<?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-6730886</id><updated>2011-08-01T06:49:19.608+08:00</updated><category term='singapore'/><category term='sale'/><category term='grand prix'/><category term='pass'/><category term='f1'/><title type='text'>The Old Side Of The Fence</title><subtitle type='html'>What's on the other side of the fence? No one knows, and everyone wants to know, yet no one dares to find out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-1941700070952980909</id><published>2008-09-13T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:05:46.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grand prix'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sale of F1 Grand Prix Singapore Walkabout Pass (26 - 28 September 2008). &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.sg/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=290260358771"&gt;Bid now at ebay&lt;/a&gt;, starting price $200.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com.sg/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=290260358771&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/6730886-1941700070952980909?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/1941700070952980909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=1941700070952980909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/1941700070952980909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/1941700070952980909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2008/09/special-announcement-sale-of-f1-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-115521575303624272</id><published>2006-08-08T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:11:29.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Abode&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's my 1st official day in my newly rented rm, with a very over-enthu friend with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; over-enthu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;galfriend&lt;/span&gt; *keke* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to school today. Wanted to submit the nomination form, but ended up didn't, cos I was persuaded to do more SPs AND THEN run for VPSP next year. haha... That was a very good strategy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then ended up gossiping with zin in the student's lounge... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, waited for tC to have dinner with him. He went for Flag, haha... too bad I he I didn't pass by AMK or what. Else I could have gone and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;li xiao&lt;/span&gt; him... It was dinner at clementi, as usual. It was the most convenient place to have dinner... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to PS to buy some stuff for moving in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And 'home' to wait for enthu-friend to come home from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pak tor&lt;/span&gt; (to see fireworks, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah budden??&lt;/span&gt;)and chat with me and screaming, "ONE MORE SMS!!!" while slapping my legs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mon was normal. cos of km's late ktv jio-ing, I ps my plans to go school and welcome tea etc. Not that I could wake up in time, though. But well, it's a bad omen. I'm still lethargic in going to school and would rather go out and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing was: I suspected that he jio me and LF out out of guilty conscience. oh, did I mention there were only four of us at ktv? km, me, LF and jenny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-115521575303624272?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/115521575303624272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=115521575303624272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115521575303624272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115521575303624272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-abode-todays-my-1st-official-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-115487120671831298</id><published>2006-08-06T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:50.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BOTG: Big Shift 1/3 &amp; GC Reunion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6 Aug: &lt;/span&gt;Started the 1st part of my shift to my newly-rented rm near school. Where? I won't tell. Friends who know will know. Estimated of 2 more shifts before I can settle down; who ask me don't have car?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Had fun talking to old friend &amp; long-time-no-see friend. Enjoyed being gooseberry lol After all, I gotta get used to be one for the coming sem. *keke*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Aug:&lt;/span&gt; 1st tuition 4 my J2 'kid'. Quite paiseh that I have a qn I can't solve. haizzz...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Then, went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bryan&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;'s house with 2J &amp; LF. The Elderly cooked for us: bee hoon &amp;amp; fried chicken wings. He bluffed one of his 'good friend' Esther in chem to join us too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Slacked in Elderly's room, chatting &amp; watching Hard Gay. hoo~!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Left for the fireworks @ Esplanade. We were late (not early enough) &amp; couldn't find a good spot. ha... so we had to be content with only half a view.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Slacked around after that, waiting for zin &amp; cb to joined us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ended up having 'dinner' @ a hot pot stall, but there were only cb, LF &amp; me. Ate till 12 &amp;amp; decided to slack @ Bras Basah mac to wait for 1st train.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bought a new pair of slippers on the way. 5 hours of chatting, half an hour at Westin Hotel lobby (use the washroom) later, we were finally on our way home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*Home Sweet Home* =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It must be funny to hear me calling this a GC Reunion, but frankly speaking, it's cos we barely met for the past wk. What with everyone of us going about fdoing our own stuff. haiz... And I do admit I am suffering from a little bit of a withdrawal, cos I have been feeling quite bluish and lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bought the wrong stuff for Bryan's cooking session, said the wrong stuff etc. Gotta learn to cope with the withdrawal; I suppose school work will help me a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life will resume to its usual state when the school starts, just as it used to every half-yrly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, zin told me something the last night, which was quite a revelation. Despite the slight shock, I still believe in myself. What I say I mean it and if I don't, I'll apoligize. Right now, my stand stays and my conscience remains clear. You do your part to put up an image as a victim (so that your followers will continue to swoon over you) and I'll do my part to smear your reputation in my capacity as GC Prez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GC Prevails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-115487120671831298?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/115487120671831298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=115487120671831298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115487120671831298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115487120671831298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/08/botg-big-shift-13-i-suppose-school.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-115521548159821115</id><published>2006-08-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:52.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blogging On-The-Go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hehe... Imagine this: I'm blogging on my way to school!! yep... Writing (literally) into my palm as I ride on the LRT. Well, it sure is tough using the handwriting thingy, when the thing isn't sensitive, when I'm not used to writing letter-by-letter &amp; esp when the train shakes like dunno-wat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On wed, went to do LB stuff w yj. Not that yj is part ofLB, just that there's something that I need of his expertise.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By evening, we only managed to finish designing the "thing". Now (fri morn), I'm on my way to school to meet him to complete whatever we left undone.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I spent the whole of thurs at home, which sure is rare this hols. Can't be blamed. The others are getting busy; what with matric fair &amp; cb &amp;amp; tC (my 2 tok-kok buddies) in orientation camps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haiz... boring term life about to start again...&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slept till noon, then started scouring E3 photos for scandals, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a la&lt;/span&gt; LF-style. Frankly speaking, it's the 1st time I've seen through the pix thoroughly. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, using the pix I found, I blogged. haha... &amp; that was only Pt I of what l intend to write lol&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Napped, dined, cabled &amp; bathed before I settled in front of my laptop again, this time setting up a *LB Confidential 2*. Well, James gave a suggestion &amp;amp; l followed through &amp; now it's subject to the approval of the comm. After all, l embarked on it w/o informing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Busied till late of the night... but woke up early to go meet yj. Gonna be late, may end up taking cab from Outram; yj bringing his friend to help out.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hehe... end of blog &amp; I'm only at Clarke Quay =) how fast... &amp;amp; time-saving lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back at home and actually still feel like blogging. ah budden? Spent a whole 6 hrs with yj designing and using the machine. v shiong (mentally). Now I know why archi students so stressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, we had lunner at engin canteen again, and chit chatted for quite some time. It's amazing how we derived a conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No matter what happens, seh （型） is the most important aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wear clothes must have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;, play games (esp in public places) must have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;, break up must have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;... People see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt; and nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didn't I have the same discussion/conclusion with my tok-kok buddies some time ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seem to have found people who agree with me the importance of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;. Great =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Optimistic life starts with a view of self-importance. Peepz, let's live life with lotsa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s: juz had a haircut for the new sem. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;超 seh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-115521548159821115?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/115521548159821115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=115521548159821115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115521548159821115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115521548159821115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogging-on-go-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-115521525421870605</id><published>2006-08-02T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:51.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;LB &amp; Matric&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically what I did for the past two days -- surrounding the working of LB and Matric Fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went through 2 days of Matric, 2-hr slots. It was boring and boring. I can't understand why no one wanted to bother about me... Maybe my sales skills are really not on par with any other people who were present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Mon, after doing Matric, I went to LB comm meeting, basically a time when we made lofty ideas for the coming term. I believe that we will fulfill all we promised to do, but whether the reaction is satisfactory is another thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The meeting was at student's lounge and by the time I reached, Vic, wz and tC were already halfway into discussion. We scheduled all the celebration dates, had an outline of how we can include volunteer bonding sessions out of regular visits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically, we wanted to make it as a 'We are friends doing volunteer work' theme, and not some 'I'm volunteering for the sake of volunteering', so we decided to work hard on realizing the former theme. I mean, in order for anybody to stay, friends usually play a big part. When a person has a friend who decides to stay, he will do so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And of course, there is the fun factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Volunteer must be fun/interesting and not seen as a routine/chore. Which was what we aimed to achieve too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, we decided we should do some AA stuff right from the start to make newcomers want to stay with us, which brings me to Tue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After matric again, I went to clubrm to slack a bit, cos MPSH was darn warm. Helped the GAW people with... folding the leaves. haha... I will NOT risk dirtying my hands to help them starch the tree, k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, it was off to Bras Basah for a shopping trip for an upcoming LB activity. Shall keep it a secret for now, if I (or any of the comm) can, cos showing what we did as a surprise is fun. You know, LB is supposed to be fun and chic le ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I can say is that I spent an hour just to buy 2 stuff. Went to 2 shops and found the ideal target in the 2nd shop. Expensive, yes. I consulted Vic and tC (he not reliable lah, he everything also say he don't mind paying) about the price and we decided to spend some personal bucks for the sake of the greater good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, I met up with the seller of my newly-acquired PDA, Palm Tungsten E. Was a big decision (too) considering the time factor and price. Tough. Had sort of a After-Big-Spending-Depression, in addition to the pressure of buying the correct stuff for the previous mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/202/2964/1024/DSC02848%2011.jpg%27"&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/202/2964/400/DSC02848%2011.jpg%27" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Palm Tungsten E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Except for some scratches and the incessant buzz that was mentioned in most reviews, the machine worked out quite well and satisfactory. Spent the night adding in the contacts of some of my friends so that I will not forget their birthdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Then, I met up with kf for a short dinner at some V8 restaurant in Bugis Junction. Cheap and oily food. ha... But well, it's the company that counts. Somehow, having different friends and hanging out with them garners different kinds of feeling. Some made me feel comfortable, such that no matter whether I was doing the talking anot, I will feel some sort of bliss and security. Some make me feel happy and naughty. Some make me feel serious and heavy (NOT the literal sense).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/202/2964/1024/DSC02854%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/202/2964/400/DSC02854%2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm Tungsten E. No matter how the leather case is placed, the PDA still looked superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But all these friends are good friends, k? They compliment different parts of ME and make a better ME. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then it was home again, trying to orientate myself with my new E. Accepted a new tuition kid (teenager to b exact) and will start this sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-115521525421870605?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/115521525421870605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=115521525421870605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115521525421870605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115521525421870605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/08/lb-all-i-can-say-is-that-i-spent-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-115341918680980403</id><published>2006-07-16T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:49.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GC GC GC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st thing I came back from my short getaway (shall blog abt it after I get the photos) was to see the continuation of GC's motto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Leave no news behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Spread all news in kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Always bear in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You'll be next in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 1st line was from tC when he tagged me. Basically, he was outlining the activity of GC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 2nd line, came up by me, was a vision, cos I know gossip is a beautiful sin committed by the majority of the population. If we were to get going on 'formalizing' it, we gotta package gossiping into something good, like a social science. ha... Mind stimulation activity. Holify gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last 2 lines by LF was factual. Too darned factual. It's just so tempting to gossip about a person when he/she is not around. ah but why? 1st, we want to know whether our opinion of the person is warped or shared. We are humans, and we wanna know if we are odd one out wrt our opinions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, we share our experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, then, we keep quiet. haha... That's our creed, yar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually, I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most of our gossip are kept from the lead. One reason was we need investigation (We are not paparazzi leh, we substantiate our news with twisted theories). Another, our motto. We must Spread all news in kind. Usually, the kindest thing we can do for the lead(s) was to keep quiet. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually, I'm more into bitching than gossiping. I'm unlike my PR who acts as SNG for the club. During GS, I'm more passive than active. I only help to relay info that other members might have missed out in previous GSes and give my opinions, which at most time, cos of my science background, seemed weak and ignorable (think cb when he gave his theory outside clubroom, that's GOOD).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bitching, on the other hand, means scolding a person. It comes more naturally, cos I need not think of rationales to make my stand. I just scold and scold to get the satisfaction out of putting my dissatisfaction towards a person into words (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;x2 level of satisfaction&lt;/span&gt; when directing to a 3rd party who knows my target). Whether anot it's constructive is insignificant. I am the one ventilating lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But gossip is more enticing. I can only bitch when I'm angry with a person, but I can join in gossips almost anytime when there's a session. I'm an auditory person, meaning that I too can get satisfaction from listening to tales from other people, whether they are 1st or 3rd-party views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life is bland, so I want to hear other people's stories. Fact or fiction, nevermind. Best if there are twists and different sides of stories... keke... I LOVE DRAMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I searched for the definition of 'gossip' on google (type 'define gossip') and I found so many descriptions for the act of gossip that fit our activities very well. In fact, GC should include the web findings on the definition of gossip as our guidelines too. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arh... What more? GC is filling my life and I don't have much to say about it. It just goes to show how 没有主见 I am. oh well, I'm trying to be humble, can? Can't shine like superstar all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*giggle until like vibrator*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-115341918680980403?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/115341918680980403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=115341918680980403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115341918680980403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115341918680980403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/07/gc-gc-gc-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-115341910050974400</id><published>2006-07-15T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GC Investiture&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But first, the shopping trip with cb. It was funny at first (considering how I'm afraid of 冷场), but after cb told me he called me out cos he wants me to be his consultant, things went smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep, I was a bit narcissistic. When he told me that he asked me that cos he thought he could trust my fashion sense, I was over the hill. ha... But little did he know that my fashion sense was more of a 'selfish' sense, cos it was tailored to my needs, the need to look slim. But well, I did my best to give him comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But no, I wasn't a consultant consultant, but one whom may give him a second opinion when he was lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Into the 1st shop, a gift shop, we were attracted to a set of pens that bore the shapes of hands making different signs. We hit creativity jackpot and bought the whole set of signs of crossed fingers with 6 colours, a token for everybody in GC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I liked orange and cb loved blue. tC got purple and vivian pink. Yellow and green was reserved for LF and zin, but the latter got the darker of the two cos of the shade of her skin. (wow! a poem! haha... ok, a limerick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Further along the way, we found that we had to buy more pens for more members and that meant repeated colours. So we decided to label the pens and went to source for cards and ribbons. We even resorted to borrowing the gift shop's puncher and scissors and 'testing' pens from Popular. And then just outside Popular, we settled down and tied the cards to the pens, which we called our Club Identifiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/202/2964/1024/DSC02705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/202/2964/400/DSC02705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crossed Fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad to say, only tC and LF bothered to come. A GC investiture became a 4-man gathering and the giving out of the identifiers seemed pathetic. I was sad of cos, cos GC was just a fun thing that few took seriously, did they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe cb and I really took it too seriously le. But thankfully, LF and tC were appreciative of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/202/2964/1024/DSC02707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/202/2964/400/DSC02707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The identifier (or Cross, as the sign symbolized), in hand, gives the member the authority to question, interrogate and listen to other members. It symbolizes the creed of the club to keep secrets of gossip within the club (those who hold the Cross) and to make us bear in mind that gossip is for the sole purpose of entertainment and not personal attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Cross also reminds us of our motto: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave no news behind, Spread all news in kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The card attached to the Cross bears the words: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Imagination is the first step of Creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/202/2964/1024/DSC02706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/202/2964/400/DSC02706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, all scandals developed from GC were all from our imagination. From then on, it's free discussion and investigation; to prove a theory or overthrow a hypothesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's gossip down to a science, a social science lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gossip session after investiture was fun too, with tC happily answering our trick questions without even realizing our intention. He said he was clever, well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cb left for his clubbing session, the Cross was put into extremely good use by the hosts of 《叶描越黄》(me n LF, tho the initial title was《叶黑凤高》) -- tC carelessly dropped a clue that got us very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade A gossip, total standalone, not related to zin's theory nor cb's hypothesises, but not allowed in this blog. Not cos me nor you are not holding on to the Cross, but cos the Cross only entitles holders to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;, not read gossips, yar? For the Grade A gossip, please attend the next GS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also gossiped about bryan. haha... I believe he won't read my blog for the next thousand years unless I ask him to, so I'm gonna declare that we gossiped about him. lol The danger of skipping a GS is that YOU could be the lead of the next gossip ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in line is Nua Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may wonder, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why am I the Prez of GC?&lt;/span&gt; I told aminah le, and she agreed (in disgust) that I deserved the post. haha... No one else shall know the secret to success, cos if they do, I'll be overthrowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminah will bring my secret to her grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-115341910050974400?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/115341910050974400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=115341910050974400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115341910050974400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115341910050974400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/07/gc-investiture-but-first-shopping-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-115341899870778705</id><published>2006-07-14T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ma'at's Water Sports Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually not much of a Ma'at outing, cos all in all, only 4 guys went to the JE swimming complex to play with the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We played the slides, which got us dizzy cos of the way the slides make us sway. I went twice on the blue slide (highest), where at the 2nd time, my float got dislodged halfway and my left butt cheek was bua-ing the rough surface of the slide for the remaining part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The red slide, medium height was so-so. Less kick in terms of time-playing than the blue slide, and not exciting than the next slide:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The yellow slide. It was one that required no floats and it featured a near-vertical drop (ok, it was my personal opinion. It was actually about 60 deg bah) that was so harrowing. I went down thrice and could still not overcome the fear of sliding down, cos it was so... vertical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, we played at the wave pool. Then we played at the lazy river, going around 6-7 times where I injured my left ankle (yet again). I was worried I finally broke my bone, but since the pain has subsided to a milder, numbing pain, I think everything is ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we lazed at the jacuzzi area till km arrived. We found lots of uses for the jets. It can massage our backs, feet and it can travel from the top of our shorts from the back to the leg-holes at the front. haha... bryan was like: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eh... public place dun mari-kita hor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also gossiped like dunno what at the jacuzzi, cos bryan was left out in our recent GS-es. Then km also told us about the paparazzi experience he had with Junhui, where upon being spotted, they hugged each other. But joyce didn't recognize any of them until km told her the truth when she got back to the chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went back to the slides, then back to the wave pool where cb and I suntanned while waiting for the waves. We lingered in there for more than an hour, for 2 waves, splashing water, pulling off shorts, playing monkey and capsizing each other off floats. How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bo-liao&lt;/span&gt; can 4 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bo-liao&lt;/span&gt; guys get? We finally went to wash up at 4 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We then went to meet LF and viv for dinner at orchard. Settled dinner at Crystal Jade in Taka and shared our class photos. LF and viv insisted that I looked the best, most intellectual when I was in JC. Well, I'm rather satisfied with myself now. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, viv looked so retro from sec 1 till sec 4, but I don't know why she thinks she looks better in upper sec. oh well, it's her belief. tC was surprising also. From a fatso in sec1 to a lean and tall guy in sec 2. But he still looked as dork-ish in sec3 and didn't improve till sec4. I guess he turned into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buaya&lt;/span&gt; at that time bah, an enduring trait, I assume. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, we went to Coffee Bean to wait for tC for a new round of GS. After all, being the PR of our GC, he is the soul of each GS. But well, tC would rather go home from tuition than to meet us. So, we had a rather slow-paced GS with photo-taking and sms-sharing in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The contents of the GS is of cos confidential. After all, gossiping is for sole entertainment and not for personal attack (though I do bad-mouth people I don't like ever so often). But we concluded that a scandal isn't so simple as it seems, especially with gossipers like us who likes to delve deeper and deeper into meanings that didn't seem to hold any meanings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, as my nick says: There r 2 sides to a coin, &amp;amp; many viewpoints to a scandal... Gossiping is a way to investigate those viewpoints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since we had no new gossips to talk about, we turned the current gossips we have about and around and looked at them in other dimensions/angles/viewpoints and came up with more interesting theories. Hypothesis that will stand until proven wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Investigation reports to be written, Board of Inquiry to be activated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-115341899870778705?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/115341899870778705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=115341899870778705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115341899870778705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/115341899870778705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/07/maats-water-sports-day-actually-not.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114881213217225422</id><published>2006-05-24T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sentosa Going Thrice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wed was a gp5 + gp6 joint gp outing. tot dat at 1st it will b awkward to mit ppl i dunno, but turned out to b quite fine. there were: zin, km, me, gilbert, shuohan, dennis, zp, qw &amp; yf. wow! i remembered all their names. actually, except for qw, i'd met the others some time or another b4, and she really reminds me of trina kok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aniwaes, we went to siloso beach and, wat else? played the luge to start the day. then it was volleyball then frisbee. waha! after warming up to frisbee, we started a competitive frisbee 3-on-3. end up we were all so shagged within 5 min and we mostly succumbed to fatigue and neva resumed the game proper. juz sat ard and chit chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;den, zin, gilbert, qw and me went to build sandcastle near the sea. we built a large circumferential wall+moat b4 starting on our various districts in there. zin built small tents, gil a big pyramid (wateva area he was allocated was for the base of the pyramid). qw built a sloped-roof house while i built a laterally developed complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a bout of tsunami, sandstorm and alien invasion destroyed the city whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and den, we went into the water. 6 of us. there was a little island juz a few tens of metres away from the beach and the water in between became our personal sauna pool. we 1st swam to the other side to see the cockles all lying out on the beach. found two mating cockles and observed them. in fact, we still gave them threesome and foursome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;den it was back to the water to 泡澡 literally. we din swim competitively, din play water games, but juz lazed around, creating sandstorm and tsunamis on each other, lying dead in water, catching minuscule fish dat were smaller than tadpoles (we called them baby &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan bilis&lt;/span&gt;), digging a big hole to dump all the cockles in the vicinity and to find out it was flooded so we dug an aqueduct to drain the water, qw dumped sand into km's pants while he revenged by raining sand on her, forcing yf into the water after he went to put on dry clothes complaining it was too cold, scheming to overturn the passing kayaks, calling out to the guys on the beach (who were playing frisbee on their own), but they din reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 hrs juz frolicking in the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was lazily so enjoyable dat i missed the timing to leave for cluedo meeting. so, considering dat the meeting wld b over when i reach, i decided to go dinner w the outing gp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;den something not dat pleasant happened. they wanted to go marina south for dinner. gil and me decided to gif it a miss. i had a reason, and it was for a gal. everytime i mentioned something remotely related to MS, i had a feeling dat she was v disturbed by it. the last thing i wanted was to let her noe (considering how news passes in csc) i did sth remotely related to MS again. now's not the time. nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and of cos, there were my close frens who despise the idea of getting a discount in MS. i respect my frens and i show my loyalty for my frens by not doing things i noe will make them b displeased. silly, but dat's my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i mishandled my explanation. i tot i said a little too much, may put innocent parties into awkward positions. i told them i din wanna go cos of personal reasons. there r ppl whom i cared abt who will resent the idea of me going there. i REALLY mishandled the situation, cos there were 8 ppl looking at me and i got flustered at the sudden attn. really. but i din say names, nope. not the very least. the very thing i hoped for was dat they forget the incident (which, again, considering how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaypoh&lt;/span&gt; csc ppl r, is hard. at least i wun forget special scandals dat i heard even if they were half-told).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aniwaes, i was amazed dat they actually decided NOT to go MS cos of me. juz for me? oh, and perhaps to make gil stay to. budden, i was so paiseh. 