat i think.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling shitty!!!! haiz... sianz.. i need a hug from honz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a farm trip today!! Totally fun.. Took lotsa pics that turned out pretty well.. In fact, i loved the pictures.. especially those taken of the flowers... PRETTY!! haha.. Anyway, i've uploaded the pictures le.. Juz haven arranged them.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goats were CUTE!! But abit stinky though.. My hands smelled of goats even after washing twice with soap!! Eeww... But they looked so cute, especially when they are eating grass outta your hand.. Reminds me of my rabbit.. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113561548461182604?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113561548461182604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113561548461182604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113561548461182604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113561548461182604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2005/12/karma.html' title='~ Karma ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113532133861716283</id><published>2005-12-23T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:02:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Balcony ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; ~ Balcony ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check out Balcony at Heeren with aDe yest.. Coolz place.. V open concept, but gets a lil stuffy if the fans are not working.. A 2 story place, with the 1st level as the cafe and the second as the bar. Not a bad place to hang out with a few frens to chat and bitch.. :P Aint v noisy and most importantly, u dun leave the place smelling like a walking ciggy.. Probably due to the open area i guess.. Not a bad place for people viewing as well.. Lotsa ppl walk pass the area downstairs but there are alot of ppl looking up as well.. COOLZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of Me and aDe taken with the help of a cute waiter! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Image(057).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/Image%28057%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the Balcony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Image(053).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/Image%28053%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113532133861716283?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113532133861716283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113532133861716283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113532133861716283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113532133861716283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2005/12/balcony.html' title='~ Balcony ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113513906013140203</id><published>2005-12-21T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:24:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 冬至 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ 冬至 ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels a lil early to be blogging at this time.. but i am so excited about those tang yuan that we made juz now!! hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of colors and shapes.. Think my grandma is gonna faint when she sees them. But it would have been too boring to have juz red and white ones isnt it.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have them in purple, green, yellow and of cos the traditional white and red la.. fun!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/IMG_0037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/IMG_0039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've uploaded more photos in my photoalbum!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113513906013140203?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113513906013140203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113513906013140203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113513906013140203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113513906013140203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_21.html' title='~ 冬至 ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113505188980234103</id><published>2005-12-20T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:15:39.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 无奈的暧昧 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 无奈的暧昧 ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;是你笨， 还是我太天真&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;或这根本不是我们所要的故事。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;没有开始的故事又怎会有结局。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;不是不想忘而是心不踪。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;不是不想走而是脚不踪。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;不是不想恨而是舍不得。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;不过，时间冲淡一切。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, juz read aDe's blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm.. Sweety, stand strong and hold your head high..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ME LOVE YOU!!!! hee.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113505188980234103?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113505188980234103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113505188980234103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113505188980234103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113505188980234103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='~ 无奈的暧昧 ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113505093287055318</id><published>2005-12-20T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:55:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Complications ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Complications ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it ironic that even though ppl know it's good to keep things simple and yet most of the time they like to complicate things? These complications make it very hard to understand certain things and obviously clouds our vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans are too smart for our own good. We constantly think that we know everything and that we cannot be wrong after all those years of evolution, both physically and mentally. Is that true? The smarter we think we are, the more stupid mistakes we tend to make.. Mistakes that maybe even birds know that it's stupid. So, in the future, stop saying that a person has a bird brain, cos for all u know, birds might be smarter than us in some ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the only way to clear our vision is to change our own pespective or someone else's. Which is easier? Hmm.. Something that i would need to figure out. But at this moment, it seems that it's easier to juz change the way i think about the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision is clouded at then moment, and the good thing is that i know about it. So it juz boils down to how u would want to clear my vision. And at this moment, i think i know wat i would do.. Might not be the best solution, but it's stil a solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113505093287055318?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113505093287055318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113505093287055318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113505093287055318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113505093287055318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2005/12/complications.html' title='~ Complications ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113405942658539294</id><published>2005-12-08T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:32:02.