<?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-10673862</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:12:45.931+08:00</updated><category term='mutterings'/><category term='i&apos;m leaving on a jet plane'/><category term='uncategorized'/><category term='attachment'/><category term='shows'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='songs'/><category term='movies'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='k-box'/><category term='exams'/><category term='new year'/><category term='outings'/><category term='bball'/><category term='off-days'/><category term='The Moment'/><category term='frens'/><category term='school'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='work'/><category term='M4'/><title type='text'>mutterings of my life</title><subtitle type='html'>jus the mutterings of a typical seventeen-year-old male as he goes through his life in Singapore,hoping to reach his goal of living the high life ASAP</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>270</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-7545820559057700328</id><published>2009-12-08T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:50:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems that no matter how hard i try, no matter what i do, u don't seem to get it.&lt;br /&gt;i've controlled myself with you for the last 21 years of my life already.&lt;br /&gt;it may seem insignificant to u, but it seems alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;if u're gonna be this way,&lt;br /&gt;then i've got nothing to say to u anymore.&lt;br /&gt;u'll just be another passer by in my life.&lt;br /&gt;no more laughter, no more tears.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its beta for us both this way,&lt;br /&gt;being indifferent to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u won't get angry w me over the smallest of issues.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't get pissed w u for controlling my life in every single aspect.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;we weren't meant to be related to each other in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;it was just a wierd, wierd, twist of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-7545820559057700328?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7545820559057700328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=7545820559057700328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7545820559057700328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7545820559057700328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-seems-that-no-matter-how-hard-i-try.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-120058035466323224</id><published>2009-11-06T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:47:49.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venus, You Can't resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;              &lt;div class="caption"&gt;&lt;p&gt;繰り返す過ちにこの身を委ねたとしても&lt;br /&gt;絶え間なく降り注いでいた涙の夜に迷ってる&lt;br /&gt;二人がいた快楽へのPhase&lt;br /&gt;満たされない反発のFace&lt;br /&gt;吐息を押し殺した部屋&lt;br /&gt;あなたを見失う&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑いたいほどに求め合えるなら&lt;br /&gt;傷付け合ったとしても構わない&lt;br /&gt;君と貴方の夢に行き続けてく&lt;br /&gt;落ちて行く小さな写真の上&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Again I make the error of entrusting you with myself&lt;br /&gt;Though I survive the fall,&lt;br /&gt;I cry thinking of the lost nights spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Pleasurable phrases and your pure face&lt;br /&gt;I sigh in this empty room&lt;br /&gt;As you fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s seek it out together&lt;br /&gt;If we can put this pain behind&lt;br /&gt;(with you)&lt;br /&gt;The life you dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Captured in this small photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus&lt;br /&gt;Just now you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Just going night.&lt;br /&gt;I’m tell you as.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are missing dear and die.&lt;br /&gt;You kissing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus&lt;br /&gt;Just now you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Just going night.&lt;br /&gt;I’m tell you as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus&lt;br /&gt;Just now you and me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-120058035466323224?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/120058035466323224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=120058035466323224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/120058035466323224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/120058035466323224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/11/venus-you-cant-resist.html' title='Venus, You Can&apos;t resist'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-7625173800886405727</id><published>2009-10-27T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:27:05.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;A student at Eagle Rock Junior High won first prize at the Greater Idaho Falls Science Fair, April 26. He was attempting to show how conditioned we have become to alarmists practicing junk science and spreading fear of everything in our environment. In his project he urged people to sign a petition demanding strict control or total elimination of the chemical “dihydrogen monoxide.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And for plenty of good reasons, since:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;it can cause excessive sweating and vomiting &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is a major component in acid rain &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it can cause severe burns in its gaseous state &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;accidental inhalation can kill you &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it contributes to erosion &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it decreases effectiveness of automobile brakes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it has been found in tumors of terminal cancer patients &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;He asked 50 people if they supported a ban of the chemical.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forty-three (43) said yes, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;six (6) were undecided, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and only one (1) knew that the chemical was water. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;The title of his prize winning project was, “How Gullible Are We?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He feels the conclusion is obvious.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-7625173800886405727?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7625173800886405727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=7625173800886405727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7625173800886405727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7625173800886405727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/10/student-at-eagle-rock-junior-high-won.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8030019710243873773</id><published>2009-10-26T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:30:43.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Ryan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dunno who you are anymore. The old Ryan wouldn't dare to even think about such a thing, let alone do it. And now, last night, this morning, you actually went to do it. Do you have any idea what would happen if you got found out? If anything went wrong? There are so many if's and what if's in this plan, and you still went on for it, head first, just like you always do. Have you any idea what might happen if someone found out about it? There are so many loopholes, so many things that can happen, that can go wrong. And you still went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything i said, what's done is done already. Now, all we can do is to wait and to hope, to pray, to believe that everything will work out the way you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if it happens to turn out otherwise, then it'll be the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours always,&lt;br /&gt;Chase&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/10673862-8030019710243873773?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8030019710243873773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8030019710243873773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8030019710243873773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8030019710243873773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-ryan-i-dunno-who-you-are-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1881828296877608244</id><published>2009-10-04T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:54:41.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/Ssgqg-TxfjI/AAAAAAAAAjg/b6mld2jsyCo/s1600-h/the+gang+of+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/Ssgqg-TxfjI/AAAAAAAAAjg/b6mld2jsyCo/s320/the+gang+of+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388603700118912562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-1881828296877608244?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1881828296877608244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=1881828296877608244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1881828296877608244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1881828296877608244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/Ssgqg-TxfjI/AAAAAAAAAjg/b6mld2jsyCo/s72-c/the+gang+of+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4655590381860485986</id><published>2009-09-06T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:29:23.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SqOqYC5J7KI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8To0Q28aZHU/s1600-h/tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SqOqYC5J7KI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8To0Q28aZHU/s320/tank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378329710080683170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what i've been busy with for the past few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-4655590381860485986?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4655590381860485986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=4655590381860485986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4655590381860485986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4655590381860485986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-ive-been-busy-with-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SqOqYC5J7KI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8To0Q28aZHU/s72-c/tank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1399702889001618454</id><published>2009-08-22T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:25:56.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i've been acting like a jerk, always being sian whenever you bring me out to meet your friends, when we go out drinking/clubbing on friday or saturday nights, when you just wanna have fun and de-stress after a long work week and when i just want to hide under the comfort of my own balnket and sleep my worries, my stress away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try my best to accept your friends, be it that they are people whom i hate back in poly, i try to give them a second chance; be it that they do not respect us and our status, i try to ignore their snide and sarcarstic comments and leave it up to you to handle them; be it that they say bad things about my back, i keep quiet about it, and leave it to you to believe them or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not to say that it's all bad; i did have my fun and laughter with some of your friends; the JB trip with K &amp;amp; J was one of the best overseas trips I had with my friends; common interests like cosplay have brought me and your friends closer too; and even going to zirca have not only opened my eyes to new clubbing venues in singapore, enlarged my social circle, facebook friends &amp;amp; msn lists, but opened me to all kinds of people and their diverse personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost two months since u said 'yes' at the queensway macdonalds;and of course, there has been ups and downs in our time tgt- we've known our strengths and weaknesses; our flaws and our strengths; our idiosyncracies and our peeves; but through it all, we've managed to get through all of those with our perserverance and each other. You've lent me your shoulders to lean on when i was down and emo; i was there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no matter what other people say, what other people do, deep down inside, i'll always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-1399702889001618454?