1st i told them something so freaky, next, they had to gif in to me. still, it seemed as tho they put the little incident behind them soon enuf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aniwaes, we went to Dragon Gate to haf dinner buffet. considering how hungry we were, we ordered 21 dishes. mark u, it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt;, but proper dinner courses, all in L portions. there were 3 different crabs, 3 different prawns, fish, veg, tofu, sharks' fins, scallops and many other Unidentified Food. juz when we were struggling to finish the last dishes (mainly the BIG crabs), we ordered 2 rounds of desserts and a 2nd round of dishes like buns (for the chilli crab gravy) and sea cucumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for 8 ppl, we ate a 25-course dinner. yep, dat was 2.5 times more than wat ppl eat in an ave wedding dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i may get sick in the morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now, i haf burnt arms, and not anywhere else (perhaps the legs were not dat obviously burnt). budden, my hands and legs actually felt smoother. i dunno y, i can't explain. it could b due to the sea-sauna. tho i tot s'pore sea waters r dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dunno, i'm still worried abt wat i said and abt the repercussions dat it will bring. i PRAY dat everyone will FORGET wat i said. really. FORGET!!! and sorry if i put any of the ppl i cared for in awkward positions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114881213217225422?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114881213217225422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114881213217225422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114881213217225422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114881213217225422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/05/sentosa-going-thrice-wed-was-gp5-gp6.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114638236107589307</id><published>2006-04-27T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:46.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;First Failure Of The Sem&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's my zen, who failed on me again twice in a yr. this sentence has both gd and bad meanings to it. bad, cos well, when things fail it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; bad. gd, cos the warranty is still valid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i muz say i'm partly at fault for the failure dis time round. starting from the day b4, i suddenly had dis urge to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*erhem*&lt;/span&gt; movies. but as my lifebk has limited space, everytime i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*erhem*&lt;/span&gt; a few movies, i had to transfer them to my laptop. and in the midst of it, i also did a springcleaning for my 2 pcs. the most impt thing is: i used my zen to facilitate the transfer, cos it's supposed to act as a storage device too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but end up it failed juz now. haiz... now i'm stuck w a new batch of movies in my hard disk and there r many more waiting... shucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114638236107589307?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114638236107589307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114638236107589307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114638236107589307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114638236107589307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-failure-of-sem-its-my-zen-who.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114638228173028257</id><published>2006-04-26T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:45.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Panda&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;was listening to my sis's trip to jiu zhai gou w my mum last wk, and she mentioned dat the guide told them dat the dental structure of the pandas indicate dat pandas r carnivorous, as opposed to their bamboo eating habit now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i asked my sis: so y did dat (conversion) happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;she dinno, so i told her: cos they met tripitaka while he was on his way to India and he converted them to buddhism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*cue laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said her trip wasn't gd, partly cos she went in the wrong season. an earlier trip rewards tourists w the remarkable snowscape while a later one will haf a display of floral blossoms (the mountains being a few mths lagging in terms of season changes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if i were to re-visit china again, i'd only go to tibet. c'est tout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114638228173028257?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114638228173028257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114638228173028257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114638228173028257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114638228173028257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/04/panda-was-listening-to-my-siss-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114638207968951800</id><published>2006-04-23T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:45.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Titanic&lt;br /&gt;Two The Surface Trailer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfMqeas5wKA"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfMqeas5wKA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ermz... got the essence of hollywood trailers. but wanting me to watch it juz cos 'jack's back' is a bit dat thing lah. if there's really a sequel, i wan jack to try finding rose but NOT find her (and not noeing she was dead) and instead falls in love unwittingly to rose's (and his) granddaughter!!! waha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz when they were loving like nobody's business, he found out he has developed a life-threatening condition from his freezing of nearly 100 yrs. maebe leukemia. and den, rose's granddaughter (daisy) found out dat she could donate bone marrow to jack cos their DNA matched very well and proceeds to find out dat who jack was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and out of her love for a lover cum grandfather, she donates her bone marrow, dies from complication and brings the truth abt their r/s to her grave. wow!! BUDDEN, daisy was buried in her family plot and it was at her funeral then jack found rose's tomb and realized dat daisy was his granddaughter! he freakingly f****ed (as is common in hollywood movies, pardon me) daisy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack was so devastated dat he cried and cried in front of rose and daisy's tombs. he cried until he died (relapse of leukemia) in front of the tombs and there! 3 butterflies began to flutter ard the tombs and jack's dead body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114638207968951800?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114638207968951800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114638207968951800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114638207968951800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114638207968951800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/04/titanic-two-surface-trailer-ermz.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114638174410821767</id><published>2006-04-16T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:44.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i'll start my mini, zenövic Lent from sunday, 15 Apr to 2 May, my last day of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my mini Lent, i'll give up my favourite foods, the deep fried stuff, chocolate and candies. and i shall only taste them AFTER my last paper ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis shall b it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a start, i had my pre-Lent Mardi Gras celebration w jan on fri w our movie marathon and w xl, hf, yq and pw for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sakae&lt;/span&gt; sushi dinner + chat + &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabo&lt;/span&gt; dessert on sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall elaborate the outings at a later date when i find the time and heart to make the effort lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114638174410821767?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114638174410821767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114638174410821767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114638174410821767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114638174410821767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/04/lent-ill-start-my-mini-zenvic-lent.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114433050098924923</id><published>2006-04-01T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:43.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Holiday!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had a last gathering w jan and kf b4 the mugging starts. went to haf lunch at bm kfc, where we had memories of being there mugging for A-levels for a few mths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;den went to queensway to look-see look-see. den off to GWC to look-see also. den went to kimseng to bowl. had 3 games. den, went to chinatown to source for holiday deals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heh... found dat bintan is actually not bad. near and posh, but cheap. shd b going there in one of the wkends bah. heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and den, pierced my ear at GWC. not dat pain, and not as bloody as i imagined &lt;strike&gt;only lost a beaker full of blood&lt;/strike&gt;. now still feel the dull pain (pinching feel) every now and den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope, my mum and sis din c it. they r not dat observant one. so i'll juz continue to act as if nothing has happened. ha... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114433050098924923?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114433050098924923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114433050098924923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114433050098924923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114433050098924923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/04/holiday-had-last-gathering-w-jan-and.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114433039648166764</id><published>2006-03-30T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:43.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blog What?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no specific theme to blog abt and no big events to tell, i suppose. after blogger lifted its block against me, i couldn't find the time and effort to write abt stuff since god-noes when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mon: had vhdl test. vhdl is where we write programs to simulate and test circuits b4 we implement the circuits physically. and well, cos it's prog, i din gif much damn to it, juz went thru the notes and practiced some tut qns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;turned out dat i could compile and run the simulation to get the required results (which my 2 other frens couldn't accomplish). i was rather satisified w myself, and setting a low expectation really helps. and of cos, i muz note dat dis is the 1st time since time memorial dat i managed to actually compile a prog, much less run and get the desired results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had french test on wed and well, suffered from the consequence of complacency. din tink i nided to study for it. the test turned out to b on something we learnt a few wks ago, so i end up skipping a lot of qns cos i couldn't recall the terms. haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;csl was after dat. even tho we stayed quite late for a 'dialogue session' w sister nancy, i tot it was a gd session. she told us wat we can/shd do in order to control the kids. at the same time, i'm looking forward to the june holidays where we can interact w the kids informally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i mean, yes, such activities will b beyond wat is required of us, but i believe most committed volunteers will welcome it. being the ones on ground to interact w the kids, we worry abt how the kids will start to classify us as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gor gor&lt;/span&gt; who only force them to study and do assessment. yes, tuition sessions may not b 100% academic-based, but the stuff (games, chit chat) we can do on the table is limited. if we hafta b frens and win the trust of the kids, we will haf to b w them away from the table doing stuff as silly as playing catching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was sth sister nancy said dat was v sarcastic (in the literal way) to the way adults, esp us highly-educated ppl, do things. she said dat the best outing for the kids will b to go to the beach and gif them a few balls to play w. dis was a great contrast to the outing we had in dec where we had strutured games. the crucial pt is: kids dun like structured games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess when the comm of dat outing heard it, they muz b cursing silently y they spent so much time planning for the games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dis reminds me of the childhood days. come on, do we haf elder bros and sis to come play w us during those days? who cared abt the spirtitual/emotional health of kids in those days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;juz give me a an eraser, a dinosaur-designed sharpener and marble and they will b the Thrilling Trio who seeks adventures near their home of a table organiser. as time went by, they had a car improvised from a skateboard-sharpener, an associate of a penguin, a giraffe and 2 cars (free gifts when u buy darlie).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the vacuum cleaner will b my personal automobile (tho i once got a beating for dislocating the wheel of my tpt) and the bunk beds and cupboards were my tree house and mountain ranges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the 3-rm flat i was confined in was literally my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and cos of the confines i was in, i lived in a fantasy world where in each of the 'series', i'd b the lead who solves mysteries or got bullied. it can't b blamed if i still act as if the real world dun exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arh... enuf of lamenting abt the forgotten days. rite now, there's a line of tests coming up next wk, so i haf a lot to prep for. and not forgetting dat i hafta take care of non-academic stuff like frens and family. i WILL NOT b a mugging machine but a well-balanced being. no way i'm gonna exchange an A w my frens. heh... if i'm not cut out to b an A student den so be it. B is still not bad. even if i get a C, i'm still much better off than the rest of the s'poreans who dun even get a proper degree (cos there r ppl who HAS degree, but from god-noes where).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haiz... where has my magical powers gone to??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114433039648166764?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114433039648166764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114433039648166764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114433039648166764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114433039648166764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-what-no-specific-theme-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114433016516764391</id><published>2006-03-19T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:42.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Help Me Do Survey (add on)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;juz TWO MCQs, simple and quick. help me ask ur frens and family and put in the choices for them lor. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.asp?u=520531911583"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aniwaes, went to sweep tomb today. juz liddat. very smoky and yar, came home smelling bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, the mon blues got me into killing my engin career, and the cause of it all was of cos the e6 tut which i had no idea wat was going on. tut used to b the time when i could catch up w the module, now they dun. i go into tuts and come out of it w zero gain in experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much was the pressure dat i headed straight to biz to try and ask abt the procedures w transferring or rematriculating myself into biz ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yar, an awful truth hit me: cos i haf completed more than 2 sems of my current studies, when i change course, be it tfr or rematr or switching to another uni, i will no longer receive the tuition grant subsidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i can't even get out of the bloody mess i'm in. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;budden, since i'm gonna fail at least one more module dis sem, will engin still wanna keep me? den wat will happen to me sia? no more degrees liaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... better start training up for proj superstar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Based on your drawing and the 10 answers you gave this is a summary of your personality:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You are shy and reserved. If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a romantic person by nature. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Your IQ score is 131. This means that you are smarter than 98.0% of all other Super IQ test takers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This number is the result of a scientifically-tested formula based on how many questions you answered correctly on the Tickle Super IQ Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But there's more to intelligence than a single number, a single score, or a single label. Tickle uses 8 distinguishable dimensions of intelligence in the Super IQ Test. By analyzing your individual scores on those 8 scales, we are able to look beyond the raw IQ score into how you process information, and which intellectual strengths you're best at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Your test results indicate that the way you process information makes you a Visual Linguist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You are highly intelligent and multi-talented. Particularly strong are your language skills and your ability to interpret visual information. You tend to map things out spatially, so it's immediately clear to you how things work. Understanding abstract concepts is unusually easy for you and it helps that you are able to see things differently, to see multiple angles on one situation or thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You have a very realistic interpretation of life, but your mind is capable of complex, conceptual thought. With most things, you just know what you know and don't particularly enjoy having to explain why or how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&gt; dis sounds too gd to b true. and heck? y am i in engin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114433016516764391?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114433016516764391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114433016516764391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114433016516764391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114433016516764391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/03/help-me-do-survey-add-on-juz-two-mcqs.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114248313039445972</id><published>2006-03-05T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:42.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;started w a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; buffet w the zps gang, tho we skipped from mirama to dragon gate cos the former was fully bked. and we ate a lot even after fred came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;den went to kim seng to bowl (via great world to buy 4D from our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; receipt). played 2 rounds and had lotsa fun, cos we were like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; siao kias&lt;/span&gt; who cheered and shouted at every small thing, from strikes to 'goals' (eh... sound like football betting eh?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;den it was back to great world again to bet on the total scores we had for the bowling. wat gamblers we r! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and thru out the day, we were like joking abt epl (he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; the cause for the outing, cos we were celebrating the Independance Day of xy from epl) all the way. gosh, i wonder if he was sneezing on the jet plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and den, it was foc gp6 outing at marina south. turn out was bad, but the nephews bryan brot out were fun, tho it was rather irritating near the end when their sister had to keep urging them to stop playing and go home. i mean, kids r supposed to b obedient ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of cos, the highlight gossip of the day was wat xy and fred (finally) told me. well, not sure of my feelings/rxn up till now, juz dat the news is indeed interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;does it concern me? perhaps it does, perhaps not. after all, it seemed to me dat i happened to b at the place at the coincidental time s.t it concerned me. budden, things happened w/o me noeing or realizing; if i dinno, does it concern me? if it concerns me, y din i noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114248313039445972?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114248313039445972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114248313039445972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114248313039445972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114248313039445972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-out-started-w-dim-sum-buffet-w-zps.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114139778530905629</id><published>2006-03-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:42.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Retribution&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for not trying to catch up on my studies during the mid-term break. arh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the results of my 1st core module midterm came and i got 20%. aiyah... when the tutor showed us the ans, i was like: sianz... sure die one... perhaps i can make up for it in the finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today's french test, i tot it was like the prev one, which was short and ez. but hell! it wasn't! a 1.5hr paper! besides normal verbs and grammar, there were comprehension and essay. OMG. thank gdness my basics r still rather gd and i managed to xian my way thru the essay. lol i hope nothing drastic happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tmr got probability test. only started reading thru the notes on mon, so preparing to toil thru the nite to go thru the tut. hope i dun gif up halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes... i said i'm going to toil thru the nite. THE PIG who nids 10 hrs of sleep a day (as if i am wakable b4 the 10-hr limit is up) is going to sacrifice his sleep tonite! shall hang on w coffee and chicken essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying really sux. i sacrificed my csl visit today in order to finish the notes. haiz... my attendance dis sem for csl isn't gd. up till now it's only 50%. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really dunno wat to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114139778530905629?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114139778530905629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114139778530905629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114139778530905629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114139778530905629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/03/retribution-for-not-trying-to-catch-up.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114139737275057575</id><published>2006-02-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:41.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tests On Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the whole world seems to b doing it (johari window), so i tot i shd not b left behind also... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=zenov"&gt;abt my gd &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?view=zenov"&gt;abt my bad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been feeling a bit lousy these days. fri's test was disastrous, cos i dinno how to do the qns. most prob i'll fail the 2 tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and then, there's another stuff. it's amazing how i can grow sick of a person w/o even seeing the person. sometimes, working alone is really better, like being the sole Log Head of cscday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i nid to calm down. if not, i'll juz hurt the person and worsen the situation by shooting unkind words (even if it means over virtual space).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;actually, i suppose i've become so used to working alone since my JC days, dat i'm having difficulties working w other ppl. but still, i dun tink i'm in the wrong. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i shd really join Project Superstar shd it b out dis coming hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at most times, i act like a gal: tinking irrationally and letting emotions get the better of me. it has its pros and of cos its cons. sth nice had happened (or rather, i found out abt sth nice) and i'm feeling more appeased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to b an angel always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114139737275057575?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114139737275057575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114139737275057575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114139737275057575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114139737275057575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/02/tests-on-me-whole-world-seems-to-b.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114139716022950498</id><published>2006-02-18T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:41.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shameless&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;despite the whiplash from joining 2004 xrrj, i submitted one ' poem' to an organization dat collates and sends compositions to record companies. so... i juz told them i was submitting a set of lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and den, juz today, received a reply dat told me dat they wanted lyrics written based on old melodies (old as in published, but not golden melodical old...). desperate to earn their favour, i replied instantly dat the lyrics i sent them was actually based on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hua Yuan&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now i'm waiting for another reply. most prob will hafta wait for another 2 wks plus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114139716022950498?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114139716022950498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114139716022950498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114139716022950498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114139716022950498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/02/shameless-despite-whiplash-from.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-114019525322108308</id><published>2006-02-14T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:40.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;11 More Min To Liberalization&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeay!! siam most of dis day by staying at home, den going for lab 2-5pm, den reaching library when most of the V-day crowd rushes off for their candle-lit dinners. amazingly, there were still couples in CL mugging. poor gals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aniwaes, had a fun lab today, fixing wires onto the breadboard. u see, tis the 1st time we get to use complicated components (and noeing wat's really going on inside the chips) and den, cos it's a proj, the rules r more stringent. ie, the there must not b excess wires all over the board, wires muz not criss cross or run over other components. cos of dis, the pliers and wire cutters dat i bot finally came into use...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;reallt felt so electrical-engineer today fixing the wires and deciding how my wires shd run on the board etc. eh... but perhaps the physical fixing of wires belong to the job of technicians, yar? i'm an engineer-wannabe... but really, i prefer fixing stuff. for 3 whole hrs, my whole attn was fixed on my breadboard and dat i din even yawn unlike when i was mugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and speaking of mugging, asked my fren abt the scope of the test tmr, and guess wat? i over-studied! in fact, the lectures haven't even covered the parts i've oredi reached! damn! and it was no wonder i was the onli one in the lab who knew wat the GAs were tokking abt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but no, i'm not gonna pass the test, cos i haven't touched the tutorials yet. it's disastrous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-114019525322108308?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/114019525322108308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=114019525322108308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114019525322108308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/114019525322108308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/02/11-more-min-to-liberalization-yeay.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113894471038224046</id><published>2006-02-02T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:39.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Fortunes Muz B Overspilling...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chor yat&lt;/span&gt;, i spilled the steamboat soup early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chor yee&lt;/span&gt;, i spilled the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gim ji ba kwa&lt;/span&gt; all over the living rm floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chor sam&lt;/span&gt;, i spilled love letter all over my shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chor see&lt;/span&gt;, i spilled over into the toilet bowl w the stale milk dat garnered me 2 days of MC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chor ng&lt;/span&gt;, i spilled the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor gai&lt;/span&gt; over the kitchen counter (and the floor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wat will i spill tmr? some ppl's beans?? hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113894471038224046?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/113894471038224046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=113894471038224046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113894471038224046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113894471038224046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-fortunes-muz-b-overspilling.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113894488064258761</id><published>2006-01-31T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:40.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Outing On 3rd Day of CNY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;except for my aunt who came visit us yesterday, my itinerary for the CNY was almost empty. went to stef's hse today for a muangna outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not much tho, cos there were only jh, sr, xt, fungi &amp; shuhui who... erhem... came awfully late. we started w a leisure chit chat session preceding a card session. den we rotted ard to wait for sh to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;halfway thru, stef's other frens from her class came and guess wat? one of them was benny from zps. ha... he was trying v hard to act familiar w me, while i kept holding on to his hand in the hope dat he wld gif me a gd, hearty handshake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aniwaes, it was after sh came dat we started a gd, in depth chit chat i could engage in very well (in depth cos i could take pt in it more...). ha... and cos she came very late, most of the others returned home soon after, leaving me, her, stef and stef's fren. crapped ard a bit, 1st me w sh and stef w her fren, den we mingled together. ha... den sh suddenly went off and let us three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmm... i was feeling VERY seriously goosy-berry. haiyoh... but i dinno how to go abt announcing i'll b going off... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing we found out was dat i could b autistic. hmmm... cos stef was like saying autistic kids r v particular to unconstructive details. most of the time, they could b staring at the ceiling and observing details like the ceiling fan, how many rev it makes etc. i remember my childhood as juz the ceiling of my parents' rm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den she said sth like autistics lack the socialising skills, which was like me! i haf all along suspected there was sth wrong w me, u noe... i sound off during the 1st few instances dat stef brot up, and shut up after dat realizing how close her descriptions were to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally, went off. hmmm... end of 6-hr outing to a place very near my home... it has been a LONG time man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting...  after i finished posting, i went to look up on autism to look for signs of autism... and found out dat i had a rather high incidence of signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Has &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; loss of &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt;         language or social skill at &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; age (lost my social skill during army. i was VERY worried abt it and brot up to my councillor during dat time, but she juz plainly told me NO ONE ever loses socializing skills...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child does not respond to his/her name (as in, ppl could b calling me and i wun respond cos i din hear them...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child cannot explain what he/she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At times, the child seems to be deaf (which gets on most ppl's nerves when i keep going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child seems to hear sometimes, but not others (isn't dis same as above?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child throws intense or violent tantrums (dat was such a long time ago...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child is hyperactive, uncooperative, or oppositional (OPPOSITIONAL==me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child has poor eye contact (still a prob for me now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child gets “stuck” on things over and over         and can’t move on to other things (i recall my time trying phy qns...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child seems to prefer to play alone (absolutely TRUE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child gets things for him/herself only (&amp; i call dis LOVING MYSELF...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child is very independent for his/her age (i rarely rely on other ppl to do stuff for me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child seems to be in his/her “own world.” (zenovia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child seems to tune people out (how do i explain dis...? it juz happens...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The child shows unusual attachments to toys, objects, or         schedules (i.e., always holding a string or having to put socks on before pants). (i used to haf a habit of retracing my footsteps. i believed i leave a line along the path i took, and i muz retrace my steps so dat i could retreive the string and dat the string dun get tangled up ard corners...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Child spends a lot of time lining things up or putting         things in a certain order (i'm more particular abt those stuff STAYING IN ORDER...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113894488064258761?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/113894488064258761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=113894488064258761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113894488064258761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113894488064258761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/01/outing-on-3rd-day-of-cny-except-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113855130054098882</id><published>2006-01-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:39.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eventful Wk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fell sick last wk; it started after cscday ended. perhaps it was due to the screaming ==&gt; sore throat ==&gt; inflammation. perhaps it was due to the hectic wk leading to the event, days when i slept at 1am and woke up at 6am (hey... pigs nid TEN hrs of sleep a day, k...