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Load of crap ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Load of crap ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view, change encoding to unicode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乐观的面对一切使人能够潇洒的过&lt;br /&gt;曾经潇洒得我， 找不到乐观的理由&lt;br /&gt;也找不到让我继续潇洒下去的勇气&lt;br /&gt;再也无法像以前那般洒脱得去面对&lt;br /&gt;更无法不顾一切往自己的梦想前近&lt;br /&gt;看似坚强的人通常是最脆弱的那个&lt;br /&gt;也是最渴望与需要人去关心的那个&lt;br /&gt;这些都是人长大后所面对的包袱吗&lt;br /&gt;如果是我能选择萎缩逃避的态度吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;任命了。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess sometimes, it still affects me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113405942658539294?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113405942658539294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113405942658539294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113405942658539294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113405942658539294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2005/12/load-of-crap.html' title='~ Load of crap ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113405314007459456</id><published>2005-12-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:57:29.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Blogging Again ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Blogging Again ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been some time since i've last blogged. Let's c wat happened during this period..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Well, worked as a flyer distributor for 2 days with aDe and aves.. Here's the catch, I gave out the flyers in SKATES!!! Woo Hoo.. FUN!! hahah.. who would hv tot that you can incorporate work and hobby into one!! It was downright tiring but it was really fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a FOCC meeting yest and there was this WOMEN who was late for a FREAKING hour.. Please, if u know tt e meeting is at 1pm.. then isnt it common sense that u DUN leave ur house at 1pm? I dun really care who gets to read this, but somehow i think that it is juz not rite to be so damn late and stil think that nothing is wrong. It is obviously not rite for me to comment or tel her off that that is not rite, but shouldnt someone be telling her that it's not the way to do things. ARGHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Sentosa today!! The tot of gg to sentosa is really exciting.. haha.. cos i haven been there for some time le.. But it wasnt really as fun as i tot it would be.. Maybe it was the company that was there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113405314007459456?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113405314007459456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113405314007459456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113405314007459456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113405314007459456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2005/12/blogging-again.html' title='~ Blogging Again ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113319520655477037</id><published>2005-11-29T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:29:45.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Time to celebrate or not ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Time to celebrate or not ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can i say but......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!" haha... well, din wanna write that as my msn nick cos there are stil ppl who haven finish theirs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not really that excited that exams are over though... When u are preparing for exams, u sorta know that there are things to be done and u know what u hafta do. Now that exams are over, i feel kinda lost.. hee.. like what am i supposed to do with all this time that i have.. The sensible answer to that is to find a job.. and i shall juz do that!! Try my best to find one la huh.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for some fun today... KTV with honz and dinner with honz and JQ.. Sakae Sushi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty happy about today til the hostile looking CASHIER of Sakae spoilt the dinner. We do understand tt it's hard to keep track if some ppl of the table is eating buffet while some are eating ala carte.. But hey, does she really hafta stare at us while we are having dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably haven heard of the theory that ppl tend to do things that they are specifically told not to.. If she were to say it in a nice way and not act that way, it would be perfectly fine because we know that she has to get her job done the right way.. Then again, who likes to be stared at throughout dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was, the table behind us had the same problem too.. And the clever CASHIER said something even more ridiculous, "Y dont the other 2 who are eating ala carte sit at another table.". COME ON!!! Ppl wanna have a nice gathering over dinner at ur restaurant and u ask them to sit at diff tables?!? It leaves such a bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes one wonder wat she's thinking.. Mind you that she's a CASHIER!!!! Do her job and collect money at the counter!!! faintz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the service standards in Singapore is gg downhill.. Look at what all those service staffs are doing to their customers.. No doubt there are good ones too (like the charming boy with a lil attitude at the restaurant and the waitress who passed us the feedback form) who were very helpful and smily.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like they say.. It only takes a bad incident to make a bad name.. so.. haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113319520655477037?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113319520655477037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113319520655477037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113319520655477037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113319520655477037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-to-celebrate-or-not.html' title='~ Time to celebrate or not ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017181.post-113276162778581407</id><published>2005-11-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:00:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Photos ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Photos ~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some pics taken at ECP during one of our skating trips... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Copy%201%20of%20Picture(6).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%286%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Stacynme.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/Stacynme.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Copy%201%20of%20Picture(4).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%284%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/1600/Picture(4).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/714/1128/320/Picture%284%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017181-113276162778581407?l=puirubbish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/feeds/113276162778581407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017181&amp;postID=113276162778581407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113276162778581407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017181/posts/default/113276162778581407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puirubbish.blogspot.com/2005/11/photos.html' title='~ Photos ~'/><author><name>StAcY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386228296335564585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