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1399702889001618454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=1399702889001618454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1399702889001618454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1399702889001618454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1776201163502614039</id><published>2009-08-10T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:12:11.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tong: So, Mew, how have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mew: Fine. Playing my music is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong: But you are alone. Aren't you lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mew: Frighteningly lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong: What do you mean? "Frighteningly lonely"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mew: It's like when we were younger, we were so lonely because we didn't have alot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;And now that we are grown up, loneliness seems, just so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong: Why is it so bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mew: I don't know how to explain it. It started during the summer when I was in 8th Grade.&lt;br /&gt;Papa took grandma somewhere for several days.&lt;br /&gt;And the day when she came back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy at all, because the longer my grandma is gone the more I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have one question:&lt;br /&gt;If we can love someone so much, how will we be able to hand it the one day when we are separated?&lt;br /&gt;And, if being separated is a part of life, and you know about separation well, is it possible Tong, that we can love someone and never be afraid of losing them?&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I was also wondering. Is it possible that, we can live our entire life without loving anyone at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;I have lived with it now for 5 years, I know just how bad loneliness feels.&lt;br /&gt;I fear it will continue to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong: Mew... (reaches out arm towards Mew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mew: (leans towards Tong)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-1776201163502614039?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1776201163502614039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=1776201163502614039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1776201163502614039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1776201163502614039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/08/tong-so-mew-how-have-you-been-mew-fine.html' 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/&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nicky's gone shopping. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-15728566499325208?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/15728566499325208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=15728566499325208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/15728566499325208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/15728566499325208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/07/nickys-gone-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SmwrC4mX9DI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/np4zb214owY/s72-c/jet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-6254854562928538647</id><published>2009-07-25T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:44:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the first month anniversary of ryan and chase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-6254854562928538647?l=shatteredb0i.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-10673862.post-5965395518287136339</id><published>2009-07-05T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:53:01.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live the Moment- Nicky's 21st!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-5965395518287136339?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5965395518287136339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=5965395518287136339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5965395518287136339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5965395518287136339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/07/live-moment-nickys-21st.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1502650378316704608</id><published>2009-06-28T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:16:37.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Updates</title><content type='html'>It's during a sorta sleepless night as i pen this coloumn- you know, the kind of nights whereby you just couldn't sleep, no mater how much you toss and turn on the bed, trying your darndest to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the late night dinner I had with J at Plaza Singapura. Between the two of us, we devoured a culet set meal (which comprised of a pork cutlet fillet, bowl of rice, miso soup and cold tofu in a sesame sauce), a set of gyozas fired to crispy golden brown perfection, his plate of curry baked rice, and a dessert of mixed fruits parfait. We did play a few games at the arcade before heading back home; but seriously, the food's barely digested in my sstomach before going to bed. And i always never do such a thing, ever since when i was in secondary school- i went to bed with a full stomach and couldn't sleep for the entire night. Imagine how bad was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic of studying overseas cropped u once again, in our dinner conversation and the subsequent exchnage of sms-es with another close friend from the polytechnic. The issue this ime was still the same as the one being disucssed before- it was a toss up between a 1.5 to 2 years long degree course in Commerce or Finance at the Australian National University, or a general degree in Arts and Social Sciences at our very own National University of Singapore.My folks at home, not to mention most of my friends, have all told me that NUS ould be abetter alternative as compared to ANU; I can empathize with them and I know that the main reason for saying so- besides the fact that NUS is not easy to get in- is the fac that my family isn't all that well-off to send me overseas to study. But i've already gotten over that fact a long time ago- ever since i saw that my aunt lived in a terrace house along Sixth Avenue whereas i'm a HDB-dweler at Queenstown. Hence, the financial constraints that are keeping me from venturing outside of