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but aniwaes, it became full blown on thurs, so much so dat i decided to skip sch and see a doc instead. yup, nid the medication so dat i could stay alive WHEN I CROSS THE CAUSEWAY W 2 'YOUNG' FRENS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ate curry fish head, tho we din seem to b skilful in savouring both the curry and the fish head totally. 3 of us only managed to clear half a medium pot, whereas the ones sitting across us literally 'bottoms up'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;den went shopping at citysq. hmmm... it was more like them accompanying me shop rather than us shopping together (scavenging thru the boxes of briefs... waha...). i muz say my groggy mood was affecting my low level of hyperivity. we eventually settled at secret recipe and ate a slice of cake each. waha... the doc said i was suffering from gastric flu, which wld affect my appetite. i ate more stuff instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fri, still felt too sick. cos when i returned home on thurs, i ran into a fever and conked out for 14hrs straight after downing 2 panadols. and since i had lect in the morning only, i stayed at home all day to recuperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sat: LB cny celebration. muz admit i felt a bit xtra. cos i din take pt much in the prep. and i was still groggy. seeing the others gorging on food meant for the elderly made me even more sick... (double pun here!) but i could see the elderly were enjoying themselves. heh... i suggested the pass the lantern game, but i wun like to play it myself tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aniwaes, been tinking abt SEP. something a 'young' fren told me rang a bell: i'll most prob flunk the modules cos they will b tot in finnish. well, having the modules tot in finnish went thru my mind b4, but i din consider i'd fail. budden, come to tink of it, unless they suggest an eng based txtbk for us, i'll DEFINITELY fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and den i'm tinking. failing is bad. it means i'll hafta retake modules (6 at most) in addition to prog. and engin's rule was dat anyone who failed more than 2 modules muz leave engin. now i dunno if they included those under S/U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yup, tho the fun and exp will more than make up for the loss provided i dun kena kicked out of engin, but spending all the money to juz enjoy but and end up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da-bao&lt;/span&gt;ing is v sinful. really. it will most prob come up to 10k. well... i dunno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and den the reminders on application for internship is here. given the choice, i'd want to do BOTH sep and internship. internship maebe all shit and stuff compared to sep, but i'll b earning some bucks rather than spending tonnes of it, yar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haiz... i really dunno. dat day kamung told me it is possible to request for internal swap of sep uni. but when i recall the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guai-lan&lt;/span&gt; faces of my sep coordinater and facilitator, i go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nua-chee-chee&lt;/span&gt; liaoz. sianz... besides, the only places i wanna change to (canada, US, cos their exchange rate lower than euro &amp; pounds) may b too hot to b vacant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haiz... haiz... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops! juz went to check at the UO website after posting and found out dat courses in telecommunications systems r tot in eng!! yay!!! i'm safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non&lt;/span&gt;!!! the courses r limited in num!!! the courses i've mapped r tot in finnish!! now i'm finished!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113855130054098882?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113751193359002818</id><published>2006-01-12T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:39.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crazy 24 hrs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;started w an exhilerating msn chat w someone till 3am. fishing for info to draft out her timetable, finding our her interests and probing into her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and wat can i say? initially, i told jan dat someone's profile was like us. likes chinese pop, ktv etc. i neva expected her profile to b as close to me beyond imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;she likes sammi. dat was a surprise! it has been a long time i found someone who likes sammi. she has 3 siblings. gosh... but she's a taurus. and guess wat? i went to astrology.com to make a compatibility match. the results was WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;budden, it was all on my pt. gotta hafta do sth liaoz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;things went on a downturn when i woke up in the morning. end up i missed an sms sent by gd fren on the very nite (mon) i asked for her help. someone told her dat s***w** asked her b4 liaoz, and she said no, cos she has someone in mind liaoz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i was like: oops! so gd fren noes i was leading her on when i told her i was asking on behalf of sw. and gd fren ended w a line: if u nid anymore help, i will b there lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;haiz... one more ppl in the noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and den, rite after i stepped out of home, i received my ICT notification. became sad, cos i dun wanna go ict. not now. not 6 mths later! wat was more, i was supposed to b on holding list. y was i called up for ict w/o anyone telling me where i'm posted to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;called emindef, and the personnel was like: U NEVA ACKNOWLEDGED UR NOTIFICATION. if u acknowledged, u will noe ur unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but the prob was: i ACKNOWLEDGED AND RECEIVED THE ACKNOWLEDGMENT SMS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the bloody guy (dunno if he was nsf or not) juz repeated the above sentence w/o letting me finish &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; sentence and told me to call the notification hotline again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;end up i still din get wat i wanted, cos i OREDI ACKNOWLEDGED THE MSG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;aniwaes, logged on to MIW and failed to access MyCallup and MyUnit. sianz. had to send an e-mail for troubleshooting cos i din want to tok to dat freaking emindef guy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;receieved a request for tuition after dat, but had to decline the offer cos she wanted me to start teaching dis fri, but i hafta prep for cscday. but well, she lives in bishan. on the way, but not too convenient. and she was not happy, so she withdrew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;went for french lect and felt scared. there i was, fretting over how my lessons packed from 9-6 everyday for 5 days, w/o spare time for me to do self-study, and the monsieur was telling us dat there r a lot of self-study to b done out of lect, which includes assignments. freaked out, and given my state of mind, the news was weighing on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;really. by den i was abt to snap. the pressure of baring my feelings, ict and its troubles, and workload of the future. and den, on the way to csl, found dat my creative zen was badly scratched on the screen. was so upset, i was crying on the bus. haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;had a nice chat w fred juz now. i knew i was being mean, but i juz dumped all my grumbles over msn. and frankly speaking, i felt better. yup, a FREE listening ear was gd. ha... cos i only grumbled to jan thru sms, i had to consider the amt of $$$ involved and had to restrict my wordings. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and as for closing, i abandoned my plan tonite cos i tot i was not in the condition to do so w/o spoiling everything. my mood was super depressed and i felt like i was on the brink of tears all the time. couldn't tink straight, so i postponed my plan till tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yup... make my appearance ard her lt. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113751193359002818?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' 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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-6730886.post-113751155154043661</id><published>2006-01-08T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:38.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This Past Holiday Season...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;was a time i used to mit up quite a number of frens. mit up: spending more time together, unlike the hi-bye situations during term times. ha... okok... lemme see who i met up w.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;1st meet up was kf. actually, i went to visit him at his workplace b4 the exams ended. was v cooped up studying and was looking for someone to tok cock. v nice. one person whom i can tok both serious stuff and totally crappy subjects and not having to take note of the exact words i used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then, it was the dinner w ziwei and jan. yup... had been trying to mit up w jan during term time, but it was difficult for us to find a common time, so dat was a v precious moment. in fact, i suppose it was the 1st time dat the 3 of us r meeting together. aniwaes, had a long and hearty conversation. ziwei providing me w a cold, hard truth and jan telling abt her working life. ha... missed it. met at harborfront, ate at the foodcourt where we &lt;a href="http://zenovintimate.blogspot.com/2005/01/bday-bash-for-jan-construction.html"&gt;celebrated jan's b'day&lt;/a&gt; almost a yr ago. wahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then, it was the x'mas meet up w xueli, huifen and kf. had dinner at cafe cartel at bkt panjang, and then off to hf's hse for an overnight mahjong. bad idea, cos i lost over 30 bucks in 5 hrs. of cos we had gift exchange. waha... i received a box of nougats from hf. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then, i met up w the ban muangna ppl. well, it muz haf been yrs since we last met up. yup... the last meet-up i remember was the CNY in J2, when we set up a fund-raising stall for ban muangna sch. was v awkward at 1st, then it was ok. juz meeting up, not a heart-to-heart affair. learned abt other ppl's current situations. busy, busy, busy, all of them seemed to haf been leading a rather meaningful life. all but me. hmmm... how do i start looking for meaning in my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;frens frens... it's really a tough job to keep them. haiz... frens... i miss u all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113751155154043661?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/113751155154043661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=113751155154043661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113751155154043661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113751155154043661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-past-holiday-season.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113500704436735234</id><published>2005-12-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:38.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;fUcK durai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;din wanna blog today (kaoz... gotta go count how many times i'd used dis as an opening...) cos i'm tired. cleared customs and reached home only 2am dis morn and had to rush to sch to settle some admin stuff and cscday trials. waha... nearly couldn't open my eyes thru out the trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, more on dat later bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;well, saw on the news the financial report on NKF. felt so damn &lt;em&gt;dulan&lt;/em&gt;, dunno y. thru out the whole report, i was like cursing and &lt;em&gt;tsk&lt;/em&gt;-ing and was all depressed. somehow, the words &lt;em&gt;CORRUPTED&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;fuck durai&lt;/em&gt; kept appearing in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;on a more official and noble level, i was angry at how they could juz waste (waste is a better word. embezzle is wat i feel more strongly) nearly half a million of dollars on selfish stuff. here, the mkting teams in csc were like knocking on steel doors, and there they spent $450k on concert tix dat had no clear records who used them (supposedly for rewarding loyal donors).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;personally, i'm even more &lt;em&gt;bek cek&lt;/em&gt;. $450k is too much to tok abt, maebe. wat abt the $300k durai got by manipulating w loopholes and numbers to convert his leave into money? dat money was 3 times more than wat i nid to go study in UB. exactly enuf for me to go UMich. fuck u! i was going crazy over $100k for the past 1 yr, fell out w my family and there u r, kiao kar can get $300k and 1 golden tap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i'm really depressed. some fuckers r juz so much freaking luckier than me. i'm toiling aimlessly for a broken dream and look at wat some ppl get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;fuck durai. fuck my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113500704436735234?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/113500704436735234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=113500704436735234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113500704436735234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113500704436735234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/12/fuck-durai-din-wanna-blog-today-kaoz.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113448325198454015</id><published>2005-12-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:38.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blabber &amp;amp; Blabber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i used to tink dat i'm bloggative during exams cos i was stressed. turned out it happens to me at times when i haf lots of time on hand. played NWN for whole day, till i felt like puking. haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yup, and of cos, i muz comment on the expansion. dunno y, it's so buggy, even after i patched it. sometimes, it refused to let me rest cos 'i cannot rest so soon after exerting myself'. another time, i din recover fully after i took the antidote which i got for accomplishing my tasks. all these times, i had to re-play to get rid of the bug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and another prob dat added on was dat the number of times of auto-save has reduced dramatically. so, for the 2nd scenario juz now, i had to revert to a file i saved 3 hrs b4 dat, cos i immediately 'quick-saved' after i took the antidote. shucks. end up i played the whole chap again, which thankfully, i haven't gone much into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;play and play. whole sun was devoted to NWN:HOTU. and i haven't finished chap 2 cos of the bug. haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and of cos, been busying myself w the cscday thingy. since i haf the time at hand, mite as well help more for the prog guys to source for items. haha... i felt like a desk-jobber (attend mkt1003 to understand the term, under retailing). i held no phy inventory, but i oredi had the stocks ready for them. dis, provided dat my main supplier, rh, DUN FLY ME PIGEON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;saw the great sun today and finally took my bike out for a ride. and damn! i tink it lacked oiling, cos i haven't even go 1/10 of the usual dist i rode and i'm oredi shag. as shag as running for 2.4km. wtf. i used to go some 20m when i stop pedalling. now it goes 2m. and the rear wheel was giving farnie, periodic noise, liddat of an exhaust. couldn't really figure out the source of the noise, but i oiled the gears after dat. din want to test-ride it liaoz, cos i was super shag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;great sun wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;but i actually felt less water-bloated. ha... after all the sweating. and also, cos of the exercise/warm-up to my diaphragm, i could sing better. haha... non-stop for 1hr and not feeling fatigue at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm... wat else? anybody noes of any method of seeing someone when there r no official outings/activities till next wed? somehow, i believe she dunno my ulterior motives. how? wat if she kena kapok by other ppl? grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ok... off to NWN. but b4 dat, lemme see wat drafts i haf left outstanding for show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113448325198454015?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/113448325198454015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=113448325198454015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113448325198454015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113448325198454015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/12/blabber-blabber-i-used-to-tink-dat-im.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113448269610659963</id><published>2005-12-08T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:38.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Post Exams Holidays&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;had a rather hectic wk. by 'hectic', i mean having things to fulfill, unlike my prev holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm... where shall i start? actually, i only planned to fill dis wk, so, after my solo mini-movie marathon last wed, i tot i could slack till mon. suddenly on sat, i was told there was LB, so i literally flew down to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it wasn't a bustling affair. app 11 ppl went. tokked to someone at first, cos she was one of the earliest. as more and more ppl came, i tot it would b seriously suspicious if i keep bugging her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, started a tok w epl and it went on and on. amazingly, i told him sth i hadn't plan to tell anybody in the near future. but i did aniwaes, and i suppose he told her gf liaoz. ie, the month after dec. ha... so, tinking dat i shdn't delay, i told fred too on mon and anybody dat i tink i shd tell face-to-face. (more on dat later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;he and i went to visit the deaf uncle, who, as usual, has his own political rally speech ready. din really catch 100% of it, but got the idea generally. cos my attn span ~= 0, i nearly fell asleep at one pt. as usual, epl and i were all too eager to leave his place on the dot, dat we were the earliest (again) to b at the meeting area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and we tokked even more. i admit dat i was afraid of the awkward of silence dat will befall on us, so i kept tokking and tokking, same topic, same grouches, anything but silence. the others took a gruelling 25 min to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, had an after-activity gathering at anchorpt (where else) and had silly toks. w james ard, it means a lot of silly tok. got v high. really. i suppose i was so high, i used up my happiness quota for the next few days, s.t i felt so blue till yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;mon, went to creative hq to get my zen fixed. the headphone jack was faulty, giving awkward sound. my zen was admitted. haiz... creative hq changed a lot after half a yr. they shifted Creativex to the place where we used to Q up. the shop is now bigger, more spacious, and contains the cust care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then shot down back to sch to mit fred, who helped me bk the pa system for cscday. one thing down. yay!!! den we had a lunch-tea break at genki. juz chilling out, i tot. we din speak much, but juz hang ard each other, enjoying his company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;met fetch and shirong in genki itself, had a small tok (fred to fetch and me to shirong, cos fred dunno shirong). dat's all. was careful approaching the subj of SEP, cos i dunno wat his stand was. end up finding out dat he decided not to apply for it. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;den, it was home. or so i tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;reached punggol, but found the sky overcast, ie, no sun, ie no motivation to go cycling, so hopped back onto the train and off to compasspoint to pig out and shopped. bot a nice-looking t-shirt. but really, i was hoping to get the baleno t-shirt, cos it was plain enuf for me to look less dressed up. aniwaes, finally took a look at the boardshorts at OP, and concluded dat they r prejudiced against fat ppl like me, so i decided to shed dat 4 inches juz to fit into their shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i will achieve my aim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;if i can get up tmr morn for the run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;tue, went ktv w ziwei. it was such a clean-cut affair. she asked me if tue was ok, i found it free, and we juz went. sang to our hearts contents, tho i lost my voice, cos v long neva sing liaoz. lol wat abt superstar??? liddat how to join?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm... let's tink abt my belly 1st, yar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it was till den i realized how long i hadn't spoken to ppl. actually, i suspected it on sat while tokking to epl, but i tot it was cos i was using eng, which i had a hard time using esp in front of a &lt;em&gt;kentang&lt;/em&gt;. ha... my 1st few songs in ktv were filled w me mouthing wrong words. i really felt chinese was v foreign to me, cos i hadn't the chance to use it at all dis sem. no one to tok to me in chi too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;den, went for 2 meetings on wed evening. or rather, 1, cos i was late for the 1st one. ermz... meetings r so boring, they r meaningless to tok abt. i hate brainstorming, cos my brain could churn no useful ideas. kept feeling dat i'm wasting a spot in the comms, when some big-brainer could haf done a better job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;arh... well, tmr got workshop. actually, there was one today too, but i overslept and gave it a miss. ha... den, gotta go csl on fri for the x'mas decor. yay!!! i miss the kids, wateva's left of them, cos most of them returns to their families during hols, they were the only ones who can make me happy despite my happiness quota. then... i shall start distributing the flyers i made for home tuition next sem on sat. aiyah... 400 is only enuf for abt 3 blks, gotta print and cut more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;den... gotta prepare my study plan for submission next next mon. den, dinner w jan and ziwei, den off to colmar tropicale in bt tinggi. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;after dat, cscday trials, furniture shopping, spring cleaning, outing w xl and gals (undecided leh...), and banner painting, den sch reopens. not to mention the stuff i had to do for biz com. xiaoz... dis has gotta b my busiest holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;boohoo!! i wanna play Guild Wars!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113448269610659963?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/113448269610659963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=113448269610659963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113448269610659963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113448269610659963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-exams-holidays-had-rather-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113221062599036802</id><published>2005-11-15T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:37.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Time of Exams; When My Precious Time Away From Mugging is Preferably Slotted For Stoning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;life takes a downward turn, to a valley, becomes boringer, as exams draw near. not dat i lead an exciting life tho. but exams have taken such priority dat i am spending less efforts in sourcing pix for the blog to make it look nice. which is y i haf turned to posting &lt;a href="http://zenovphoto.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-current-wallpaper.html"&gt;My Current Wallpaper&lt;/a&gt;, the beauty of pix, w a little sense of being up-to-date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yup, actually, during the period of me getting v enthu over spicing up my blog, i made a number of drafts and backups for keeping the blog up-to-date during exams, which is y u guys keep seeing entries dat haf NBs stating the actual date of blogging. well, i do haf a 怪癖 to keep dates correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;haha... the MAIN reason for the last para was actually to say dat the wallpapers I'll b posting up r actually completed, but i wun b posting ALL up at a go, cos, as mentioned, it was to keep my blog 'updated-looking'. besides, i haven't used most of the Wallpapers i made, so it wun b consistent w the title of Current Wallpapers if i posted those dat i haven't used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes aniwaes, my drafts aren't dat plentiful, juz dat during periods of drought due to exam dues, i'll haf sth to contribute. haha... repeating myself again and again to maintain the length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;so... went for my last lab for the sem on wed. e4 (short for ee2004. i used to use juz the module code's letters for short form, like cs for cs1101c, bsp for econs, lsm for gen bio. budden, i haf 2 modules w the same letters, ie ee, so i use e4 and e5 instead) lab, as usual, was deceivingly easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it was juz simple instructions of connecting wires from the machine to the device (e5 had us contruct a whole bloody, confusing-when-all-wires-r-incorporated circuits). but the actual work of manipulating the software and plotting graphs (9 of them!) was tough. like the 1st lab of e4, i walked out of the lab w ZERO learning exp pts and a pounding headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and there was another matter. rem the guy whom i mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://zenovnus.blogspot.com/2005/11/frens-ive-known-dis-sem-realized-i.html"&gt;intro of frens i noe dis sem&lt;/a&gt;, the loner? well, turned out dat we not only were in the same 2 labs for e5, we were also in the same 2 labs for e4. budden, we still din speak to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and i was at the same time feeling all guilty and &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt;. one day i'm blogging abt how delicious he was, the next day he appeared b4 me and looking in my way as if he read the entry and knew all i'd written abt him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;of cos dis was all wild tots, cos the possibilities of him reading my blog, esp THE ENTRY was nanotesimally small; it was all my guilty conscience. blogging abt someone is bad enuf, be it gd stuff or bad stuff i said, not to mention lustful tots abt the person, someone i dun even noe the name of. haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ppl... ppl... they juz love to find worries to wear around their neck, yar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, x'mas abt to come, i suppose? ntuc at punggol plaza oredi put up x'mas decors. i'm gonna save up dis mth's allowance and spend it w next mth's in an after-exams shopping spree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and if i dun get a rm in pgp for next sem, i'll start advertising in my neighbourhood dis hols for tuition jobs. yes, door-to-door pamphlets. someone WILL want tuition, yar? one oso can, 1 mth 150 bucks oso &lt;em&gt;buay pai&lt;/em&gt;. somemore, i've gotten quite accustomed to tutoring kids at csl, surely tuition at home isn't 10x more diff bah? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, sth wrong w my mouse. the cursor used to keep moving when i wanted (and kept the mouse) it fixed at a pt. now, the cursor isn't listening to my mouse. had to use the touchpad which i hate using. kaoz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh yar, wrt the former phenomena, it was cos of some tech constructs. u see, optical mouse works by shooting a laser onto a surface and detecting the reflections. in order for the mouse to b sensitive, esp during gaming where lagging == death, the laser shoots in pulses in MHz. if a mouse is stationary, it will receive the same reflections and thus, cursor dun move. somehow, my mouse is detecting all kinds of reflections even when it's stationary, which explains y the cursor moves when the mouse isn't. now, i suspect the detecting device has gone from detecting too much to detecting too little. haiz... another item added to my shopping list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;okok... enuf crap. wanted to juz fill the length of the blog, now it's clogging w crap. kaoz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Nov 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;haiz... dunno y... been feeling blue. shall quote from my mkt: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;perceiving a difference between a person's ideal and actual situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be exact, it was juz explaining how consumers kickstart their buying process, perceive a difference large enuf to trigger a decision, be it for toothpaste or mp3 player. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;but i'm quoting it, to 断章取义, twist it to convey wat i'm feeling. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yup, juz sth i'm feeling, perhaps to explain the sense of emptiness dat's lodged within me ('&lt;em&gt;lodged&lt;/em&gt;'? well, seem awkward for sth dat has no form...). haiz... perhaps it's studying for exams, wat i wanna cover (ideal) and wat i've covered (actual) dat has been bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and perhaps it's some other things in similar form. i noe wat it is, but i'm not telling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, went for a new haircut on mon, cos it was getting terribly unmanageable. literally changed a new hairstyle, cos i told the guy to do sth to make my head look less rounded. and he did. btw, i went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://shunjimatsuo.com/academy/index.php"&gt;shunji matsuo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at tampines and had the haircut + wash for $26.25. cheaper than at bm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, realized dat it was me, not my hairstyles dat is problematic. he gave me a rather cool hairstyle, sth in the likes of 申东靖, or kary in My Date W Wampire. but somehow, i feel dat i look more like kary than 申东靖. i had an usually feminine face. not the masculine, sharp-eyed face of normal guys. which was y i tink i look like a gal in any hairstyles. which was y i tink i suck in every hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;went to sch today and was terrified dat someone will stare at me and wonder wtf i had done to my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;whoa!!! cool hair, but sucky face...&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;no camera at hand to take pic, so, too bad lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Nov 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113221062599036802?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/113221062599036802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=113221062599036802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113221062599036802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113221062599036802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-of-exams-when-my-precious-time.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113076401741340720</id><published>2005-10-29T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:37.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting My 1st Flooble Blog Entry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;i neva knew it was such fun to make comments on my flooble; tokking w my pseudo selves. haha... shall do the same to other ppl's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, here's the conversation w myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Info" href="javascript:popupinfo("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r u tokking abt me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Info" href="javascript:popupinfo("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;JnF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;who r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Info" href="javascript:popupinfo("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;JnF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;damn... r u someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Info" href="javascript:popupinfo("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yes... haha... juz joking. i'm somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Info" href="javascript:popupinfo("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;JnF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WTF... somebody doesn't noe of my presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Info" href="javascript:popupinfo("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;momo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i sense a case of split personality here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Info" href="javascript:popupinfo("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yar... dun impersonate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Info" href="javascript:popupinfo("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;blur cock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CCB... i'm confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Info" href="javascript:popupinfo("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;CCB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;go watch some porn =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Info" href="javascript:popupinfo("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;JnF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*BEEP!* no vulgarities. damn. y all the actitvities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yup, when there r no activities in my flooble, i make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113076401741340720?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/113076401741340720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=113076401741340720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113076401741340720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113076401741340720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/10/presenting-my-1st-flooble-blog-entry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113051303603202806</id><published>2005-10-26T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:37.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do U Want My Life or Wat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;juz realized i haven't been updating on my life, like describing my everyday tasks... but even if i do, i doubt there's anything fresh. i dun mit frens, nor do i step out of home everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i've been slacking at home as much as i could, cos the tot of travelling from punggol to nus is VERY daunting. i feel so grossed and tired of as to having take the nel for 25 min, esp during rush hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if ppl knew, but i'm very against the idea of physical contact. even for very well-acquainted frens, i dun initiate any bodily contact, even tho i feel fine having close contact w them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, rush hr is a v gross stuff, even tho i sat at the end of the row. u see, i will haf human beings on my rite, who can range from dirty old man w lice crawling on them to ah beng malays who share their techno-trance dance mix w me. yup, i admit dat i mite not b very clean, esp after walking and climbing up the stairs to the lrt station platform, but i somehow find the idea of exchanging germs and dirt and grease w another stranger rather gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on my left will b someone's butt. it's ok cos we'll b partitioned by a pc of glass (which isn't v clean in the 1st place, btw), but sometimes, there'll b a fatso whose big fat butt will b so prominent and w pts of the butt portruding from the spacing between the glass panel and the pole. haiz... i noe, i'm fat too. but dat's precisely the reason y i hate myself dat much too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, i'm SUPPOSED to blog abt my mundane life routines of the recent days, ain't i? i guess i haven't been updating much, or in detail, which makes some of my blog entries rather vague and un-understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, i'm in the biz cell of csc. nothing much except to call up companies to ask for sponsorship for the next calendar yr. but i muz say i haven't been a v conscientious member. of cos, and not been v constructive. haven't been able to clinch a sponsorship yet. but in fact, the cell as a whole haven't clinched a single cash sponsorship. somehow, i tink my position deserves a better candidate (like adding to the number of pdt sponsorships we haf now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, i'm in LB and CSL. i guess i haf mentioned dis b4, and somehow blogged explicitly abt CSL activities. but even tho i felt dat i did a lot for the 2 activities (in terms of moving my LAZY BUTT to attend the sessions; i only pontang 1 csl activity, but they dunno abt it... lol), my life hasn't changed much significantly, except dat i wun b able to sleep till afternoon on sat, and can't watch drama serials on wed nites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the maf prep for LB was quite lame. i wonder y shuhui(LB) was so 'impressed'. i mean, all i did was to hold an msn meeting w benedict and den meet up to complete the props within 2 hrs. perhaps she was being polite, or dat she tot dat doing all these stuff on the eve of mid-term tests WAS impressive. hmmm... &lt;em&gt;bygones&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, cos of her impressed&lt;em&gt;ity&lt;/em&gt;, i was ASKED to join cscday comm. which i did, and am in the log. well, i'm THE ONLY LOG. the head, the body, the member. lala... but currently, i'm free of any duties, which will come in dec, i tink. attended the 1st meeting on mon, which was quite crap for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see, i ended my sch day at 11am, and sat at the clubrm &lt;strike&gt;slacking&lt;/strike&gt; studying for the next 7 hrs to the meeting. by the time it started, i was super sianz, and cos the topics covered did not concern me (and i wasn't in the state to contribute constructively, been spouting aimless less-than-5-syllables remarks), i was practically there to make my presence felt. as usual, i was the odd one out, not juz in terms of duties (the only 1-member sub-comm). u see, somehow all the other members haf frens whom they'd known for at least a few mths and were close enuf s.t they wun feel left out in the comm. &lt;em&gt;get it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was also the case for my lindy hop. attended my 1st and only session during the mid-term break. cos ppl who applied were either w their frens (of the same gender) or w their steads. i was the only one who went alone. most of them who knew abt it remarked i was brave to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i tot i was &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; enuf do so. all my courage jilted me and i skipped the rest of the lessons. besides, there were no potential gfs in the gp to motivate myself to attend the sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;academic work had been disastrous. not been doing tut (advanced to a higher level recently to not even printing my tut) and flunking lab sessions (wat else, but prog? but my lab for electronics haven't been gd also. not as gd as prev sems where i get at least 80% for my labs). since i wun b able to do well in exams, i doubt i will b able to pass my prog. my most optimistic forecast will b 2.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for mkting, after finding dat the cse requires GB of memory work, i lost all my confidence. i'm amazed by myself at being able to remember mundane stuff like where 《王子变青蛙》 ended last fri and when stef attended 《桃色蛋白质》. but i'm totally helpless when it comes to remembering the steps to devising a mkting research plan or memorising the formula for minority carriers of a p-n junction (CLOSED BK, boy, CLOSED BOOKS for ALL the modules dis sem). maebe 蔡康永 shd start a prog on mkting, prog, electronics and semiconductor devices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ankle been acting up lately. darned the SAF MOs. they believed i was trying to chao keng. they were stingy to gif me attend B, so when my x-rays came -ve, they juz threw me out of the help list. had to do SOC and stuff and end up aggravating my injury. w my ankle screaming when i do strenuous work, i can't even work towards strengthening it to prevent future injuries, which happened 2 wks ago when i fell again (i'm the King of Falls, nearly slipped again after mon's meeting, but &lt;em&gt;heng&lt;/em&gt; only somebody saw it). now sourcing for ways to treat my ankle AND my wrist. yup, now i can't even lift my dumbbells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh... for those kaypoh sisters out there, things haven't been going smoothly for Someone and me. well, in the 1st place, we dun belong to the same fac, so i haf no reason to look her up when there wasn't any activity, w/o looking overly suspicious. and my feeling was dat her rxn wasn't so warm. perhaps she was wary of me oredi, cos the other day, some other gal hinted to me dat i was so obvious trying to get into the gd bks of Someone. perhaps i shd let things run its course for a while. after all, we haf known each other effectively for only 5 days, even tho 5 wks haf passed. in the meantime, i'm praying hard dat all guys r oblivious to her presence lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i muz admit dat there's Somebody who caught my else as well. well, i somehow believe i'm reliving my adolescent yrs, being so easily attracted in shallow, skin deep terms. i suppose it's more of an infatuation than liking for both cases. but well, r/s HAF to start somewhere, dun they? it's better than picking up unknown gals in the pub, rite? but for both cases, they were all so out there, dat our social circles/activities only crossed in the 1 or 2 activities dat required us to mit only once every wk or fortnight, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghhh... i feel so lousy. i'm so hungry for company and at the same time, i seem to b acting so out of desperation. my judgement is clouded. perhaps my love mechanism has finally started ticking, or dat i'm like a hungry man who deemed everything edible as delicacy. if it's the latter, i guess i'm really a GONER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha... been following Somebody's blog, which reminded me dat i haven't been blogging abt my life. feel like a stalker, cos i believe somebody dinno abt a visitor like me. budden, i haf been stalking a number of other blogs too, leaving comments under some pseudo. sometimes, it's concern for a fren who haf lost all reasons for us to remain in contact (openly). sometimes, it's a popular blog dat dun require my id, cos the author has so many other readers. sometimes, it's Somebody. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, i haven't been able to hunt down Someone's blog. sianz. but it does take quite some luck, and it means having to go thru tonnes of other blogs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh... so... issit really better dat i blog abt some mundane stuff, noting down the things i do everyday or i blog in an irritating inference way w double-meaning words and similes, metaphors and such? bleah... i doubt u guys ever realized i blogged dat way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;stupidly, i was fretting over the past 1 wk over my lack of topics to blog abt. i had been concentrating on blogging w themes, blogging like a GP essay. obviously, i haf missed out the pt of blogging abt my mundane life. but i was afraid dat wld turn ppl off, the way dis entry do. hope u guys r still alive and kicking when u've reached dis portion, which, thankfully, is the last para. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113051303603202806?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/113051303603202806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=113051303603202806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113051303603202806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113051303603202806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-u-want-my-life-or-wat-juz-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-113051277632350289</id><published>2005-10-23T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:36.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;went to celebrate auntie fen's b'day yesterday. the similar gp of us. less pp, larissa &amp;amp; her bf. amazingly, it was still quite fun... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;met kf at lot1 b4hand to buy a present 4 auntie fen. a bk called 'staying dry', tips for handling kids, which wld b useful to her when she becomes a teacher. a fridge magnet and a b'day card specially chosen for a 'beloved aunt'. waha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;went to auntie fen's hse, but the gals told us dat they were out shopping liaoz. so nice, lazy to bring us in, but energetic to go shopping. turned out dat they went to buy pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and speaking of pizza, cos the staff did sth wrong again, by giving our pizza to another guy who came later, i managed to get a 25% discount from them. maebe not as impressive as my last complaint (one medium hawaiian pizza), but it was still better than none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;den ate and then played mahjong. was on a losing streak. HENG din play $$$, else lose until pull down pants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;den went home at 11pm ++. well, dunno y, suddenly pms come. maebe it was cos i din win mahjong. maebe cos they mentioned sch. but all i felt a 失落感. 感到一点不胜稀嘘. yup, suddenly felt disgusted w myself and wondered y i'm still left w no accomplishment under my name after all these yrs. gonna b 22, and still so useless. i began to wonder if i mite b able to make a decent living after graduation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;suddenly, din feel like tokking, all the way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-113051277632350289?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/113051277632350289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=113051277632350289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113051277632350289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/113051277632350289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-went-to-celebrate-auntie.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112981828901591211</id><published>2005-10-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:36.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;如何做型男！！！&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (updated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;heard from my sis dat 《美丽艺能界》 will b broadcasted tonite w the above theme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;型男: 有型的男人（？） no matter wat, they shd b the yummy guys dat gals (and gays) lust after. metro, well-groomed and pleasing to the eyes... wahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;all aspiring 型男s and guys w 上进心 shd catch the show at ch 52 tonite at 12am! repeat at sun morn 9/10am (4got the time)... shall update wat i learned after i watched the show. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;well, the show was not excellent, but it was worth watching. u see, basically, the way guys hafta take care of their skin and such r similar to gals, w some xtra notes to take, which i'd known from watching the prev episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, annie said dat she had a special episode on dis cos most of her audiences had their bfs watch the shows w them, and she din want the guys to feel left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;haha... i tot those bfs who were forced to watch w their gfs were pathetic enuf. now, imagine after watching dis episode, their gfs will start pestering them to groom themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, one amazing thing i found out near the end of the show was a comb dat specialized in creating dat spiky hair look. wow! i din noe a tool was capable of such feat. but they din demo on the spot, so i couldn't c how gd the comb was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;still, went to carrefour to look for it dis afternoon but to no avail. i guess s'pore is still quite sterile and boring after all... not like tw and japan where they haf those interesting gadgets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it has got to do w the culture. down here, ppl will juz go, 'r u crazy? spend money on such stuff? dun even noe if it works!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;but s'poreans dun see dat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IF THEY DUN TRY, THEY'LL NEVA NOE IF IT WORKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i used to tink dat the sample packs were juz mkting gimmicks. but after watching the show, i quite agreed w the wisdom dat sample packs r gd to try new stuff w/o the risk of wasting $$$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;no, sample packs r not to test whether the stuff works, cos basically, stuff dat goes on the shelf (in s'pore, cos we're always so backward) r usually reliable, cos as mentioned, s'pore is so backward, other places haf tried and tested the stuff few times over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, the sample packs r for testing whether ur skin/body is sensitive to the pdt, so dat u dun spend tens of dollars on sth u can't use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yup, of cos, for giam siap s'poreans, sample packs, when amassed, r like off-the-shelf pdts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;wahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, the show got one of tw's top male model 余秉谚 as the special guest, to well, teach ppl how he got his 型男 look by sharing w the audience the pdts he uses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;u noe, in tw, there's a 化妆水 n 收敛水, both of which i had conveniently called TONERS, cos when the hosts tok abt them, they refer to their ability to close the pores. but obviously, they r different. the former was to remove make-up and at the same time closes pores. and according to 余秉谚, ave guys who dun put make up shd also use a lighter version of the 化妆水 at the end of the day. cos, well, the dirt and grime in the air collects onto our faces like light make-up. den wash face, and apply toner, then moisturiser, then acne cream. lol basically wat the gals do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and they went into a conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;懂得保养的男人并不是娘的。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;interesting. i guess there r still ppl who tinks dat being filthy and greasy is manly. ermz... there is a reason y gals like to call guys pigs. well, i suppose dat most young'uns in s'pore noes how to take care of themselves bah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;wahaha... perhaps dis &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; the reason y the birth rate is dropping. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112981828901591211?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112981828901591211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112981828901591211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112981828901591211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112981828901591211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/10/updated-heard-from-my-sis-dat-will-b.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112913319318214416</id><published>2005-10-09T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:36.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My 1st Leisure 'Overseas' Trip With Frens&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it rained the moment we crossed the causeway. took a cab and started shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;we shopped and walked. walked and shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ate and walked and shop. and shopped and walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and walked and walked and walked. and we walked and walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;we ate and ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and we walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;we walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;we walked and walked. and walked and walked and walked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112913319318214416?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112848099337894254</id><published>2005-10-03T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM Good At Cursing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;met terence last sat, yes, on the morning of 2 tests, on the LRT which we take almost everyday but only met once since i ORDed 1 yr ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u c, he was from HQ (my platoon) in X SIR. ermz... he, sean and i always share cab to mandai. yup, and he juz live a few clusters away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, we chit chatted, and of cos, din stray far from army-related stuff. as a SUPER KAY-POH almighty, i asked him abt the CB-DUO: ho chee wai (i call him gd CB... haha...) and alvin loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see, our vengeance ran deep. REAL &lt;strong&gt;DEEP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story started when they stole my discman. well, we were the only ones living in the bunk, and the other men in the coy din dare enter my bunk (mine, cos the CB-Duos were always sneaking out of camp) cos of my &lt;em&gt;SUPER-DETERING AURA&lt;/em&gt;. in fact, ho chee wai juz returned from DB cos of stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, my specs and i couldn't find the stolen stuff, and they insisted dat i maligned them. and they started to &lt;em&gt;ka-jiao&lt;/em&gt; me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they stole my boots, replaced my shower foam w water, pour shampoo on me while i was asleep, and used masking tape to trap me in my bed while i slept... all the childish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos i complained. and in my style, i victimized myself totally and banked on the fact dat i was a &lt;em&gt;'protected species'&lt;/em&gt; in the coy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see, the last time had them taping my bed end to end to create a web of tapes which they hoped i'd get entagled w while i sleep. i called my platoon specs while the CB-Duos went out to buy coffee, so dat my specs will witness my state and SUPER EMPATHIZE w me and helped me complain to my OC. yes, i acted so pathetic, i had the whole world on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, i was abt to win the war w my OC ordering them to shift bunk. i was impressed. i tot dat since there were only 3 of us, i'd b the one to shift, since, well, i was the only &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;. but they were ordered to move (up 1 storey some more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY, govt announced (on the day of their moving some more) dat i ORD 2 wks later, so well, they moved for NOTHING. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, the main story was yet to b told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then, i started cursing like daily prayers. yup, perhaps i cursed even more conscientously than muslims pray everyday. and they finally got into deep trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean (mentioned above) was my fellow armskote-man. but he was less exp than me (only ORD dis oct). and i muz say he was an easy target to b bullied. cos unlike me, he dun even retaliate in underhanded ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 blokes realized i haf gained the support of my oc and specs, so they preyed on him, which was a GRAVE mistake. cos the 1st time they did, they got into big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story went dat sean and weikang (his fren in p7) went to spec mess to buy stuff and met the CB-DUO. while weikang was away (he was tall and hunky and is taekwando black belt, and of cos, my &lt;em&gt;HUBBY...&lt;/em&gt; wahaha...), the 2 blokes went to &lt;em&gt;ka jiao&lt;/em&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they accused him dat he and i were gay since we r always together in the armskote and they took off their shorts and forced sean to gif them handjobs, which they din succeed in doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sean din even tell weikang, and only told me the next morn while we were having breakfast. i was like: &lt;em&gt;dis is my chance!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told sean to act sad and went to my PC and told him dat sean was devastated and depressed and acted v abnormally. u noe, all the stuff i could tink of to portray him as super victimized. i started spreading the word dat sean was&lt;strong&gt; sexually harrassed&lt;/strong&gt; by the CB-Duos, by literally saying dat to everyone i met from my coy to bn hq. dunno the impact, but it was sure a reak kick to bad mouth someone i hate deep to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the men began to condemn the CB-Duos openly (the power of GOSSIP) and OC finally sent them to the courts (it was a procedure, not cos of my bad-mouthing, btw). in fact, he was so relieved dat the 2 were out of his coy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mths after i left, sean told me they were sent to DB. the ho chee wai went in for 6 mths, while alvin loh 3 mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked terence abt them and he told me dat ho chee wai became well-behaved after he returned and ord soon (he was supposed to ord on the same day w me...) and alvin loh got into a fight outside camp and was thrown into the stockade again. changi prison dis time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i learned from the whole incident, was dat ppl who do wrongs do not turn over a new leaf for only one reason: &lt;strong&gt;they believed they were rite&lt;/strong&gt;. i dunno if the claims were made to reinforce the fact dat they r innocent (who confess to criminal crimes??) or it was a case of self-denial, something like &lt;em&gt;apparent memory&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho chee wai got into db cos he and another storeman were reported to b retrieving from its hiding place the handphones they stole, from alpha coy while they were in outfield. the hiding place was in the false ceiling in the toilet, u noe, those kind like in the office where the foam pieces can b removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they claimed dat they saw sth weird abt the slab and subsequently found the hps, which they happily brot home not knowing they were stolen gds. and they were maligned by the guy who saw them retrieve the stuff. in fact, after they returned, they confronted the guy and wanted to beat him up, rite beside my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was then like: stupid. my bed was at the other end of the bunk, away from their beds. WHY MUZ THEY pick a fite near me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, the CB-Duos were actually low class ah bengs, ie cowards, and din really dare to fite. i blew the whistle and saved my bed from the flying pizzas and coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh... my pt was dat even tho the evidence were there, they still claimed they were innocent, how sorry they felt for themselves. i mean, it's so 此地无银三百两.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;similarly, instead of feeling guilty, they turned the tables and accused me of maligning them for stealing my discman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;in the minds of such ppl, other ppl will always b in the wrong, while they r always rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, i'm still cursing. cursing dat alvin loh will get raped in the prison and come out as a gay gigolo. get aids and STDs, his cock fall off and he become real ah gua. ho chee wai become a pimp for alvin loh and gana infected by him when they sodomize. his balls fall off and gana eaten by a dog. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112848090211458621</id><published>2005-10-01T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:35.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/10/sammi-trail-hmmm.html"&gt;sammi Trail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.streamload.com/About/Home.asp"&gt;sammi vids&lt;/a&gt; (name: zenov password: ilovesammi go to &lt;em&gt;My Files&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm... went to see sammi at j8 juz now. 7pm, but i reached at 5.30pm to get a gd spot, which, unfortunately, were all kapoked by the aunties who haf got nothing to do and haf been waiting there since god-noes-when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, she came for a brief 15min, interview, played games and sang b'day song for stanley kwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;digi-cam not gd. they take a whole bloody lot of time to capture images, which means only stationary objects remain clear. all my sammi pix r a blur. sianz... some more 2 bloody tall guys w big, pro-looking cams squeezed in front of me and blocked my direct view. basically, my memory of sammi was from the images from the camera. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/DSC01185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/DSC01185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sammi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then took some videos, which produced better quality pix. heh... but file too big to put up here. haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112848090211458621?l=zenovarchives.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-6730886.post-112814755402297725</id><published>2005-09-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:35.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1.25 am...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and i'm stuck online w a gp discussion dat seems to go on 4eva. shit... i'm gonna die tmr... how to survive w 4 hrs of sleep?!?! i'm a sleeping beauty, cannot do w/o sleep!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;wanna post a pic of my sapling, but Hello dun allow me. stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, 1 of my 5 sunflower seeds haf grown into a sapling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/gd%20sapling%2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/gd%20sapling%2021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post successful, my 5-day old sapling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112814755402297725?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112814755402297725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dub Blub Dub Blub...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i muz not b too impatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i muz not b too rash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i muz maintain my cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i muz go haf a haircut tmr evening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112713576847515028</id><published>2005-09-16T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:34.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MRT Operators Hate Commuters&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;so much so dat they hire ppl to scold us in 2 of our official lang. for eg, they haf the malays who, after a string of messages, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si-mi-lan, si-mi-lan, si-mi-lan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then, they haf the indian saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wang-ba-dan, wang-ba-dan, wang-ba-dan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;no wonder i feel as if i haf morning sickness everytime i go to sch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;but well, who noes? their way of scolding CCB could b:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiu, jiu, jiu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;boondeh~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112713576847515028?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112713576847515028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yahoo! Loves zenöv&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;the shameless, narcississtic zenöv did a search on both google w "zenöv", and found no reference to any site related to zenövia!. used "zenöv the other side of the fence" and found 7 results, of which 6 r related to dis site, gostats, blog directory and etc. only TWO links to this site and its old xanga site...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;shameless zenöv did a similar search on &lt;a href="www.yahoo.com"&gt;yahoo&lt;/a&gt; w "zenöv" and found a long list... 995 hits. of these, found 7 on the 1st 5 pgs dat r related to dis site, where 5 r on the 1st pg of the search. 1 to the old &lt;a href="www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=zenov"&gt;xanga site&lt;/a&gt;, 1 flooble, &lt;a href="pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/zenov_ye/my_photos"&gt;2 photos site&lt;/a&gt; and 1 &lt;a href="zenovshatelist.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_zenovshatelist_archive.html"&gt;old entry&lt;/a&gt; (which happened to b my racist entry, damn!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;used "zenöv the other side of the fence" and found 3 sites sites directly refering to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it seemed dat yahoo loves me better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;time to make a switch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;latest: &lt;a href="www.msn.com"&gt;msn&lt;/a&gt; loves me even more. tho there r only 6 hits related to me, but there's dis link called "more abt zenov.blogspot.com" dat dedicated 17 links to me... yup, msn even returns my login page to a forum. gosh... liddat oso can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112685742033904969?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112685742033904969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112685742033904969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112685742033904969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112685742033904969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/09/yahoo-loves-zenv-shameless.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112641628344027050</id><published>2005-09-10T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:33.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pleasant Day...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;as mentioned above, pleasant day at LB. nice weather, easy task. watched Romance of Three Kingdoms w the elderly. ha... 1st time i watch a show w all the 文言文... tot i left dat all behind 3 yrs ago... and i was watching w 2 kan-dans whom i believe followed the show thru the eng subtitles... (i couldn't really c the words from my angle, so had to listen. aniwaes, w vol dat loud, i haf no prob 'listening' to the show...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;after-activity gathering went on w a low-tone. i mean, a lot of ppl were there juz cos they had a duty to help pack the stuff for MAF. ppl who dunno u and dunno me din speak much and atmosphere was as cool as the weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;after the announcement dat the stuff was settled, everyone of the newbies scooted off in the shortest possible time. i was like: huh?? no one wanted to do some bonding? how to continue working together for the next (few) yrs when we onli mit up 2 hrs a wk??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm... i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;stayed behind as the onli newbie... din try to 呛声, cos muz stay humble... look like i got chaste... lots of it... no lah, so mani inside jokes, how i chup? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;however, as a chameleon, i'm always able to blend myself into the surroundings, not b an eyesore nor b totally left out... wahaha... i BEST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;eh... yawning non-stop, so wanna sleep... (ah-budden??). dat's y a bit nonsensical... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh... Venice Film Fest announcing competition results 2 hrs later. all the best, sammi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112641628344027050?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112641628344027050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112641628344027050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112641628344027050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112641628344027050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/09/pleasant-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112641577222491371</id><published>2005-09-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Days In Brief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;as suggested, a run-thru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri went to suntec food fair to work. not gonna work next mon/tue cos biz is bad... gana retrenched =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat went for the meeting for LB maf. whoa... tot i was the onli newbie. but no lah! there r still others who cared to go down, yar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meeting went at quite a slow/low-key pace. but things still got wrapped up. i guess we gotta haf more tacit-ness, yar? for me, i was silent cos i noe i'm not familiar w the workings/nature of the event... so i chose to take a backseat in the discussion. yup, cos when suggesting sth like stuff for the prizes, how am i to noe wat the elderly want/need? dropped silent quite a few times. but i tokked, tho i dun remember contributing to anything constructive, except to volunteer to b i/c of charade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh-heh... making up for a shortcoming lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to hc and found the place changed again. eh... 'discovered' a new extension beside the LTs, on the end opp to Cheng Yi Building. dunno wat the building was for, tho some of the rms were labelled 'Prep rm'. the councillors were preparing for MAF oredi, building the City Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how hc-ians get so excited over a paper gate. but i tot the sch shd build a REAL gate of stone facade at the entrance of the sch, to boost the morale. it seemed as tho we're kids playing ma-sa w the fake gate. and the current entrance looked so un-majestic. and we shd haf walls circumscribing the sch, instead of metal fences dat looked so normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're the BEST jc in s'pore k? we shd haf something to fit our status...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pdts dat r gd wun sell w/o packaging, vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, had an outing w xueli, peipei and yuqin juz now. the cats and dogs were a disappointment, but the end result was more than satisfactory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;had an argument (not quarrel, but exchange of ideas w/o bad feelings...) and played games dat weren't so satisfiable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then we made plans for the next outing. settled the details in 20min. dat's wat made me rethink yesterday's meeting. met for 1.5 hrs then settle. dat's y i tot the tacitness plays a v impt role. ppl voice out straight away, suggest at free will for brainstorming... hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then had a tok... less heated than the prev argument. haiz... ppl at dis pt of life r worried abt their futures. i dunno wat i can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;'i'm better than most, but not as gd as some'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;wat does it imply? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it will b hard for me to gif up my dignity to go for some job less appealing, but i'm not gd enuf to b assured of a gd job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112641577222491371?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112641577222491371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112641577222491371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112641577222491371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112641577222491371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/09/3-days-in-brief-as-suggested-run-thru.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112641570679532934</id><published>2005-09-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:32.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Messy Messy...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/photo_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/photo_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everlasting-regret.com"&gt;《长恨歌》官方网站&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;working at suntec dis fri and next mon &amp;amp; tue nites... yup, food fest and helping my aunt sell vinegar. i muz say my apprehension of tokking to strangers has reduced...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;been rather busy... not busy until no time busy, but busy until no time to tink abt stuff to blog. heh... morning + noon for lessons and self-study. nite == TV shows... where got time for other stuff?!?! haiz... wondering if i'm wearing a hat too big for me... well, all plans mite not work out as well as i tot they'd b and end up dying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;u noe, maebe i'll find csl inappropriate for me, or choir prac too harsh (after all, i haven't sang for 4 yrs...). but i hope the best for the latter, cos i really wanna pick up singing again, tho tough, i like the feeling of being able to sing and b satisfied of myself (i dun care wat others tink... rite now, i dun tink i sing well, so i wanna find some way to prac...). but i'm afraid of the new surroundings, cos after all, not 100% of my batch went into alumni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;well, all the best for the coming mths. let's hope i complete all my goals by x'mas... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112641570679532934?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112641570679532934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112641570679532934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112641570679532934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112641570679532934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/09/messy-messy.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112540957916033155</id><published>2005-08-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:32.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rambling...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;din intend to blog today... dun wanna make my presence felt too much... too prevalent... too excessive. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started off well... well, cs lect at an ulu sama place in engin where i've neva been to b4 (1st time i went to the lect at dis time slot). i guess dat was one of the 1st lts in nus, cos it's mega-size and the chairs belong to the yester-yrs. dozed off for most of the lect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den cs tut... and met an ol' fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den 1st mkting tut of the sem. wow... i liked it. the tutor v gd, make us mingle ard, icebreaking. yup, the guys were made to intro ourselves and attempt to impress the gals (mkting ourselves, t.b.e). too bad the gals din nid to do intro... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den split into gps for discussions... my gp gpt 2 gals 3 guys. all local, but 1 vietnamese (guy). all FASS, but 1 engin (me), all in their last yrs, but 1 yr 2 (ME again). but i'm still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... our 1st tut was to do a mkting plan abt ourselves, evaluate our Strengths, Weakness, Opportunities and Threats, then muz share among go members. 1st time i was so certain of my short term goal: to acquire a license in Futures Trading. and of cos, i got to noe abt other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, most of them also intended to go into financial sectors. i guess dat's y they take biz modules. in fact, most of the tut gp haf the same intention. and then, i was quite impressed at my gp members. they haf so many exp, tried so many stuff, it made my plain yrs of studying ever more plain. really, they tok abt their internships, their part-times, the courses and research they did on their graduation goals and such. it made me wonder y i'm still jogging on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... since my gp is special, shall intro them some more. 1 was an indian gal (i suppose, din ask, scared she offended) studying psychology. the other gal was in social work, and wanted to b a journalist. the viet is doing econs hons, wanna do some credit analysis thingy... too chim for me to understand. the other guy did statistics and wanna do... i 4got, but shd b in the line of accting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, went for a swim + tan after dat. it was a perfect timing of between 2 swimming lessons w rowdy sch kids and beautiful sun. din stay too long juz in case i chao tar again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i came home and had to complete my cs lab, due tmr noon. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st ex can't even compile properly. the coursemarker even best. gif me 100% for compilation, but 0% cos i had errors in my prog. i din noe prog w errors can b compiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, ex2, haven't even do, the server hang. and hang. and hang. which explains my presence here. guess i can only do it 1st thing next morning, and hope there r no more last min ppl. &lt;em&gt;HOPE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafta skip tmr's lect marathon. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, w.r.t my LB exp, i din blog abt it cos i haf nothing to say. basically, if i haf comments, the 1st thing i haf will b criticism. next up will b commendations. lastly, i will haf nothing to say for things dat r not superb nor lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB lies in dat range. i haf nothing to complain abt, cos the ppl inside r frenly. for once, i put down my guard against strangers a li'l bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and up till now, there were no grouchy old folks screaming &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"hit me!"&lt;/span&gt; in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i wun mit one. &lt;em&gt;HOPE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho last wk's after-activity outing was pathetic. haha... end up 3 lao jiaos + 3 newbies stare at each other. u noe, dat james is so extro, i had a hard time fighting from fading into the background. really. if i hadn't known liangyu, i wld really haf been banished into mauritius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided not to join scs liaoz, cos i tot the timing and venue not v suitable for a punggolite. approached CSLMH instead. nearer, so if work late can still make it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope i wun run into problems there. &lt;em&gt;HOPE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but probs arise so soon. wanna go join them, but i reg for a bizad seminar dis wed oredi. guess i'll hafta postpone till next wk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ermzz... after some consideration, decided to skip the 3 toks instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, gonna work for my aunt again. selling vinegar. but i v sianz... i'm not the sales asst type, + i'm so stranger phobic. how am i supposed to pitch and close a deal? most prob i'll b there again to look out for thieves. =P tot i mite gain some exp again to tok to ppl... or mit some rich &lt;em&gt;tai tai&lt;/em&gt; willing to &lt;em&gt;bao&lt;/em&gt; me. haha... &lt;em&gt;HOPE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112540957916033155?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112540957916033155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112540957916033155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112540957916033155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112540957916033155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/08/rambling.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112523115804789331</id><published>2005-08-28T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:31.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;B'day Celebration&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;today's my mum's b'day, so we went out for buffet lunch. the venue was &lt;a href="http://www.viennabuffet.com/welcome.asp"&gt;Vienna's House&lt;/a&gt; at United Square, which is near Novena mrt station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;united sq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;for a buffet, i muz say it was worth the money (if u do not mind dat their food's quality is lower than the hi-end buffet in hotels dat charge the same), cos we got to eat shark's fins, buddha jump over the wall, ginseng fish soup, salad abalone, gui ling gao and red wine in addition to several other buffet regulars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expressing the narcissistic streak in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;special mention to their fried rice which was super delicious. i wonder if dat was a plot to tempt ppl to eat more rice and end up getting too full to eat more of the ex stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then the cakes were v nice too, those w choc components. v sweet and rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then we lingered ard in united sq, which i found 2 b quite hi-end. end up dat the stuff offered there were not of our taste; hi-end aside, the shops were mainly for kids and pregnant mums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;bumped into our cousin. to b exact, my mum bumped into him. he was the 2nd son of my mum's maternal 2nd sis, who was 38 w a kid (toddler, to b exact...). prob is, i've neva met him b4. doubt my sis ever met him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;were taking the pic and not realizing dat my mum bumped into a relative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then we proceeded to Novena Sq to take bus there to li'l india mrt station. but b4 dat, lingered ard the busstop b4 United Sq to take a photo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accidents do happen, yar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;amazingly, for a place smacked rite in the middle of s'pore, the area was quite windy. very windy. my hair got so messy from the attack of the winds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite irritated. used the camera to check the condition of my hair cos there was no mirror ard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;shopped ard Novena Sq, which was also another hi-end place. it was diff from the last time i visited the place, which was abt 3 yrs ago. finally, set off for home. on the mrt, the narcissistic side of me went loose again and i took the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still unrelentlessly in the quest of capturing the best pic of mself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then, i tried my hands on artistic photo-taking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/DSC00896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/DSC00896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Busy Tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and finally, at punggol lrt station, took some photos. dis was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt; scene which i'd always wanted to take if i lay my hands on a proper camera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advancing into the future from punggol lrt station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then, took the surroundings, like the view to my hse (which is blocked by the new construction):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even b4 the construction, my hse was NOT visible from the station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and the famous haunted hse of punggol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO!!! surprise! the hse is surrounded by the lrt track 3 ways. so it's not really VERY ulu as if it was in the middle of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then, took a proper pix of the 'signboard' of our cluster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;there's a great facade at the other side of the cluster, shall take a pix of dat next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;finally, took a last min pic while in the lift. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad pic, shot from below eye level, so looked fat... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112523115804789331?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112523115804789331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112523115804789331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112523115804789331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112523115804789331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/08/bday-celebration-todays-my-mums-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112383658528375277</id><published>2005-08-01T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:29.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Belated Congratulations&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to sammi as the only chinese actress nominated for &lt;em&gt;Best Actress Awards&lt;/em&gt; of this yr's &lt;em&gt;Venice Film Festival&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;she's competing against Gwyneth Paltrow, Kate Winslet, Monica Belluci, and Li Ying Ai from Korea. tho i haf reservations abt her winning the award, i hope, i speculate, &amp;amp; i curse dat she wun lose out to a korean. cos no matter wat, hk film industry is more mature than korean's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;really, i'm torn in between rooting for sammi and supporting Gwyneth Paltrow... and Monica Belluci's... can't continue... hafta stop my nose-bleed... arggghhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112383658528375277?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112383658528375277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112383658528375277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112383658528375277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112383658528375277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/08/belated-congratulations-to-sammi-as.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112383642343172209</id><published>2005-07-31T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:29.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday Buffet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lao Beijing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in PS w family cos my mum struck 4-D (yet again...). it was a hi-tea a-la-carte buffet dat cost $18.40 exactly per pax. frankly speaking, it was damn worth it. ate until i felt like vomiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then went shop ard in &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for stuff, at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;John Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, bot a range of &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;addidas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anti-perspirant, D-O and perfume. hmmm... the 1st 2 items cost $7/$6 resp, cheaper than at carrefour. then went to look at shoes and to veeko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;went to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;carrefour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after dat. hmmm... it's a habit, a curse. after we eat out together, we muz shop at some supermkt and i'll buy things w/o tinking, cos it's the time when i dun nid to pay for stuff i put in the shopping cart. time for me to spend $$$ dat was not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, bot some milk and soyamilk. went to check calories of the instant mee there. concluded dat &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A1 Bak Kut Teh instant mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (but it was &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; sold in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;carrefour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...) is still the lowest one w 80C. well, i tot the manufacturer mite haf cheated by not incl the calories for the seasoning and oil bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then went to buy underwear. haha... my sisses were buying some, so i tot i'd look for some to replace some of mine. and bot some funky-looking, neon-coloured briefs. hoho... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LIME&lt;/span&gt; colour. kaoz... spending $$$ on things i dun even noe if i'll dare to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;watson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, w the original intn to look at facial masks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;sidetrack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the last ep of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Mei Li Yi Neng Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (ch 52) was on masks, masks for the face, the neck... basically everywhere (even for pte pts. haha... but the 'mask' was in specialized shower foam... basically for more sensitive pts). there was a series of masks for stomachs, got for beauty one, to treat constipation one and for slimming. which was y we went to look for masks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;and then, in the show, the female guest mentioned sth abt her doc telling her dat guys who dun wash their li'l bros seriously or let their bros out too much to sunbathe will end up having their 'Pink Hello Kitty' turning into 'Black Dinosaur'... arh... imagine the male guest's face turned blank trying to figure out wat she was trying to describe. and he replied sheepishly: 'i dun tink any sound-minded guys will expose their bros in the sun too much...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;hehe... actually, the main purpose of the whole para was to intro the male guest. wahaha... he was one of the top 4 Headliner Models of a famous model agency in TW (the one dat produced ppl like 040, zheng yuan chang &amp;amp; ruan tian jing). oh... and he looked damn cute. WAHAHA!!! watched the 2 recasts faithfully in the next 24hrs juz for him. *bleah!!!* u noe... muz look at gd-looking ppl so dat i'll take after their form... &lt;em&gt;(kaoz... so hypocrytic... drooling after him then say drooling after him lah!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, my REAL reason for looking for masks was the realization dat a lot of guys r actually doing it. yesterday, watched ch 54 and there was the entertainment show by Ah Ya, where they haf guys compete for Xue Sheng Xing Nan (Macho Metro Students). well, they admitted dat they do facials and such to look presentable, but they def dun look like the gay-gay nua-nua kind i'd imagine guys who will do facials do. so i was like, yar... such things r really acceptable... the next thing was the financial pt. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ANIWAES, pls b informed dat local pharmacies like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;guardian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; r lousy, cos they dun carry different kinds of masks like they do in TW. the most 'different' mask we found was for the neck, of which my sis remarked dat i nid TERRIBLY (gosh!!! i tot i haf double-chin only. i dinno they looked old to!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;end up buying this gel form mask specially for guys dat cost $1.95 per pc. i'm not v experienced to b able to tell wat benefits i gained from the mask, juz dat my face feels moisturized and pt of my blackheads were gone (cos the mask acted like those blackhead remover stickers...). if i continue to use, i may clear my blackheads bah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm... then oso bot this pair of slippers (to b worn at home... cos my mum found punggol to b rather dusty from the constructn nearby, so haf been wearing slippers in hse since we moved in...) dat haf those massaging 'portrusions'. haha... dun feel pain leh. dunno y 5566 always kpkb when they haf to walk the 'tian tang lu' after losing games. haiz... they too unhealthy lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;lesson of the day?? dun eat too much, cos u'll tend to want to spend more time walking it off and end up buying more things dat dun seem v useful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112383642343172209?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112383642343172209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112383642343172209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112383642343172209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112383642343172209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunday-buffet-went-to-lao-beijing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112383613560964833</id><published>2005-07-27T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:28.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Side Effects of a New (and ex) Hairdo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(special extended version)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;vain, narcissistic, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haf been toying w my hair since I stepped out of my home. Well, my hair has to b in the most attractive condition while I’m out there parading amidst amorous stares wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I noe y most guys go to toilets so often. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad… too bad… I can’t post my killer look now… bleah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;dat time i was hypnotized to buy a hair-loss prevention shampoo and hair-regrowth serum. yup... the enterprising me tot dat i can use the serum to help me sport a thick and sexy moustache... or killer-cool sideburns. so... this is only the 1st day of use... i'll update whether it's of any use lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112383613560964833?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112383613560964833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112383613560964833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112383613560964833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112383613560964833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/07/side-effects-of-new-and-ex-hairdo.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112383601181251085</id><published>2005-07-26T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:27.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday Recap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;did my hair yesterday. a rather ex one too. i swear neva to go to est hair salons for dyeing of hair, cos i can do it for less opp jan's home and get a rather satisfactory result (paying less means the colour will start to fade straight after u dye it, but rite now, i'm not staining my towel/pillow w my hair dye). budden, dyeing hair is all abt looks and no one cares abt other stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, my hair colour is now not orange as previously seen. still, i've dis not-so-visible colour of brown and light brown. or maebe it'll b more obvious if i stand beside someone w black hair. i wanted an even more striking colour, like ash w blonde, but the guy said i'm not suitable for light colours =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and cos my phone is still unable to send images to my laptop (not to mention dat my phone's image quality is not gd enuf to differentiate black and brown...), my new kawaii look can't b shown. moreover, i've oredi washed my hair and destroyed the hairdresser's masterpiece... which was a mushroom head like z-chen. hmmm... i hate my rounded face, cos hairdressers like to gif me a 'balloon hairstyle' to suit my face. bleah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, tmr's last day for term paper. tho it's ready for submission, the amazing thing was dat i dun even noe wat my proj mate looks like. yes, we've onli conversed thru sms and e-mail and dat's all. i guess dis is all part of technology. well, in this age, i dun tink 100% of the business deals r closed face-to-face bah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yup, article review. last fri, read from the ST (v long nv review newspaper, cos no $$ to buy... not in pgp so not able to grab free Today...) dat the govt spent a few million dollars to find a new name for Marina Bay... sth like new branding... and guess wat? the new name is... MARINA BAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;seems like s'pore has too much $$$ and nowhere to spend. wasting them on confirming dat Marina Bay shd be called Marina Bay, charities dat fatten their own wallets b4 helping the needy. read from somewhere dat cos a peanut's exchange rate now costs $60,000 (Mrs Goh said a salary of $60,000/yr is peanuts...), perhaps s'poreans' pay shd use peanuts as a unit of payments, aka 's'poreans shd b paid peanuts'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;well, well. not to debate whether the payment is actually reasonable or not (to me, ok lah, cos how else can u ensure dat the person who controls the money wun absconds it?? but lavish lifetsyle paid by charity organization is out liaoz...), the statement was actually rather sarcastic. so he continued comparing the peanuts various ministers in and out of s'pore gets. like PM gets app. 1.5 peanuts, but US president gets 0.5 peanuts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh... headache from typing... lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;was hoping to b able to go cycling dis afternoon. i did it last wed, b4 my illness, along some ulu rds of punggol 21 (yup, there r ulu rds cos no hdb built ard them yet...) towards punggol marina, onli to find out dat the rd i took onli goes as close as 100m to it, but was separated by wildbushes in between... looks like i'd hafta take another rd to its main entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;but otoh, i tot the building dun look like a country club, but a warehse or wharf, but painted red and green. so i was actually wondering whether it was THE marina country club. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;okok... dat's all folks. until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112383601181251085?l=zenovarchives.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-6730886.post-112383593908902325</id><published>2005-07-25T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:27.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Out of ICU...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;not been able to blog... okok... wasn't in the mood to blog, and then, my flu came down on me and rendered me incapacitated (woa... cheem word, dunno if i used it correctly...). aniwaes, realized i was quite sick on thurs morn, but tot it would go away soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;went to haf an outing w ZPS gang. i was actually gonna b early, having been free at sch from 1pm onwards. but on my wayto PS, realized i 4got to bring the souvenirs i brot from NZ (dun wanna those thingsto end up like my australia souvenirs...), and coupled w some other stuff i missed, i decided to slingshot back home to retreive the stuff. ended up half an hr late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and jan was exceptionally early. but fred and i agreed to mit up 1st to buy graduation gifts for the gals. in a bid to draw jan away from ps B1 (where we were planning) to shop, i sms her to go to the Atrium beside ps to wait for me. haha... the salesgal at xcessories had dat 'u guys r silly u noe' look. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh... and bot 2 lovely bags for them... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;dinner at cafe cartel. started w free flow of french loaf (which sorta continued thru-out the meal...), then salad, then rodeo combo. wow... the meal was v 'fulfilling'. fred left early and kf came late, sorta like subst ea other. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;after dinner, went a little window shopping b4 we settled down at secret recipe for an after-dinner-high-tea. tokked abt silly stuff like slimming. haha... i still haven't attained my goal i made last yr. &lt;em&gt;boohoo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then fri, went to tbp to help my aunt in her vinegar stall. but cos of the flu, i was all fuzzy and heavy-headed. gave wrong change (the customers buy in hundreds of dollars, wrong change == &gt;50 bucks...) and was totally blurred when the crowd came in. cannot tahan and asked to b excused for the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;one thing i realized is dat i mae not b the kind for sales, despite believing dat there's sth in the world called ethical sales. well, when economic profits come in, there's really no place to tok abt ethics. i hafta push sales, cos if i dun, the co will fail, and if it fails, all is gone. and to push sales, it meant to persuade, to pressurize, to bait the customers into buying something they actually do not want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;but everything goes into a confusing cycle. cos while i believe customers shd buy thing at their own will, after some well-founded research, i haf the idea dat they shd b 'educated' and 'brainwashed' to buy the stuff, thru advertising and branding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm.... okok... such big philosophy is not for me to go into, esp i'm still in a drowsy state from the medicine. going to the hairdresser's later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;lastly, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Belated Birthday =) to Pee-Tao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112383593908902325?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112383593908902325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112383593908902325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112383593908902325'/><link rel='self' 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-6730886.post-112185873943343039</id><published>2005-07-08T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:26.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st of The 11-Day Marathon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;been quite a blur, cos, well, i'm new to the job. aniwaes, i'm now helping out at my aunt's stall in the food fest at taka. yes, there is a franchise at bugis dat sells fried sweet potato. since dat the shop was franchised from my aunt, so i haf little chance of working there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, spent the whole afternoon + evening there tending the stall and learning the ropes, fpr the coming 11 days. well, i tink there r quite a few firsts. most impt;y, it's the 1st time in NUS dat i haf the test the next day and i haf not even looked at my notes yet (aka the notes r still hot from the printer, mint condition...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;can't b bothered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;no motivation to study anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, my main pt of blogging now wasn't abt dis aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it's actually rather nice to b a sales person in a crowded shopping centre. it meant i get to c a lot of gd-looking (and bad-looking ppl). well, most imptly, i get to c them as much as i want. cos usually, it will b v rude to stare at a gd-looking person; i may end up w a punch on my face. but dis evening, i can stare all i want cos i was supposed to attract the 'customers'' attn. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;but still, customers juz come and go. the best thing was, the manager (or parhaps at some executive level) responsible for the food fest was VERY gd-looking and charming. wahaha... he looked young, but looks can b deceiving. he looked single, but may not b available. the thing was, he was an eye candy. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then, my stall was in direct sight of bossini, where the salesboys there r kawaii-neh. haha... really. but looked too underaged. perhaps i oso haf a paedophilic tendency. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;so my single (be it available or not) female frens shd also come by and take a look at the eye candies. maebe try them out. haha... if happen to find out they're gay, dat's doing a favour for me too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and speaking of gays, saw quite a number of them. and i muz say dat they dress better and look better than the ave guys (perhaps there r loser gays, but i juz din pick them out lor... but the ones who dress up indeed shine...) some actually look more man than those sylvester-wannabes cos they work out. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;another thing was the swarm of praises by the aunties of the stall. well, i'm shi nai sha shou... they were commenting how yan dao i am from the moment i came to work till i left. haiz... u noe aunties lah... as long as u got 2 eyes + 1 nose + 1 mouth, they tink u r gd-looking lah. so i really dunno how much to believe in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;dat's all. wanna sleep liaoz. maebe got enuf sleep then tmr can tikam-tikam in test better. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112185873943343039?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112185873943343039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112185873943343039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112185873943343039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112185873943343039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/07/1st-of-11-day-marathon-been-quite-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112185857079707362</id><published>2005-07-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:26.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;arggghhhh!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i bot home a jinx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;a wild stallion dat nearly threw me off the flover onto TPE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;a bitch dat slammed unmercifully into my balls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;a mountain bike i paid $180 for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;tsk!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112185857079707362?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112185857079707362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112185857079707362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112185857079707362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112185857079707362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/07/arggghhhh-i-bot-home-jinx.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112185830822006624</id><published>2005-07-01T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:25.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Something Gd Abt Qiyan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;promised her i'd write something gd abt her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;budden again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;let's take a rest 1st...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112185830822006624?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112185830822006624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112185830822006624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Works!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;top it up w a &lt;strong&gt;50% discount&lt;/strong&gt;, it's a miracle!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ha... went for my dental yesterday, and cos he discovered dat one of the fillings he did was deficient, the dentist din charge me for the appt yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then went to hang ten at pinggol plaza in hope of retail therapy. din expect a lot too, cos during the start of the s'pore sale, went ard but din haf the mood to shop. but i had a surprise yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;turned out dat i liked some of the pants there, considering dat juz a few mths back, i was trying its jeans and concluded dat they design their pants for slimmer ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;perhaps they found out abt this or i overlooked dis part, cos i found pants (and 1 pair of jeans) dat not juz git me, but also made me look slimmer. haha... or so i tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;shopped and shopped, bot a polo-t, 2 pants, i berms and 1 jeans (as usual, muz alter) and juz as i was paying, they told me dat if i sign up member, i'd get 50% discount for the stuff i bot. so i did and $190++ stuff became $117.50 (with membership fee).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;the fitting rm there was superb too. it was big and hi-ceiling. ok... perhaps it was orginally used as a store, but they found out there was no fitting rm. really, it was big, so big i could dance in it. so big, i couldn't reach the walls even when i stretched my hands. dat big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;din feel like doing anything gd oredi. retribution, or doing gd deeds to 'accumulate gd fortunes' is a scam. they wun work. wat works is to b a selfish freak and tink for myself, yeah... dat works. no nid to save electricity/water bills or the nice food in the hse. ppl who let me down do not deserve my empathy. ppl who lies, goes back on their words will not gain my love and trust, EVER AGAIN. no amt of making up will b enuf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112185822375832834?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112185822375832834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112185822375832834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112185822375832834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112185822375832834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/07/retail-therapy-works-top-it-up-w-50.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112013785477776785</id><published>2005-06-28T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secret Confession&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i've started to like &lt;strong&gt;westlife&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm beginning to d/l all their songs i can find on the net. shucks! juz cos the driver in NZ played their songs on our way from &lt;em&gt;Fox Glacier&lt;/em&gt; back to &lt;em&gt;Christchurch&lt;/em&gt;. their songs r so 'feel-gd', i juz got hooked. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i juz haf too many sad ballads in my library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and i looked up (&amp;amp; d/l) &lt;strong&gt;spice girls&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;bon jovi&lt;/strong&gt; (after &lt;em&gt;'i'll b there for u'&lt;/em&gt; in ALLL). i'm looking up &lt;strong&gt;backstreet boys&lt;/strong&gt; later, &lt;strong&gt;all saints... outkast, BEP&lt;/strong&gt; (but i oredi haf some of their songs liaoz... dun look small me...). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then i'll look up the divas, like &lt;strong&gt;celine dion, madonna, mariah&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;whitney&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;and I....i...e...i... will always love u...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...u&lt;/em&gt;...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i like &lt;em&gt;'i haf a dream'&lt;/em&gt; now. i noe, it's abba's song (i suppose...), but i prefer &lt;em&gt;westlife's&lt;/em&gt; version. hiak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh... btw, all i heard in &lt;em&gt;'i'll b there 4 u'&lt;/em&gt; was 'i'll b there 4 u'. was the song supposed to b dat way??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Update&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;as promised, i d/l some backstreet boys tracks. but most titles suck (suggesting contents juz as sucky), so i literally d/l SOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then i went to avril lavigne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;damn! eng pop is soo... easy to d/l. eminem's next. and who's 50 cents? can anybody tell me if he's my type??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112013785477776785?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112013785477776785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112013785477776785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013785477776785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013785477776785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/06/secret-confession-ive-started-to-like.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112013774379394990</id><published>2005-06-26T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:18.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Open Invitation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://alotlikelove.movies.go.com/"&gt;A Lot Like Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;to go to &lt;a href="http://www.settlerscafe.com/Home.htm"&gt;Settler's Cafe&lt;/a&gt;. wkday 2pm - 5pm, $12 per head, $6 for students. wkend, $30 for 4 for 2 hrs. 4 large drinks, 1 snacks, 1 tidbits, free flow of games + host.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;pls entertain. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112013774379394990?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112013774379394990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112013774379394990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013774379394990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013774379394990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/06/open-invitation-to-watch-lot-like-love.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112013764422358277</id><published>2005-06-25T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:18.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NZ Trilogy: The Return of Almighty zenov&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Finally back from the trip, tho it din quite end w a bang. After &lt;em&gt;Fox Glacier&lt;/em&gt; was a series of coach rides dat lasted more than 2 hrs between each comfort/photo stops. More plopped-in-the-middle-of-nowhere towns and mountain passes dat we passed w/o even realizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ok... my impression was dat mountain passes were at least the saddle in a mountain ridge; and my impression of mountain ridges were quite stuck w kent ridge. i tot passes would b v visible, juz like walking thru a door. unfortunately, s'pore's versions of things were always much smaller than the 'world standard', so the door was so much larger dat i literally can't c the door as previously conceived. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;stopped at &lt;em&gt;Haast Pass&lt;/em&gt;, which was quite 'conceivable' considering dat it was represented by a truss bridge. i tot i took some footage of it. but review tells me no... cos the bridge was obscured by the blinding daylight (some viewcam settings).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then another stop at Springfield, where we had ice-cream again... in the midst of freezing cold weather. but we enjoyed dat tho, cos the ice-cream lasts quite some time... it din melt as quickly as it did back at home!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;40 min later, was at Regency Duty Free at &lt;em&gt;Christchurch&lt;/em&gt; (yes! we're back!!). then ruched to &lt;em&gt;Willowbank&lt;/em&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;Maori Cultural Show-cum-Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;was quite impressed at their singing... which was v well co-ordinated, tho the video din quite catch the essence. if u were present, u'd haf felt the diff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then went to c the kiwi, which was a nocturnal bird. so the viewcam was only able to capture the bird using nightshoot, which meant no full colours... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;slept over at the &lt;em&gt;Elms&lt;/em&gt; (our 1st hotel) and set off early in the morning to catch the 7.40am domestic flight to Auckland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Then we shopped at &lt;em&gt;Auckland Int'l Airport&lt;/em&gt;. This was where the trip ended quite unhappy. my 2nd sis was tripped by my 3rd sis at the toilet and ended up w a bleeding arm. din c wat happened, only dat she returned crying. haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;had to rush off to buy some guaze and anitseptic cream (amazed dat the whole airport had only ONE single STALL dat sold such stuff, which was w/o guaze too) so had to make w disinfecting the wound and civering w a pc of tissue paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i guess my 3rd sis was feeling quite bad over the incident (imagine my 2nd sis crying and scolding her...) dat she turned green and sick. i understand dat kind of feeling, those kind when u accidentally hurt somebody and felt v bad deep down, esp when the person u hurt was confirmed v pissed off w u. i'd lapse into dat kind of sickly state too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then on board, there was some kind of mix-up w our lunch. the attitude of the flight attendant was rather bad, and the istanbul-aka-muslim guy beside me was super irritating. he was big (not fat, but v big proportionately, ie giant) and took up part of my space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;he took things w/o asking, and was super unhygenic. but well, i pity dat he had to take more than 20 hrs of flight... hoho... i hope he wun die from boredom there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then we reached home and slept. okok... ate 1st then slept. no... ate, went online, then slept. till now. woohoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112013764422358277?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112013764422358277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112013764422358277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013764422358277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013764422358277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/06/nz-trilogy-return-of-almighty-zenov.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112013750384943928</id><published>2005-06-22T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:18.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fox Glacier&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;wahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who'd haf tot dat there's inet connection in dis ulu sembawang place?! basically, the population here is a little over 60, ++ a few tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz went on a mini-walk to c glow worms. but they're not worms actually, but flies. interesting, cos they really glow like a lite stick (i mean the luminosity, not their size &amp; shape...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the day, we left &lt;em&gt;Queenstown &lt;/em&gt;for&lt;em&gt; Fox Glacier&lt;/em&gt;, spending 7 hrs on the journey. we stopped over at little towns set in the middle of nowheres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but little as they r, they're v scenic. imagine retiring in a home smack rite between two mountain ranges, w LOTR like beech-tree forest lining the mountains, topped w white sparkling snow. yummie =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat was the town of &lt;em&gt;Morakora&lt;/em&gt; (will check the spelling w the viewcam when i get home...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs jone's fruit store was also at the foot of the mountain, w sprawling orchard and fields behind her stall. the shop lies juz along the highway (onli 2 lanes, how hi is it in s'pore standards??), w tall dunno-wat trees lining the other side. so... it was like... wow!!! (okok... limited vocab, so dunno how to describe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;em&gt;Lake Wanaka&lt;/em&gt;, also rather beautiful. hmmm... by dis time, we've seen endless lakes, so i'm actually getting rather bored; they no longer fascinates me. we passed by its little bro &lt;em&gt;Lake Dunstan&lt;/em&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we crossed the mountains (yet again...) thru &lt;em&gt;Haast Pass&lt;/em&gt;, which was a truss bridge above a v fierce looking river. okok... the river's not big (20m wide at most...), but deep, but it still looked rapid to me. the guide told us dat the big boulders in the middle of the river were brought there during the last great flood after a storm dat washed away the original bridge. hmmm... were those boulders? they seem like solid hses to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;Fox Glacier's&lt;/em&gt; on the w coast of NZ, so we went along the coastline near the end of our journey. the sea (&lt;em&gt;Tasman Sea&lt;/em&gt;) well, looked wide and torrentious to me. hehe... i wun c the difference between sea and ocean aniwaes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, there's no beach so to speak, so all we did was to take pictures behind the rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the glacier, well, wasn't dat fascinating. for one, it has retreated quite a bit, also, it's deep inside s.t it takes 1 hr hike to b able to get real up close w the glacier (we can't get &lt;em&gt;ONTO &lt;/em&gt;the glacier, cos we haf no pro guide). i stopped halfway when i got a rather decent view of the glacier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... more fascinating was the gorge/canyon/cliff (wateva they were...) dat was left by the cutting ice. i mean, it was quite remarkable dat they left such deep gorges. i spent quite some time contemplating the process. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came here to dis town, called &lt;em&gt;Fox Town&lt;/em&gt;. quite small, i suppose i've walked 70% of the place, w the others too remote &amp;amp; pte bah... haha... dinner was supposed to b 'fine dining'. but how do u expect a whole gp of cheena s'poreans to act hi-cls??? most of the time was spent exclaiming and discussing the state the ang mohs haf turned normal food into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee... so now i'm using the inet, maebe play pool after dis. but other than dat, there's nothing much in dis town to do. the shops were oredi closed 2 hrs ago at 7pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... nothing much. cos tours r basically spent on the coach. the LOTR scenery was breathtaking. i vow to retire in the mountains of NZ, u noe... i'll climb a peak everyday. they're not like &lt;em&gt;Mt Everest&lt;/em&gt;, so i can juz spend a wk conquering 1 peak and then trek along the ridge to the other. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then scream love declarations at the highest pt of the ridge... woohoo!!! my old partner will b so touched and happy she'd die on the spot. hmmm... her body will take a few days to b found tho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and i'll adopt some kids and chase after them in the rolling plains. they'd &lt;em&gt;meh-meh&lt;/em&gt; me and i'll slaughter them when i've caught them. but i dun like mutton, so they'd b for the restaurant i tend to dat dig into tourists' pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ahaha... shall pause here tonite. muz go check nus e-mail again, tho i doubt i'll b able to get into it down here, which basically seem to use the same system. haiz... i mailed the tutor re my sem4 study, but no reply leh. tmr's the deadline for tut #1. hmmm... arggghhhh!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;nitez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112013750384943928?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112013750384943928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112013750384943928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013750384943928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013750384943928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/06/fox-glacier-wahaha-whod-haf-tot-dat.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112013742865875878</id><published>2005-06-21T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:17.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Place Fit For The Queen (&amp;amp; For zenov of zenovia!)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;The moon hangs high and bright above the waters of &lt;em&gt;Lake Wakatipu&lt;/em&gt;, against the backdrop of the &lt;em&gt;Southern Alps&lt;/em&gt;. All these, in full display before Mighty zenov.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hehe... me in &lt;em&gt;Queenstown&lt;/em&gt;, in some ulu sama place in south-western part of the south island of NZ. wow!!! it has been a journey of unseen (but awesome) sights for me, in the land of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Middle Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Landed in &lt;em&gt;Auckland&lt;/em&gt; for a domestic transfer to &lt;em&gt;Christchurch,&lt;/em&gt; where we started the tour w a late afternoon tour at the city centre. &lt;em&gt;Cathedral Sq&lt;/em&gt;, botanical gardens... i tell u, even tho it was juz a place for plants, the scenery offered is definitely better than back in lion city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;2nd day, headed straight off to &lt;em&gt;Queenstown&lt;/em&gt; via &lt;em&gt;Mt Cook&lt;/em&gt;. unfortunately, a fog came up and blocked the view to &lt;em&gt;Mt Cook&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queenstown&lt;/em&gt; is a settlement beside the lake nestled in the mountains. the real state is real ex. well, cos it's winter time (tho no snow yet), the night scene felt like a town ripped from a x'mas fairytale. yep... felt like the enchanted woods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;today, went to&lt;em&gt; Milford Sound&lt;/em&gt;, tho it's supposed to b a fiord. however, it rained and obscured quite some of the scenery. taking film on the rocky cruise was fun but tough. ended up all wet, but happy. =D i felt like i was in &lt;em&gt;The Red Badge of Courage.&lt;/em&gt; woohoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;cos the fiord is v remote, had to cross the mountain range.the climbing into the hts where there' snow... hehe... not dat much, but enuf to make me stare in awe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;the view is stunning. shall post up the footage when i get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;actually, winter here is not dat cold, partly cos it's only the start. the coldness comes from windchill. very chilly. arrggghhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;okok... i'm actually using the inet terminal in the hotel (&lt;em&gt;Rydges)&lt;/em&gt; which charges by the min. v ex also. 10 mites for $2. so... almighty me is signing off. not cos it's ex, but i'm running out of coins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hee... i'll come back online when i can find the time. =) definitely not tmr, cos we'll b staying at an even more ulu sama place (pop: 60), a town beside fox glacier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;till then, it's zenov reporting from the southern hemisphere. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112013742865875878?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112013742865875878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112013742865875878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013742865875878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013742865875878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/06/place-fit-for-queen-for-zenov-of.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112013732465824511</id><published>2005-06-17T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:17.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prep For Flight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;will be setting off for the 2020 flight tmr, on NZ82, transit at Auckland for NZ 537 to Christchurch. this will b retraced on NZ 506 &amp; NZ 81 for the return trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;prep has neva been so troublesome, in the midst of minor-exam-period, transition between term 3 &amp;amp; term 4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;sent an e-mail juz now to the tutor cos i will not b present for the tutorial registration next wk + submission of Assignment 1, tho if it's online submission, i mite b able to do it overseas. but well, i'm supposed to b relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yup, realized dat going for a holiday trip (be it overseas or over-canal to sentosa...) is a paradox, or maebe. cos it's so stressed up when the objective was to unwind. i dun mean the prep part, but the actual trip itself. if taking tour, it will mean rushing abt to mit schedules. and free &amp; easy isn't easy at all, cos it's all alone out there (free &amp;amp; easy, i suppose, is actually an overseas lesson, not 'holiday').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i suppose dis is all part of causality, u noe, cause &amp; effect. w/o the stress, how will i learn to enjoy the relaxation part? juz dat prep for a trip juz meant being even MORE stressed up, i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;last min prep for everything. haiz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, jan: can onli gif u a definite ans after i return, cos i haf no time to settle stuff (wat w timetables &amp;amp; catching up of lects...) too far into the future. besides, it's also rather costly. however, if u can get someone to pay w UOB credit card (10%, b4 30 Jun), my chances of agreeing will increase =P oh yar... of cos muz go &lt;em&gt;bor&lt;/em&gt; toto/4D lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;no lar... basically muz sort out my finances 1st b4 i can gif a definite ans. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;in the meantime, it's holidays for u guys from me, my rantings &amp; ... rantings. tho if i haf the chance, i'll go online. arggghhh... the last time i was away from inet and technology was last yr in brunei... i dunno how i can survive the days w/o inet... =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;actually, i oso suspect my increased stress has got to do w the pills i'm taking to enhance my workout. hehe... i find myself too lazy, so decided to take some shortcuts by taking supplements. the effects were fast, i began to feel v warm (increased metabolism) and lost cravings for food. my endurance also increased (which leads to me getting even lazier...). lol but i guess the increased alertness also caused me to get more worked up/enthu over things, which can explain y i actually got myself dis involved in the prep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;24 hrs b4 set off, my bag is oredi half packed... v rare leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, i tink my increased metabolic rate will b gd for the cold weather there also... so i wun feel cold (as if i feel cold v easily... wat w my natural-born insulating layer of blubber).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh... today's last paper. v tricky, but heng open-bk (tho i dun find the note useful for some... ok, a lot, of qns...). but i still finished faster than the guy on my left. hehe... but no time at all to check. lotsa brain cells killed. it felt like genes &amp;amp; soc, but i hope i can get B+ like G&amp;amp;S too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;okok... time to go do other stuff. make reminders of stuff to do when i return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112013732465824511?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112013732465824511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112013732465824511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013732465824511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013732465824511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/06/prep-for-flight-will-be-setting-off.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-112013724007208144</id><published>2005-06-16T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:17.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Time I Get Stressed Up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;my adrenaline rush started when i prepared to head for my test today. realized i was late, rushed, then regretted surfing the net for 3 hrs instead of revising...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;was trying to squeeze everything i can into my head in this last min rush on my way to sch. 1st time in many yrs dat i'm studying even as i'm standing up... haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;rush rush rush...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i panicked like dunno wat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;dis time rd, i checked up on the venue and reached there on the dot. sat down and the inian obasan announced, "this is an open-bk test..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;@#$%^&amp;*()(*&amp;amp;amp;^%$#!@#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;the test dis time round isn't as easy as the last time. i only left 15 min to check. aiyoh... cos can flip here flip there, of cos double check b4 i shade dat bubble lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hoho... then went to CL and met dat bloody old pig. bleah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then had to rush to simei to mit the buyer for my creative muvo^2 fm... hmmm... when i panick, the rest of the world fades into background and becomes objectified. so as i ran after 95, i nearly bumped into the black blob of mass called fred, if he had not waved at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then my old fren from 1sir board the bus at NUH. but the bus too crowded liaoz, so he din reach the back of the bus i was in. aniwaes, i so 4got his name. =P guilty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, still haf test tmr, and i barely touched my notes, so was really mugging thru-out the squeezy EWL. i felt like a geeky nerd in a sea of trendy youngsters and tired office workers. haiz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;reached simei and found my buyer to b a v sweet-looking gal (attitude like ah khim wor...). hehe... cos i was treating my buyer as a guy, but was tinking jokingly dat HE mite turn out to b a SHE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;damn! i buy 4D oso not lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i nearly lost my composture. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;squeezed my way back home on bus 3, so couldn't study. and back here, i'm surfing the net. haiz... still got a few more chapters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;but aniwaes, tmr's open-bk oso... so how??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;at least muz label my notes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-112013724007208144?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/112013724007208144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=112013724007208144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013724007208144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/112013724007208144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/06/1st-time-i-get-stressed-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111846286781683135</id><published>2005-06-11T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:17.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dinner On Fri&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;jan, kf &amp;amp; i got together for a proper dinner for the 1st time in 4 mths. i tot dat 三个人一个约会 mite b a v awkward thing. and after such a long time from orchard, i oso feel v out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, had dinner at food court in meridien hotel. then we started the journey north up orchard rd in search of a cafe where we can settle down peacefully for a tok. starbucks at taka, coffee express at wisma, big o at wheelock and finally cream at bistro at pacific plaza, all cos the 1st 3 places wasn't up to our expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;farnie journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;had a nice conversation and jan left early cos she got chauffeured. haha... by her sis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then kf and i left half an hr later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;okok... quite a boring narration, but the feeling of getting together was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111846286781683135?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111846286781683135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111846286781683135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111846286781683135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111846286781683135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/06/dinner-on-fri-jan-kf-i-got-together.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111823887219860326</id><published>2005-06-08T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:15.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Frank Lloyd Wright Week&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;from google, i got a hint dat it's frank lloyd wright wk... (like the da vinci wk &lt;a href="http://zenovnus.blogspot.com/2005/04/heavenly-crash-was-asleep-juz-now-from.html"&gt;in apr when i read DVC&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/frank_lloyd_wright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/frank_lloyd_wright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Frank Lloyd Wright Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;after some research, i was rite. he was born in 8 june (today!!!) in 1867, wisconsin, and lived for 91 yrs b4 he died in 1959. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i was interested in looking at buildings, so i got some understanding of the most venerable architect in contemporary times. budden, i dun really noe him well, cos i onli liked his buildings, dat i feel comfortable looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most famous of his works muz b dis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/frank%20lloyd%20wright%201935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/frank%20lloyd%20wright%201935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling Waters 1935&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/frank%20lloyd%20wright%20guggen1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/frank%20lloyd%20wright%20guggen1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guggenhein Museum, NY 1959... imagine we're gonna haf such world class buildings in s'pore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;which is why they r included in the google's icon, which is how i got the hint...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it was said dat most modern day buildings r influenced by him. take the use of void decks for eg. he used them originally to act as a garage, but we now haf void decks in hdb to chit chat and mit up w frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and actually, s'pore do haf some buildings dat look like his too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/frank%20lloyd%20wright%20church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/frank%20lloyd%20wright%20church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church... which reminds me of the church at queenstown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/frank%20lloyd%20wright%20price%20tower%201952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/frank%20lloyd%20wright%20price%20tower%201952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price Tower 1952... huh??? not our MOE HQ meh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and not to mention dat out temasek tower (and most sky scrapers of the time) has the shadow of the guggenhein, ny, museum. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and of cos, i was very excited to noe dat my fav movie of all time utilized 2 of his works. but i can onli find pix of one of them: Marin Civic Centre, California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/FranlLloydWright-MarinCivic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/FranlLloydWright-MarinCivic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marin Civic Centre, Ca 1957, completed after his death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/G%20obbylookingup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/G%20obbylookingup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marin Civic Centre interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/gOutsideGattacadouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/gOutsideGattacadouble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the majestic exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;the last pic was taken from the DVD directly and i did some changes on it so uma thurman and ethan hawke appear on both side of it. this was the memorable scene where uma's char expressed her love for ethan and where a lot of quotes were taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i was luckier than most, but not as lucky as some."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what's wrong w ur heart? did u get urs broken?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and the most classic, when uma's char offered her strand of hair for ethan to run a DNA test of her (cos she did one of his w/o his knowledge), ethan's char said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oops... the wind took it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;(actually, the importance of dis scene lies in the ending... where a technqiue called qian hu hou ying was used...)  to fully understand the meaning of the quotes, can go to the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119177/"&gt;forum at imdb&lt;/a&gt; to take a look, and to tink dat the forum is still rather active today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, i digressed... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;so... it's frank lloyd wright wk... i took the pix from the sites below, which offer a lot more pix of his architecture (tho half the links r broken):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bc.edu/bc_org/avp/cas/fnart/fa267/FLW_wingspread.html"&gt;http://www.bc.edu/bc_org/avp/cas/fnart/fa267/FLW_wingspread.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewilleyhouse.com/intro.html"&gt;the willey house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;the 2nd link has a flash on the life and works of wright prior to his designing of the willey house, which will b a gd intro for ppl not familiar w him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;okok... dat's all for today. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111823887219860326?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111823887219860326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111823887219860326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111823887219860326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111823887219860326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/06/frank-lloyd-wright-week-from-google-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111761791306938295</id><published>2005-06-01T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:13.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pilgrimage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;rite after sch on thurs last wk, i set off on my pilgrim to the holy land of Creative, where the patient &amp; the kiasu gets rewarded by paying less for doing some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fellow rv-ians shd recall dat creative isn't very close to the mrt, in fact, the only direct route to it was the beaten path under the railway of the MRT, cos the fest had yet to start and so did the shuttle svc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... the v act of walking along the path was v exciting. felt like adventure oredi. y?? it rained b4 dat and the path was muddy and slippery, w tall grasses lining the sides. and juz b4 i crossed the road to the final destination, i had to cross this big longkang on a make-shift bridge made of 2-pcs of planks. yup, sounds like final destination oredi, rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was no crowd as i expected, so much so dat i had a hard time finding the exact location of the Q. eh... not like in TV leh... i tot Qs r supposed to b v happening. aniwaes, i concluded later dat i would still get the 1st 50 seat even if i reached at 8. but nvm, exp gains w time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rules r simple. u chope ur seat(s) and wait for the security to register u and after which u can wander off wherever u like for the next reg 2 hrs later. if u r missing for 2 consecutive checks, ur name will b striked off and off u go to the end of the Q. being shy and unsure (1st time leh), i stayed in my seat for a large part of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar... wat's a blog entry w/o a handsome face to whet ur appetite??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/creative%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/creative%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... ghostly me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it turned out the 1st nite was the hardest to get by. partly cos, well, it's the &lt;em&gt;1st &lt;/em&gt;time. and partly cos the weather was freakingly humid. i was sleeping at the table some distance away from the crowd and was still sweating. well, i chose dat table initially cos i saw dis guys studying and tot i could study w him. i stayed there after dat for the nite cos i realised dat when ppl walk in and out of the main office lobby, the aircon will drift to the spot i was at. but still, i became wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also forced to leave my seat and sleep elswhere cos of the 2 gps of gals sitting beside me. 1 was playing stupid chinese word-chain game and the other was playing scrabble. haiz... so irritating. y dun study, like me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also then i found out ppl Q-ing up r quite exp. some brought sleeping bags and pillows. for the less prepared, they laid newspapers on the ground and had their bags act as pillows. here was the bed of the couple who slept near my table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/creative%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/creative%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping overnite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i tink will bring my future gf to Q for sth and claim dat she slept w me and make her marry me. &lt;em&gt;hiak hiak hiak!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh, btw, dat newspaper was the bed of the guy. the gal slept on the chairs. she so &lt;em&gt;zek ark&lt;/em&gt; dat while he bf not ard, she walked over his bed like she dinno abt it. poor bf, din even noe his bed was dirtied by his gf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;morning came and the time still crawled. i neva noe 4 hrs dat long. spent the morning looking at ppl coming to work and also watching the kids from day-care doing exercise, running round the amphitheater. well, i can onli say dat 1 kid is problematic enuf, and the teacher had to tackle 10 over kids. haiz... it was oredi painful to watch her getting them to Q up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan called soon after and complained dat i din tell her i came to Q. ermz... well, communication breakdown bah. but it was really nice to talk to someone, after a nite of solitude... tokking to a fren after so many wks w/o seeing &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, the 10.30am came and the staff began to brief us. basically, they checked our ic w the reg list and then gave us the voucher for the item we requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quick and v &lt;em&gt;gan cheong&lt;/em&gt;, cos i wanted to go home, bathe, rest and return in the shortest possible time. it was fri and i foresee the Q will b more popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd nite...