Singapore to study is understandbale; it makes me really pissed off and such, considering that i wouldn't mind getting an overseas degree for the exposure that i'm gonna get from studying in a foreign country, just like my overseas attachment in Shanghai. True, it only lasted for half an year and i was back all-too-quickly, but still, i managed to have fun and learn some important life skills along the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntan session today wasn't all that bad; there was a pretty good sun and i managed to knock out a 18 laps session today at the pool. Not very impressive and certainly not my prime, but somehow, it was either the pre-booking in blues, or the fact that it's a sunday, which made me procrastinate a little and gave myself a 10% discount on my oherwise normal routine of 20 laps in the pool. At least. And i've renewed my interest in getting that kayaking certificate, be it a 1-star or a 2-star one. Note to self: enough procrastinating, enough putting things off til the last minute, and enough laziness. It's high time you get a body that's so much better than what you're having now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NS issue has sort of reached a stalemate now: the psychiatrist appointment i had on thursday morning resulted in quite a disastrous manner; i didn't managed to get what i wanted to, which was quite a bummer, considering that the performance i had pulled off tha morning was, in my opinion, quite Oscar-worthy, so to speak. I even cried, for, erm, crying out loud. And don;t give me that crap about its all in my attitude towards NS; believe me, i'm already trying my best and controlling all my emotions for most of the time. If i didn't do so, i would have like really gone insane and get locked up in IMH. Or DB. Or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid Dr Tan. and she still exchanged hp numbers with me and wanted me to join this stupid course that costs over $2k. Not unless you get me my items that i want first- then we can start talking about attending some feel-good seminar that costs over a few thousand dollars. Maybe at the end, the only ones that feel good are the organizers of that particular seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Thank goodness for the auto save function. i was keying this blog entry on my bro's laptop when it suddenly died on me for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that being said, i'm gonna try another method. I don't believe that what I want, i cannot accomplish. To you, whom i said i'll treat a meal at Rochester Park- don't worry, I'm definitely gonna treat you that meal on my 21st birthday. How's that for a double celebration, hmm? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid messenger is STILL not working at this point of time, gosh. :x seriously, like hello? Such a widely used program by almost everyone i know, and they're not doing anything? Ok, that was me ranting mindlessly. Don't mind me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lengthy post; this should be enough to cover for my absence from the blog for like a few weeks or so. Til the next post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-1502650378316704608?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1502650378316704608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=1502650378316704608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1502650378316704608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1502650378316704608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/06/recent-updates.html' title='Recent Updates'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8749509488837746258</id><published>2009-06-03T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:03:44.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thought might as well update on my blog since i've a night's out today, all thanks to some dumb exhibition that we were supposed to attend but ended uphaving breakfast at toa payoh hdb hub. =) the perks of being representatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the rehearsal was bad news for Ryan- the long hours meant that he would not be able to attend Chase's 21st birthday party, something that he had promised he wouldn't miss for the world. what's more, their current status meant that it wouldn't be nice, it wouldn't be apporpriate for him to miss the party. thankfully, the latest news is that Ryan would be able to make it to Chase's party, albeit at a later time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll pretend to be Romeo, and walk down the winding staircase of the mansion, ensuring that everyone will be looking at me as come down."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, you do that, but make sure you don't trip over the stair and fall down the rest of the way."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You evil meanie. Do you really want your partner to fall down the staircase and become paralysed for the rest of his life?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chase looked straight into his partner's eyes and spoke solemnly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll take care of you for the rest of your life, should you become bedridden, wheelchair-bound, or whatever-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan stopped him mid-sentence with a kiss on his lips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Enough."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The two lovebirds smiled at each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8749509488837746258?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8749509488837746258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8749509488837746258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8749509488837746258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8749509488837746258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-might-as-well-update-on-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-3176821897062357918</id><published>2009-05-31T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:45:59.