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;reached at 5.30pm, same as the precious day. juz sat down and the cust-relations officer recognized me while coming up to chat w the Q-ers. well, i dun really noe if he was the cust-relatns officer, but i suppose no one would b as bo-liaoz to go chat w Q-ers rite? unless they were arrowed or it's within their job scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 3 fat gals on my rite, veteran Q-ers, cos the &lt;em&gt;lao da&lt;/em&gt; of them kept boasting how she got lobangs and such. and the gal directly sitting beside me was v 38. she dinno the fat gals at 1st, but got acquainted w them v quickly, so much so they were acting v intimately, like sleeping on shoulders, rubbing each other's back even b4 midnite came. erm... i take 4 mths to get into dat stage leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 malay guys were on my left. amazingly, 2 malay guys were on my left the nite b4. and like the malays the nite b4, they were missing most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat nite, i found the perfect place to sleep: the seats at the amphitheatre. it was where i could lie down and sleep, even if it was at 2-hr intervals. and it was intrigueing to lie down and look at the stars, cos it was a clear nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cos it was a clear nite, it became rather cold. but it was rather funny. the Q-ing spot was so humid dat i sweat profusely whenever i went back for registration, even tho i was trembling from coldness oredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to the piercing cold at 7am and was greeted by the sounds of the birds and the sight of the moon and stars against a lightening sky. i attempted to take a pic of the moon, but mine wasn't a v gd camera phone after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/creative%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/creative%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now got moon, no building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/creative%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/creative%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh... stupid cloud obscured my moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;well, at least the shade of the sky was rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;nite 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it was getting easier by the nite. well, i tot dat more ppl will Q cos it was sat. in fact, 10 ppl were in the Q when i left for home at 11pm after buying my stuff. i made a note to return asap... at 3pm. cos some ppl went mia, i skipped from seat 34 to 20. haha... budden, by midenite, the 1st 50 seats were not even filled. but still, i noe all seats will b filled by 7am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis time, 2 sises sat on my rite. i tink i got disease or sth. 1st time i returned to my seat for regn, they had shifted their chairs some 30cm away from me. 2nd time i returned, they were half a metre away. turned out next morning, some other guy from their sch who was at the back of the Q came to &lt;em&gt;xian&lt;/em&gt; them and got his head bitten off. haha... she told him dat they v &lt;strong&gt;AS&lt;/strong&gt;, so dun mess w them. &lt;em&gt;ouch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my left was a guy, v silent 15-yr-old preparing for the 'O' Levels chi. in fact, i realized dat most ppl in my vicinity were sec sch kids. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'd said, the nites pass by more easily nite by nite. the 3rd nite went like a breeze so much so i din haf much to say abt it. oh... juz in the hrs b4 the end of my pilgrimage, i took a last look at the holy place:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/creative%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/creative%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day, last look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;so nostalgic... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111761791306938295?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111761791306938295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111761791306938295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111761791306938295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111761791306938295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/06/pilgrimage-rite-after-sch-on-thurs.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111735542306046963</id><published>2005-05-29T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:10.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RollerCoaster Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;it was a funny day. after yrs-long series of bad luck, it seemed dat the tables haf turned in juz a matter of a few hrs. it was as if: juz when i tot i would die from excessive heamorrhage, bags of blood were suddenly plugged into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos, w my usual cynicism, the blood may not b my type, or be tainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started out w me eating snake at CL pc terminals, away from the mugging i was supposed to do for the test later in the afternoon. but an e-mail caught my attn: &lt;em&gt;creative warehse sales&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'd been tempted to buy an MP3 player, and zen micro is my ideal player. so, it was juz normal to click to c how low the price could get, whether it could b within my range. oh... it did. in fact, they did. the Star Buys, dat u pay $150 less for the offered items, for the 1st 100 customers. and my mind was racing: the items were priced even lower than the price offered in the sale. which meant dat i could make a small profit by buying and selling above my buy price, but below sale price. a quick research boosted my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dat would mean Q-ing up thru the nite, to beat the rest of the kiasu s'poreans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... i decided to go... and the debate rages inside my mind whether to return home 1st to take a shower or to go straight. for if i were late, i mite miss the &lt;em&gt;Golden 50&lt;/em&gt; and b subjected to fate on my choice buys. so much so i found myself unable to concentrate on my mugging later. so much so dat i left the pc terminal w/o completing my daily pc routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, so here comes. i went next for my test 15 min b4 schedule and found to my horror dat LT22 &lt;strong&gt;WAS NOT THE TEST VENUE&lt;/strong&gt;, cos there were no one there. i cursed myself like mad, dat not only had i forgotten to check my seat no, i even 4got to check the venue. and i was so unfamiliar w fos and dinno where the pc cluster was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called fred, who gladly aided me to my test venue. very helpful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the test (MCQ) turned out to b a breeze, unlike the genes and soc qns i expected. so easy dat i finished in 15 min and rushed for my pilgrimage to creative hq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... but i decided dat there was too much time (and b too early for the Q), but not enuf to go home. so i went to CL to rot. then came a call from prudential. some unknown person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see, while in ns, i bot a savings plan from prudential, so i half-tot it was my agent again, re the fact dat i stoppped paying for more than a yr oredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, and dis woman told me i was selected to go for an interview as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;management trainee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wow... nice-sounding job, except dat i &lt;em&gt;applied for none.&lt;/em&gt; suspicious, i qned her abt her source of my contacts and she siam by saying she was asked to make the calls so she din noe abt the details. ok... i dinno wat to ask to find out more and gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind was whirling. dat sounded like a big catch! but i noe gold dun juz drop from the sky, so there &lt;em&gt;mite b a catch&lt;/em&gt;. lost, i called kf. dunno y, he seemed the best person to ask. and also partly he's studying biz, perhaps he has come across such cheating methods (if there r) in his modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, no... it sounded too gd to b true, but there was nothing wrong we can spot. so i called my agent, to confidence from her if she had leaked my info (in the 1st place, y ask a client to b part of their team??!). i knew she would deny even if she was guilty, but it juz felt reassuring to hear a confirmation rite from her mouth. &lt;em&gt;at least i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and the call made the mystery go deeper. juz last wk, i received her call, but i was on the train and couldn't hear her over the din. so i told her to call back later, which she din. i asked her abt dat in my call to her and she told me she hadn't called me since a yr ago when i defaulted my payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! big mystery. someone had posed to b her and called me. now, i haf a call to ask me to go for a job interview. hmmm... FISHY. but at least i confirmed w my agent dat the place i was asked to go for was INDEED prudential's (at fuji xerox tower... i tot prudential would b in prudential tower??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the nite, thru a conversation w my sis, she sarcastically said dat mc donald's also called their toilet cleaners management trainees. i was like: oh... so management was really a BROAD term. so she said most prob would ask me to become a salesman, cos dat's wat their co does. i definitely wun b in the investment team wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... ends my eventful thurs, full of mystery, excitement and adventure (will elaborate in later post. wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111735542306046963?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111735542306046963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111735542306046963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111735542306046963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111735542306046963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/rollercoaster-thursday-it-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111684259145968988</id><published>2005-05-23T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:10.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;We-Suck Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh... sorree for my mis-pronOUNciation. ha... i remembered dis was how my sec 1 sci teacher miss lee pronounces 'v' in water-vapour, violet vapour... but hey, i mean no offence to buddhism ok? basically, it's not on my hatelist like muslimism and christian-protestant-catholicism. basically, we shd all practice zenövism:&lt;strong&gt; I AM THE GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, i dunno the significance of vesak day. issit the birth or the death of buddha?? or is it the day where good triumphs over evil and light is restored to earth? or am i supposed to make a pilgrimage to hollywood (the 'holly' land. cue: laughter). oh... i'm really ignorant abt religious stuff, but i get a holiday out of it, so i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, i &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; hafta make a pilgrimage to &lt;em&gt;ngor tai sun&lt;/em&gt; in opp ginza plaza... the &lt;strong&gt;clementi&lt;/strong&gt; one, not the japan one. woke up early morning and end up my sisses only woke up at 12pm. @=S aniwaes, went down and prayed to the gods in the temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ermz... NTS has special memories for me. after all, most of my childhood outside of home, sch and grandma's hse was there. budden, perhaps i'll tok abt it another time. still, one thing i dislike abt the place was dat the ppl there and the followers believe they're buddhists when they're in actual fact practising taoism. i mean, which buddhist pray to Jade Emperor, Guan Gong, Confucius and all the &lt;em&gt;chapalang&lt;/em&gt; gods (i remember the entryway of the old temple lined w small figurines of the gods. in the new temple, they've been blown up)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;perhaps w this peek into the confusing religious tots dat surrounds me, u ppl can guess y i'd rather wash my hands off religions??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, we went to shop for winter clothes for the NZ trip. a bit too early, maybe, cos the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great S'pore Sale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is yet to be launched. budden, wat gd stuff can we get from a sale?? hmmm... aniwaes, went to chinatown to do dat. cos my sis heard there was a shop specializing in winter wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;arh... end up the shop was closed and we had to go to its other branch which was at &lt;em&gt;people's park complex&lt;/em&gt;. lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and i muz say gals r very farnie creatures. my sis din even find out anything from the travel agent re the weather and get advice from them b4 she brought us to shop for winter clothes. end up the sales person also wasn't sure wat we shd get (winter climates vary everywhere lor, besides, we'll b going up the mountains...). i'd say dat the only achievement from yesterday's trip was dat we noe where the shop is located.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then we went to &lt;em&gt;seoul garden&lt;/em&gt; at taka for dinner. hmmm... v long neva eat at &lt;em&gt;seoul garden&lt;/em&gt; liaoz. they got us a very yucky seat, where i had to sit in the aisle w ppl carrying food-stuff cruising past me. i hate dat. wat if someone spills sometning on me? hmmm... key to eating out: &lt;strong&gt;neva go in odd numbers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;so... i dun feel v sinful after the meal, cos i was bbq-ing the food for my family, rather than for myself most of the time. they din realize and was amazed at how i could eat after they gave up trying. still, i really din eat a lot lah, cos i wasn;t confident at how cooked i can get the meat to b.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh... and then i burned myself. this &lt;strong&gt;BIG drop of oil&lt;/strong&gt; leaped onto my finger. it's BIG ok. normally, it'd b the small drops and they dun hurt a lot. but this drop left a blistering blister on my jaded finger. &lt;em&gt;aw man!!!&lt;/em&gt; i'm disfigured! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/blister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/blister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh... juz in case u've neva seen a blister b4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, went str home after dat. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then juz now, as i was picking up ice from the freezer compartment, the ice slipped and plunged into my cup of milk i intended the ice for. well... it created a milk tsunami across the fridge and kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... this was not impt, considering i'm always spilling stuff and dirtying the kitchen. but the problem was: the blister burst! i dunno y it happened. as far as i could remember, i did not scratch it against anything. perhaps the coldness in the freezer caused it to sneeze, spraying the contents. hmmm... this could mean my milk is contaminated w blister juice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;@_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;rushed thru my assignment for the wk. argh... really can't afford to &lt;em&gt;pontang&lt;/em&gt;. i missed a lab session, cos i tot it ended on tues. so, tinking dat it'd b wasteful to go all the way down to attend a 2-hr lect on a topic i learned in G&amp;amp;S, i &lt;em&gt;pontang&lt;/em&gt;. haiz... nvm, i was still able to find some of the ans on the net. i juz hope those were the ans they wanted. =P the main spirit of the incident is: NO, i'm not in the wrong. I AM THE GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111684259145968988?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111684259145968988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111684259145968988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111684259145968988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111684259145968988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-suck-day-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111641863598094884</id><published>2005-05-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:10.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;回眸一笑。。。&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;bumped into a gal dis afternoon at the sci canteen. or rather, she bumped into me. she kept saying sorry, but i wasn't in the mood to open my &lt;strong&gt;Golden Mouth&lt;/strong&gt; to say:&lt;em&gt; it's alright.&lt;/em&gt; hmmm... when she walked away, she kept looking back at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh... did i juz grow an xtra ear or wat? i noe i din gel my hair today lor. bleah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111641863598094884?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111641863598094884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111641863598094884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111641863598094884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111641863598094884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/bumped-into-gal-dis-afternoon-at-sci.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111633869974475216</id><published>2005-05-17T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:09.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shortakes 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;The absence of exams means dat i haf the time &amp; curiosity to observe things abt me, even tho i'm still studying. hoho... well, ppl who r free tend to let their imaginations run wild. well, i dun get to read free newspapers like during the study period, but i get to travel ard on MRTs and rest at home and watch the news... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... speaking of news, i tink the latest &lt;em&gt;latest&lt;/em&gt;, juz hot from the 7pm news today was the pix of sec sch gals in uniform doing 'obscene' acts posted on the internet. woa... those conservative freaks interviewed were like: &lt;em&gt;such acts r intolerable! how could they do lesbian acts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like: i tot the the issue was the postng of the pix, not the lesbian acts? after all, lesbianism is not wrong. (dun gif me the GOD-shit. homosexualism is normal, k. there r plenty of eg of homosexualism in nature). so, i was tinking along the line of: the issue is like posting pix of kids in uniform masturbating. ok? dat WAS the issue, at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... discussing the rites and wrongs of the issue will b neverending. aniwaes, the interesting thing dat came to my mind was dat i only saw a similar news last wk. some tw kids (supposedly boys lah...) made a farnie video where their male clsmates posed and acted out scenes from porn shows. the video was well-edited w soundtrack (v cute one) and they actually acted in sch and no one stopped them. i managed to d/l part of the thing, so interested parties can ask me for it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... enuf of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another big news, it was the biggest news to me b4 the above news. well, the case over the woman between her parents and her husband lor. i got 2 takes on it, 1 serious, 1 not dat serious. the less serious issue was this: gals, better dun gif birth. u can end up like her also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno abt gals lah. everyday say guys r jerks, but still marry them. everytime say dun wan kids, then suddenly one day say wan baby. haiz... budden, giving birth is really so risky, not to mention dat kids r terroristic. better dun gif birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was tinking: who really haf rite over her? her parents gave her life, but the spouse is legally 'bigger' than other family members. so how? i saw the mum's interview and felt for her. on the other hand, the husband sound v haughty. also, the parents live in landed ppty leh, the husband still nid his mum sell her hse to hire the caretaker, so it's better to stay w the parents bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee... okok... boring stuff aside, i've been taking MRTs all these while (bot train conccession mah...) and noticed some things. like the biopolis at buona vista. the building r called &lt;em&gt;nanos, chromos... etc.&lt;/em&gt; budden, they dun seem to carry out s'pore's image. how abt sth like &lt;em&gt;bimbos, bomohs &lt;/em&gt;or&lt;em&gt; homos&lt;/em&gt;? i myself has a nick called &lt;em&gt;momo&lt;/em&gt;. woohoo!!! imagine my nick in biopolis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... and then, while at waiting at lrt station, i noticed sth. cos i was heeding their advice on standing behind the yellow line:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/yellow%20line2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/yellow%20line2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stand behind the yellow line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;but i was confused. which one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/yellow%20line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/yellow%20line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which yellow line??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aiyoh... sianz. but i suppose standing behind the thinner one seemed more dangerous (aniwaes, which side of it is &lt;em&gt;behind&lt;/em&gt;??). arggghhh!!! who can b as clever as me to reason it out themselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;nothing more to rant liaoz. keke... off to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh, btw, it rained heavily this afternoon. heng i had the foresight to call off my swim session (but it din stop the rain! too bad), else i'd b v sia suay... reach the pool, pay to get in, change and woa! watch the rain at the pool! haha... the rain was so heavy i pontang sch again. hiak! blame it on the weather... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111633869974475216?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111633869974475216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111633869974475216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111633869974475216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111633869974475216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/shortakes-3-absence-of-exams-means-dat.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111625749591998486</id><published>2005-05-16T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:08.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dental Trilogy: The Revenge Of The Plague&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hehe... dunno y everything likes to come in threes. spent 3 days in the past wk at the dentist. well, it went dat last wk, after the mother's day dinner, my 3 sisses couldn't tolerate my 3 cavities at the front teeth and decided to sponsor me for filling to spare their visual torment. so they stuffed a hundred bucks into my pocket and shoved me to the dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and turned out dat the treatment had to b spread out over 3 days, cos each filling takes half an hr, which was quite tiring. i din believe the dentist when he said dat, but after the 1st session, i noe how tiring it really was. imagine saying &lt;em&gt;Ah...&lt;/em&gt; for half an hr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, it involved the drilling away of the decayed part, and the filling in of the cavity. well, i muz say the drilling was a killer. it hurt so much dat i was whining away at the chair. yup... i've neva really whine dat much at pain (most were juz to 'show' ppl, but usually, my hide is so thick, and my rxn was so slow dat pain isn't something i can really relate to... correctly. the time i sprained my leg, i was &lt;em&gt;laughing&lt;/em&gt; all the way to the MO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;the 2nd session was worse, it was so painful dat the dentist was so afraid i would scare his patients away w my groaning dat he jabbed me in the mouth. his tool was &lt;strong&gt;so big&lt;/strong&gt; dat i got scared by looking at it. and my... wat pain i experienced... it was during the jab dat i finally had the experience of &lt;em&gt;'pain until i cry'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;as usual, dentists dun like to wait for the aenesthetic to take effect. i remembered the last time i had a jab was at the dentist in pri sch. the stupid nurse&lt;strong&gt; v itchy hand&lt;/strong&gt;. she saw the the not-so-loose tooth, and immediately wanted to pluck it out. so she jabbed me and started pulling, when all the while i was screaming cos the effect had not kicked in. i remembered the rest of the kids were like crowding ard me and some were screaming: &lt;em&gt;nurse! he v pain, stop! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;but the nurse said: &lt;em&gt;no lah. he pretending. i gave him a shot liaoz&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;thank u &lt;em&gt;missy&lt;/em&gt;, u tink ur aenesthetic God gif one issit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;back to my filling, dat dentist din wait for the effect to kick in and started drilling again. i was like:&lt;em&gt; pls kill me or else...!&lt;/em&gt; but too bad, w my mouth open, i couldn't speak, but groan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yup, cos the aenesthetic took effect on only half the upper part of the mouth (i felt the full effect only after i reached home...), i was feeling like a stroke patient as acted out in MCS drama... =/ and cos i couldn't feel my teeth, i couldn't really bite food and ended up swallowing them w/o properly chewing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then, i had my last session 5 hrs ago. it was only when i was at ntuc below the dentist's waiting for my appt time dat i realized i din take pix to 'commemerate' my cavities'. so, trying as discreetly as i could, i took a pic of an example of a cavity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/hole%20in%20teeth%2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/hole%20in%20teeth%2021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh... look at dat!! tsk! tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;haha... 2 down oredi, so onli left 1 for the pic. well, better than nothing. i guess i was acting &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;discreetly dat the security guard came round the corner and took a peek at me. i shot a &lt;em&gt;'i got AIDS, better dun come near me look'&lt;/em&gt; at him and he scurried away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;okok... the main pt of the entry is dental treatment =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;so... went up to haf the last filling. well, the dentist also v clever. he treated the less severe decay 1st so dat i haf no choice but muz come for the last one. else, the last decay will look worse w the rest of the teeth pearly white. and cos this decay was the worst of all, i was super-duper worried abt the pain from the drilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and i tink the dentist really scared dat i'll start moaning again while he was at it (er-hem... on my teeth), he gave me a stronger dose this time round. so strong, dat the effect kicked in immediately. okok... this time round the aenesthetic was &lt;em&gt;God-given one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i muz say today's session turned out to b the best. i felt no pain at all, so the process felt like a breeze. but dat dentist arh, really noe how to make money. he tell me to go back to him and do cleaning again, cos there mite b hidden decay under plaque or sth. &lt;em&gt;hello??&lt;/em&gt; i tot he told me on the 1st day dat i cleaned my teeth rather well, and nothing was wrong except for the 3 decays?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm... so i put the next appt a mth later. plan to postpone it when the time comes. well, i'll onli go when i haf the xtra money lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and in the meantime, pls enjoy zenöv's unique smile aka 杰诺夫独有的微笑:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/no%20hole%20in%20teeth%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/no%20hole%20in%20teeth%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, i remembered abt saying sth some time ago abt how related stuff seemed to pop up everywhere together. well, this was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;last wk, after my 1st session, i saw on ch8 the ad from health ministry on keeping teeth clean. u noe, the ad w the guy from one of the talent search grinning all the way from home to dentist. his mouth so small, smile also cannot c. they shd haf got me after i filled my teeth mah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/no%20hole%20in%20teeth%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/no%20hole%20in%20teeth%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zenöv, the new poster boy for &lt;em&gt;Healthy Teeth, Healthy Gums&lt;/em&gt; Ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and at today's gen bio lect, we learned abt energy transfer, how 1 chemical turn into another. some totally unrelated stuff. and then, during the Q&amp;amp;A session, the lecturer tested us a qn on tooth decay: y do teeth decay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aiyoh... is this darwin's theory or wat?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;okok... so much for the rambling. it's getting late. i going swimming tmr morning. hmmm... guys, if tmr rains, u shd noe y... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111625749591998486?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111625749591998486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111625749591998486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111625749591998486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111625749591998486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/dental-trilogy-revenge-of-plague-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111624684181927908</id><published>2005-05-16T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:08.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/hole%20in%20teeth%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/hole%20in%20teeth%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh!! look at dat!! tsk! tsk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111624684181927908?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111624684181927908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111624684181927908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111624684181927908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111624684181927908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/aiyoh-look-at-dat-tsk-tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111581418666882167</id><published>2005-05-11T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Mother's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly realized dat i've been such a blur cock. i had been brooding for days wat i can blog abt, and was reading other ppls' blogs abt mother's day celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... we went to ding tai feng at paragon for lunch. or rather, dim sum lunch. ordered all the variations of xiao long baos and dumplings available, unlike other ppl who bot stuff we can bu from a chee char stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/Picture009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/Picture009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the table, barely set out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111581418666882167?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111581418666882167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111581418666882167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111581418666882167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111581418666882167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-mothers-day-suddenly-realized-dat.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111581410185011608</id><published>2005-05-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:07.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/Picture018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/Picture018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd &amp;amp; 3rd sis acting cute...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111581410185011608?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111581410185011608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111581410185011608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111581410185011608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111581410185011608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/2nd-3rd-sis-acting-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111581399789307860</id><published>2005-05-11T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:07.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/Picture028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/Picture028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mum, the leading lady =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;after lunch we went to the sony gallery at wisma to buy digital cam. on the way, went past taka &amp; bot a box of takopachi =P at wisma, my 2nd sis bot t33, the cheaper version of the new t3, the slimmest camera around. hee... too bad i dun haf the ownership, so can't show off here lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;then we walked the carrefour at ps. bot a new tubing for the shower. stupid, 2 yrs in the new hse &amp;amp; everything's falling apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;finally, home. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111581399789307860?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111581399789307860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111581399789307860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111581399789307860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111581399789307860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/mum-leading-lady-after-lunch-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111581368914039778</id><published>2005-05-11T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:07.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/Picture0361.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/Picture0361.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eldest sis acting demure, looking at the menu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111581368914039778?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111581368914039778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111581368914039778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111581368914039778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111581368914039778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-eldest-sis-acting-demure-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111505174053498153</id><published>2005-05-03T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:06.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Old Ppl R Like Techno-Mix&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;met these 2 ah peks on NEL on my way back to pgp. one of them was wearing blue checkered shirt (APR) &amp; the other a red checkered polo-t(APB). both were wearing black pants w sandals. they were obviously returning from a game of mahjong &amp;amp; were discussing the game. at a certain pt, they paid tribute to DJs in pubs &amp; clubs w the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APB:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;heh geh jit soh gah gau ban...&lt;/em&gt; (dat 1 bamboo &amp;amp; 90 thousands)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APR:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;bo li you bao eh...&lt;/em&gt; (no reason to haf paid for the rest of the table, some rule in mahjong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APB:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;heh geh jit soh gah gau ban...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APR:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;bo li you bao eh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APB:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;heh geh jit soh gah gau ban...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APR:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;bo li you bao eh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i was abt to go bonkers when there was a moment of silence between them. apparently, they were contemplating wat each other was saying. gd. i was afraid they wld continue, but they seemed willing to stop the cha-cha, or the technique of DJs scratching the disc. u noe, like MC's techno mix: &lt;em&gt;i will make it thru the rain Rain rAiN RAIN RaIn....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;so finally, the ah pek in red said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APB:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;heh geh jit soh gah gau ban...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APR:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;bo li you bao eh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APB:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;heh geh jit soh gah gau ban...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APR:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;bo li you bao eh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;2 &lt;em&gt;ah-nehs&lt;/em&gt; sat beside me stone-faced while i nearly laughed out loud. finally, APR managed to speak past his 7th word into some mahjong logic. unfortunately, APB was unrelentlessly peppering the conversation w &lt;em&gt;bo li you bao eh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;tok abt stubborn mules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;they alighted at CNT w me, but amazingly, they parted str8 after they stepped out of the train. one turned left &amp;amp; the other turned rite. hmmm... neva even say bye bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111505174053498153?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111505174053498153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111505174053498153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111505174053498153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111505174053498153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/old-ppl-r-like-techno-mix-met-these-2.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111505058633345497</id><published>2005-05-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:06.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shortakes 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;let's update abt my life for the past wk, when i din blog as much as i used to cos of the revamp (which i declare as &lt;strong&gt;ACCOMPLISHED&lt;/strong&gt;). =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;exams started. wow... din feel as much stress as i used to last sem, cos the pressure to do well in order to attain my dream was gone. or rather, i din dwell on it dis sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;in between studying, went over to yih to visit gd frens in their clubrms. well, another reason for me to get out of my seat &amp; do some exercise. the road from yih to CL was... &lt;em&gt;great exercise&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;after 2 rather expectedly disappointing papers, maths &amp;amp; statics, decided to take a break b4 g&amp;s. okok... i &lt;em&gt;planned &lt;/em&gt;dis break long ago liaoz. now onli nid a &lt;strong&gt;valid reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;met &lt;a href="http://zenovshatelist.blogspot.com/2005/05/open-hatemail-to-serene-g-dearest.html"&gt;dis gal&lt;/a&gt; outside yih after statics &amp;amp; spoiled my oredi yucky sat. cos shuttle bus service was 30min interval, &amp; there were too many ppl taking A1/2 even tho they dun live in pgp s.t they NID to take it, had to walk back to pgp in the scorching sun after an hr's fruitless wait. in the end, was back in pgp b4 the 3rd bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;went home &amp;amp; gorged myself after finding dat i lost 4 kg during the whole of exams/studying period. somehow, i believed the loss of wt was due to the conversion of muscles i attained b4 midterm to fats. dat's y i found myself fatter -- the watch seemed tighter on my wrist, &amp; the waistband of my jeans is suffocating. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;wanted to play pc games, but end up working on the revamp for the whole of the wkend. managed to transfer some of the entries into their various cats. frankly speaking, some of them may not b properly categeorised, cos i was in a rush. some were between 2 cats. some links may b gone. well, i can't b bothered. so long as it seemed complete to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ate somemore &amp;amp; onli came back pgp at 10.30pm on mon. felt like bking in liddat. dat's y nowadays, i dun like to walk out of home at nite, cos it juz reminds me of army days. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;now preparing to sleep liaoz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111505058633345497?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111505058633345497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111505058633345497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111505058633345497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111505058633345497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/05/shortakes-2-lets-update-abt-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111505070875066514</id><published>2005-04-30T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:06.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Slacking B4 Exam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i'm getting nearer to the end. after today's paper, i haf onli ONE more... next fri. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, juz went to c the lesson plan for general biology &amp; found dat the module quite interesting, cos got lab on DNA extraction and stuff liddat. hmmm... but the labs r on every wk &amp;amp; takes like 4-8 hrs. v time consuming, considering i haf lect for it 5 hrs every wk oso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;well, i tink most ppl will tink i muz b mad to subject myself to studying &amp;amp; mugging even during dis precious break. but gd, old readers *hint hint* shd b able to guess y lah. i won't elaborate here again. when the time comes, every pc of the puzzle will fit together. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;shall divert myself to revision again... @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111505070875066514?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111505070875066514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111505070875066514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111505070875066514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111505070875066514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/slacking-b4-exam-im-getting-nearer-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111482211810151449</id><published>2005-04-29T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:05.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stayin' Alive&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almighty&lt;/strong&gt; zenöv nearly died in the lift at PGP. thanx to my &lt;em&gt;Almighty power&lt;/em&gt;, i managed to escape w minimal injuries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i had stepped into a poison gas trap unknowingly, &amp; by the time i realized, the door had closed on me. it was something hauntingly like &lt;em&gt;NH3,&lt;/em&gt; the smell where my lungs reacted strongly by choking, b4 my mind registered the signs of poison gas. it sure din smell anything like &lt;em&gt;BO&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;em&gt;NH3&lt;/em&gt;. so i looked ard for traces of &lt;em&gt;wee wee&lt;/em&gt;. not a single spot of liquid. &lt;em&gt;great,&lt;/em&gt; they haf all turned gaseous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;the hot &amp;amp; humid air outside had neva felt better. &lt;em&gt;*sniff!!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;spent an idyllic afternoon w &lt;a href="http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/02/jan-at-her-own-bash.html"&gt;jan&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.hedweb.com/oranclos.htm"&gt;fred&lt;/a&gt; at yih. after the expectedly disappointing MA1506, i found no zeal to mug for statics. in fact, after i left yih, i slept till 6.30pm b4 going for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;most nus muz haf finished their last papers, cos CL was unusually dead by 7pm. half-empty &amp;amp; free of the foul smells of PRCs. but there was a new gp of muggers, strange acting ah-peks. some looked v &lt;em&gt;hum sup&lt;/em&gt;, some looked mutated, &amp; 1 definitely dun look like he can study. i mean, he had the &lt;em&gt;lao beng&lt;/em&gt; look. when haf &lt;em&gt;ah bengs&lt;/em&gt; started studying??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&amp;amp; of cos, the main hi-lite of the day was my &lt;a href="http://zenov.blogspot.com/2005/04/response-why-my-heart-does-not-beat.html"&gt;name appearing in the papers &lt;/a&gt;lol the tot of it managed to get rid of some some of the feeling of dread in me. when i met pearpear online &amp; told her abt it, she was so... excited dat she wanted me to keep the article so she can read it when she returns. &lt;em&gt;hmmm...&lt;/em&gt; she really sound more elated than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh btw, jan, epl &amp;amp; i din tok abt anything in particular lah. dun hum tum him if he can't tell u more abt wat we said.&lt;/em&gt; =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111482211810151449?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111482211810151449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111482211810151449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111482211810151449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111482211810151449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/stayin-alive-almighty-zenv-nearly-died.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111431362546658872</id><published>2005-04-24T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:05.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rebirth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz in case u haven't noticed, dis blog has been undergoing a gradual revamp, tho not complete, it is substantial. aniwaes, the biggest change today... did u realize, the previous posts and archives were gone? yup, i realized dat it's harder to access my blog or update it. most prob too laden w rantings... so i decide to lighten it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, i din delete the old blog. in fact, u can still access it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;. This juz means dat i changed the name and url of the old blog, and in place, a new, lighter version. from now, posts older than 7 days will b shifted to the old blog, and linked back here thru their titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean dat ALL posts will b chucked there. in fact, i haf set up a few archives to 'segregate' the posts into categeories, so only those dat fit into nowhere will go to&lt;a href="http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com"&gt; The Old Side of The Fence.&lt;/a&gt; i'm also trying to re-direct the posts in the &lt;a href="http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com"&gt;Old Fence&lt;/a&gt; to the new archives, cos my aim is to diversify and lighten the old, main blog. of cos, there's the safeguard dat not all posts MITE not b lost shd sth happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... i sound as if i'm an impt blogger w too much posts liaoz. well, i'm not a popular blogger, but i sure do haf A LOT of posts dat rants on and on. they were my personal logs so i'm trying to keep them properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; btw, do u guys realize dat words in &lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt; r links?? in &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; shades of blue? (spot the links above!!) well, at least it's true NOW in my blog. previously, all links and the titles of my posts were in blue, but the titles were linked to nowhere. however, now the titles link to &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt;... my &lt;a href="http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com"&gt;archives&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... so when i move the main body of the post elsewhere, the title aka link will remain. ie, this new, main page will b lighter. of cos, sometime later, i mite hafta shift again. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all the best for the exams!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111431362546658872?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111431362546658872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111431362546658872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111431362546658872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111431362546658872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/rebirth-juz-in-case-u-havent-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111427278381385586</id><published>2005-04-24T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:04.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Be Happy!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Hard times need light feelings. dunno y, i went to search for x'mas midis &amp;amp; they made me feel v happy. juz when i had decided to link it here, i saw "CNY Midis" and i felt happier immediately. the feeling of CNY, which unfortunately had been missing dis yr. ok... past few yrs. so... gd time to lighten up lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111427278381385586?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111427278381385586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111427278381385586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111427278381385586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111427278381385586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/be-happy-hard-times-need-light_24.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111427388675151294</id><published>2005-04-24T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:04.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Stress" from EG1109&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111427388675151294?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111427388675151294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111427388675151294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111427388675151294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111427388675151294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/stress-from-eg1109.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111418601887902246</id><published>2005-04-22T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:02.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My New Annonymous Blogreader&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hehe... as usual, i &lt;strong&gt;MUZ&lt;/strong&gt; haf a say in everything, esp dis annonymous. hmmm... will he/she b juz another one who drops by and disappear? neva revealing to me his/her identity?? dunno... i'm actually rather afraid of ppl saying they got some secret of me... i will b like: &lt;em&gt;huh?? who saw me do wat??&lt;/em&gt; (tink the 6th ave incident...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;aniwaes, had my 1st paper of the season. nice. i mean, it's econs lor. their paper is easy... score also easy... which means everybody will also score... which means my chance of getting an A for it is... unpredictable. yup, esp when i juz found out i answered 1 qn wrongly. &lt;em&gt;tsk tsk!&lt;/em&gt; very costly... &amp; unnecessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;v tired. every nite can't sleep enuf. not dat i chao mugger or too stressed and kept brooding over things. juz dat worked my brain too hard in the day... when i finally get to rest, it needs time to zham brake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;okok... dat's all. &lt;em&gt;SHORT &amp; SWEET&lt;/em&gt; rite?? hehe... so many ppl complain i long winded, muz restrict liaoz... lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;examees, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111418601887902246?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111418601887902246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111418601887902246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111418601887902246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111418601887902246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-new-annonymous-blogreader-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111410022037177945</id><published>2005-04-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:02.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blog Recommendation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;heyhey... went to this m'sian blog dat was linked from &lt;a href="http://cheekybynature.blogspot.com/"&gt;cheeky&lt;/a&gt;. din tink much at all at first, cos well, they're m'sians. turned out dat their eng standard better than s'pore's (at least mine lah...) and dat this blog i'm gonna link is like... v different from the whiny, act-sarcastic s'pore blogs dat kept kaopeh-ing the govt. really narrowminded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;really. he v cheeky, and yet i din feel disgusted at his use of terms or descriptions (tink xiaxue). i nearly fell for my seat after i read the first post. gd to deviate from the usual 'sporean blogs... (did i mention this oredi??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;http://www.kennysia.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and this one, tho not as farnie (very ranting, in fact) showed gd english standard. good for leisure reading. muz read the post abt the vegetarian fox, only a few posts down. haha... i tot wat sia. v anti-climax. these 2 reads shd b gd for stress-relieving bah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minishorts.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;http://www.minishorts.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;enjoy... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;p/s: continued reading kenny sia's blog 4 the past hr... was totally bowled over by his post on prince charles' wedding (13th apr post). woa kaoz... 1st time i experienced 'laughing till i cried'. siao boh?? same series of pix can gif so many descriptions... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yup... special mention to the hustlergate scandal post too. clever use of nearly-porn pix and yet wasn't hum sup at all. okok... gonna carry on reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111410022037177945?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111410022037177945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111410022037177945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111410022037177945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111410022037177945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-recommendation-heyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111400748901971715</id><published>2005-04-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chang Hen Ge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;wow... read from the forum dat the film will finish shooting in a wk's time. there was a lot of hype, esp when sammi was totally drained for it and fell sick several times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ppl were like saying she (and the film) shd deserve an award. well, i hope so too. but rite now, it's still too early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and also, the more the hype, the harsher the silence when things dun turn out quite as expected. yup, cos rite now, jackie chan may praise her, but he had after all invested heavily in the show, so if he dun promote it, who will? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and it's typical of the reporters to throw u hi up in the air and neva catch u if an award isn't in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;haiz... all the best. ha... rite now, sammi got 2 theme songs running for hk film awards. hope she gets one... for consolation lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111400748901971715?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111400748901971715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111395867328334822?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111395867328334822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111395867328334822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111395867328334822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111395867328334822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/vegetable-commemeration-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111358842104754616</id><published>2005-04-18T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:00.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Presentation III&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;last and completed on 16th April 2005, my &lt;em&gt;Missing You Trilogy&lt;/em&gt;. and GUESS wat tune i had written it to?? some new song within the last half a yr or so. 1st winner can get an autographed pic of &lt;em&gt;yours truly&lt;/em&gt;. hint even more: the song was sung in a concert i watched. as to &lt;strong&gt;wat&lt;/strong&gt; concert, more guesswork. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;《冷叶的冷夜》&lt;/span&gt; 词：冷叶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;夜幕已静静低垂 海岸线退回从前&lt;br /&gt;我为谁不停眷恋 让露珠都给冻结&lt;br /&gt;你就在世界背面&lt;br /&gt;我大声呼唤 回音听不见 吞没在黑夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的泪不经意划过天边&lt;br /&gt;满载的思念但愿你能看见&lt;br /&gt;寒风吹起不懈 心已降到冰点&lt;br /&gt;期盼还能见到黎明的脸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我挨过风雪天 等待你的出现&lt;br /&gt;在这荒芜边界 热情已渐渐枯萎&lt;br /&gt;在赤道的冬天 这片冷叶的冷夜&lt;br /&gt;你的心 是否没改变&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;夜幕已静静低垂 海岸线退回从前 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我为谁不停眷恋 让露珠都给冻结 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;你就在世界背面 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我大声呼唤 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;回音听不见 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;吞没在黑夜 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我的泪不经意划过天边 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;满载的思念但愿你能看见 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;寒风吹起不懈 心已降到冰点 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;期盼还能见到黎明的脸 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我挨过风雪天 等待你的出现 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;在这荒芜边界 热情已渐渐枯萎 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;在赤道的冬天 这片冷叶的冷夜 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;你的心 是否没改变 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我挨过风雪天 等待你的出现&lt;br /&gt;你陪在谁身边 看着北极光摇曳&lt;br /&gt;在赤道的冬天 这片冷叶的冷夜&lt;br /&gt;爱谢了 怎么找得回&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111358842104754616?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111358973936475746</id><published>2005-04-17T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Presentation II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl, i can't wait till mon, esp when i've fixed my broadband prob at home. here's the 2nd instalment of my &lt;em&gt;Missing You Trilogy&lt;/em&gt;. sing to the tune of &lt;em&gt;Winter Sonata's Theme&lt;/em&gt;, aka 《从开始到现在》。 guess i'd never presented this work previously. hmm... as usual, cos rewritten from some pop ballads, the lyrics mite b controversial in a lot of ways. for one, some parts r taken directly from the original song. aiyah... i subconsciously did it, only realized the mistake after everything =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;《爱的余温》 词: 冷叶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又到细雨纷飞的季节 灌溉这份孤单的思念&lt;br /&gt;是否你也像我无法挥别从前&lt;br /&gt;如果还能再见你一面 回忆不只是抱歉&lt;br /&gt;如何才能放弃对你一再眷恋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为何无法忘记你淳熟的吻&lt;br /&gt;忘不掉你拥抱我温暖的体温&lt;br /&gt;每一次想要呼唤你的名字&lt;br /&gt;却发现哭也不出声&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后只有剩下落单的灵魂&lt;br /&gt;追寻在你看不到迷惘的情深&lt;br /&gt;我不愿 我也不能让爱沉沦&lt;br /&gt;承受这一生悔恨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如今一切都事过境迁 回忆都已太遥远&lt;br /&gt;为何还是依然对你一再眷恋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;为何无法忘记你淳熟的吻 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;忘不掉你拥抱我温暖的体温&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;每一次想要呼唤你的名字&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;却发现哭也不出声 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;最后只有剩下落单的灵魂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;追寻在你看不到迷惘的情深&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;我不愿 我也不能让爱沉沦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;承受这一生悔恨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;现实越残忍 越捍卫我的情深&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;虽然未曾听见 却知道爱得真&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111358973936475746?l=zenovarchives.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-6730886.post-111358901917590932</id><published>2005-04-16T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:57:00.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Presentation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;ppl, presenting the 1st of my &lt;em&gt;Missing You Trilogy. &lt;/em&gt;sing to the tune of 《终生美丽》。 it's slightly different from the last time i presented also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;《聚离》 词：冷夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黎明前一分钟 日和夜的交错&lt;br /&gt;屋顶上你我看 草地渐渐染红&lt;br /&gt;你用一双最真挚的手 牵引我每次感动&lt;br /&gt;陪我走一段绚丽的彩虹&lt;br /&gt;我会为你收留刹那眼角的闪烁&lt;br /&gt;当你回头看我 这份爱是否依旧&lt;br /&gt;无奈我们离别了以后 青草地不再染红&lt;br /&gt;回忆只留那一分钟 问离别是否太冲动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一刻你的心情 是否有我一样说不尽&lt;br /&gt;我以万根手指感应 在日出你我的呼吸&lt;br /&gt;我们永远在一起 就算黑夜见不到天明&lt;br /&gt;这一刻你是否想起 回忆里面的痕迹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;只留下最初的点滴激情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黄昏前一分钟 你和我再相逢&lt;br /&gt;夕阳下你我 已不见往日笑容&lt;br /&gt;我们没开口我的心却只是凝望着你就微微颤抖&lt;br /&gt;你终于哭着说&lt;br /&gt;朋友 那时离别是太冲动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一刻你的心情 是否有我一样说不尽&lt;br /&gt;我以万根手指感应 在日出你我的呼吸&lt;br /&gt;我们永远在一起 谁说黑夜见不到天明&lt;br /&gt;这一刻你是否想起 握着幸福的手心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;只剩下最初的点滴激情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一刻我不会忘记 万般等待的美丽&lt;br /&gt;你是否也感觉到我的用心？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111358901917590932?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111358901917590932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111358901917590932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111358901917590932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111358901917590932'/><link 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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-6730886.post-111354011311366385</id><published>2005-04-15T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:56:59.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://zenovogy.blogspot.com/2005/04/romancing-vs-sporeans-yup.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Romancing vs S'poreans&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111354011311366385?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111354011311366385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kiam Pa Qns &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pt 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;came up w this stupid qn juz now. hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Q: One day, Pineapple Tart and Coconut Tart got into a conflict and decided to settle it at the magistrate's, who later decided dat the case shd b heard by the public and voted. Who will win the case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;A: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coconut Tart. between&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 椰酥&lt;/span&gt; and 黄梨酥, who will u believe in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111337260961729854?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111337260961729854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111337260961729854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111337260961729854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111337260961729854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/kiam-pa-qns-pt-3-came-up-w-this-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111332642921538792</id><published>2005-04-13T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:56:58.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://zenovintimate.blogspot.com/2005/04/taking-words-seriously-ahem.html"&gt;Taking Words Seriously&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111332642921538792?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111332642921538792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111332642921538792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111332642921538792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111332642921538792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/taking-words-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111332227939323533</id><published>2005-04-13T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:56:57.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ice Cream at Swensen's w Family Wks Ago&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/640/swensen"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/202/2964/320/swensen%27s%20topless5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... topless 5... the plain, usual flavours. these r not the fanciful flavours, but they're juz plain nice =) Coffee, Chocolate, Lime Sherbet, Peppermint and Yam =P---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111332227939323533?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111332227939323533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111332227939323533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111332227939323533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111332227939323533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/ice-cream-at-swensens-w-family-wks-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111332463208325411</id><published>2005-04-12T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:56:58.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Revival&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hail to the Revival of &lt;em&gt;The Other Side of The Fence&lt;/em&gt; after the conflict between between blogger and his laptop! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*cheer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;turned out dat all i needed to do was to delete the cookies. i neva delete cookies, cos it meant dat i would hafta log in to those sites dat i put &lt;em&gt;'remember me'&lt;/em&gt;. HOWEVER, after i deleted the cookies, several probs i'd been facing w other sites were resolved too. guess something went wrong w the cookies system bah =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;had a rather constructive day... having finished revising modern phy (which was the goal i set this morn... i mean, i haven't been attaining goals for long...) and so i can focus on the stuff in the earlier sem. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yeah!!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; budden, dat was onli phy. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*boo!!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and this stupid econs lect. i went thru the notes hoping to finish it so dat i won't nid to go for the lect to free up the day. but there was the last part where i couldn't understand. so i went thru 2 hrs of lect going thru stuff i'd done, and the lecturer said juz b4 releasing us dat the part will not b tested, so he's not going thru at all. =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*faint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;and then, saw jan's bf &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;. i knew it, cos i started sneezing for no reason. tink i'm subconsciously allergic to him. hmmm... dun tink he saw me oso lah. which was gd, cos i was trying to keep the dist to stop the sneezing. hmmm... okok... next time he say &lt;em&gt;'how come zr always covering his nose when i c him?'&lt;/em&gt;, u shd noe wat to reply bah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;oh... then had a really fun time last evening w the zps gang. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yeah!!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did silly things dat were enjoyable at the same time. yar... sometimes, silly things /= not enjoyable. cos there's always a coefficient in such eqns, and ours is the &lt;strong&gt;zps constant, Z.&lt;/strong&gt; haiz... wonder how much we can get together in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;haha... tinking of such down tots remind me of fred's postcard. cos... erm... i 4got abt it and it got crushed by my phy txtbk &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*boo!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; din c it until i was packing up to go home juz now. yup, he was rite. everyone's leaving. muz take care hor ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hmmm... then muz comment on the charity show on sun. ermz... overall still ok lah... juz tink jack neo v disgusting and i was wondering y the audience got hot over jenny's performance. i was getting all bored when she juz kept repeating the same phrase for 5 min. BUT, i muz commend emil chou and li zhong sheng's duet. it was soo... nice. they sound so PERFECT, heavenly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*yeah!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dat i lost track of time immersing in their singing... until the stupid ah lians started screaming cos the phone calls jumped to 'target'. emil chou got distracted and started acting cute. spoiled all the nice feeling they built up over the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yup... duets (or accapella) sounds great, save the part where ppl try to imitate the sounds of instruments. when 2 voices blend in nicely, the effect can b &lt;em&gt;VERY &lt;/em&gt;good. ppl like jin xiu er chong chang shd make a come back. yar... i like SHE, but they not dat kind of standard (even tho they claim to b &lt;em&gt;mei sheng tuan ti&lt;/em&gt;). they had too much music arrangements and basically, their aim is not to become a choir, but a gal-band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;hoho... okok... dat's all. sleep early tonite. tmr got 8am lesson.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; *boo!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dat's all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111332463208325411?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111332463208325411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111332463208325411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111332463208325411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111332463208325411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/revival-hail-to-revival-of-other-side.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111327048633395206</id><published>2005-04-12T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:56:57.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Qian Bian Qns&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;something i owe. 2 stupid qns... i tot they were farnie, but dat was &lt;em&gt;I TOT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q1:&lt;/em&gt; I haf a guy fren, Tom, who has long and silky hair. one day, he told me dat his hair got difficult to maintain and would like to noe how to braid his hair. so he asked me who i can recommend. guess wat's my ans??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A1:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lara Croft. cos she's TomBraider mah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q2:&lt;/em&gt; LG wanna diversify their business and came up w a new product not in their usual (electronics) range. and this product was a flop, esp among students. wat was their new product??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A2:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LG-Bras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;juz hi-lite the line for the ans... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;okok... Q2 a bit stale... but something lite for a heavy sem... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111327048633395206?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111327048633395206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111327048633395206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111327048633395206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111327048633395206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/qian-bian-qns-something-i-owe.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111326982984958871</id><published>2005-04-12T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:56:57.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zenovogy.blogspot.com/2005/04/silent-library-amazingly-its-9.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Silent Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111326982984958871?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111326982984958871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111326982984958871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111326982984958871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111326982984958871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/silent-library.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730886.post-111326586022019050</id><published>2005-04-12T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:56:56.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Re-touch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;will not dwell too much in this post as i'm blogging from CL. haiz... one whole wk not in touch w my blog... cos couldn't access the dashboard. budden, everything is alright from CL. so i presume the problem has got to do w my laptop. shit... i hate this kind of configuration/firewall settings problem, v tedious. and i dun even noe y my laptop blocked the pg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730886-111326586022019050?l=zenovarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/111326586022019050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730886&amp;postID=111326586022019050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111326586022019050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730886/posts/default/111326586022019050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenovarchives.blogspot.com/2005/04/re-touch-will-not-dwell-too-much-in.html' title=''/><author><name>I never saved anything for the trip back, do you?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