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just as the lights at the club comes on, it siginifies something. No matter how much fun we had, dancing away, rubbing against each other and grinding each other, getting wasted by the copoious amounts of alcohol drank, getting high and forgetting all the worries, all the troubles we had that we've left at the door- once the lights come on, it goes to show that despite everything, clubbing  is just a temporary way to escape from all of the troubles that we have. When the lights come on, it goes to show that it's high time we do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mirrors, as mentioned by Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm being shameless by advertising for my story here, but too bad. There's always the 'x' button on the top right hand button on your screen. but i'm sure you won't do that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the matter has been on my mind for past few weeks or so already- which explains why i've been sending wierd sms-es to ppl sometimes, and why i've been so emo and moody for the past weeks or so. i'm coming close to a decision already, but will i have the strength and courage to follow it through right to the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/10673862-3176821897062357918?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3176821897062357918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=3176821897062357918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3176821897062357918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3176821897062357918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-as-lights-at-club-comes-on-it.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-6015067794914328208</id><published>2009-05-24T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:39:40.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was planning to write about my graduation on friday- getting my 3rd sgt rank, all the pride, accomplishment, blah blah blah, when i thought, nah, it's not really interesting as a blog post. So i'm not gonna type abt it, but instead, another topic. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since coming back from the shanghai attachment, and my enlistment into NS, i felt that i've drifted away from my family members, and my friends.Maybe it's the time that seperated me and them- the shanghai attachement was a full five months away in some country that's at least a good five hours from singapore, and my NS vocation unfortunately doesn't allow me to stay out every night. So when it comes to the weekends, you can imagine how precious they are to me. And it only consist of 48 bloody hours; in which i've to do all sorts of stuffs and really satisfy all of my cravings at the same time- going out with frens, catching up with old friends, while at the same time, fulfilling my duties as a good son and a good elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say that since i'm already almost 21 years old, i'm supposed to be able to arrange my schedule well, to plan out every single thing, right down to what i'm supposed to do every minute every day. But in my life, for the past 21 years or so, I find that I don't like to plan every single thing, contrary to what people know me as. My friends all often say that i'm very organized, very systematic, very cool and silent even, but somehow, it's just that facade that i put up in my everyday life. No, facade is a rather strong word to use, i would say 'appearance' is more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS, apart from robbing away two years of my life, has somehow changed me. I dunno if it's for the good or for the worse, but somehow, i feel that ever since i entered NS, i've learnt to not take things so naively. I've learnt that it's not good to always show your true feelings out, because you never know who is on your side, and who isn't. In camp, i always put up this fake front in the presence of all my camp mates, of all my colleagues. It's like i'm a different Nicholas in camp as compared to the Nicholas outside. And it really gets tiring sometimes. I sometimes really think, do I have the strength to overcome all of these 'acting' in the camp? But if i don't, then what? What would i do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very lucky to have a group of close friends that never fails to cheer me up whenever i'm feeling down or depressed; or to be there to share my happiness with; to keep my company whnever i'm alone. I'm really grateful for them; without them, i don't know who can i turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not that i'm saying my family members aren't there for me. But sometimes, there are certain matters that somehow, i just can't bring myself to tell them about. And since this is a public blog, i sure as hell am not going to talk about those matters here. But i'm very sure those close friends of mine- they'll know what i'm referring to. And here comes another personal dilemma once again- if i stay true to myself, i'm sure that they'll be depressed and disappointed with me. But i'm sick and tired of pretending to be someone that i'm totally not. I'm really confused, really, really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'll continue this post another day. Til then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-6015067794914328208?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6015067794914328208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=6015067794914328208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6015067794914328208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6015067794914328208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-planning-to-write-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4932818893990439033</id><published>2009-05-17T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:21:18.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been some time i last blogged le. so it's like, i'm taking advantage of a monday morning book in to catch up with my long-lost sleep, meeting up with frens for shopping, and of cos, a short jb trip- so much so that it doesn't feel like goin overseas anymore- and watching my hk drama serial too. i'll be passing out as a 3SG this friday- everyone seems to be happy for me to have such an accomplishment, but deep down inside, or for those who really understands me, they would know that things are not what they seem. but for others, well, i guess they'll have to make do with this fake facade that i put up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rigght. pics of the grad parade will be up soon. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-4932818893990439033?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4932818893990439033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=4932818893990439033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4932818893990439033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4932818893990439033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-some-time-i-last-blogged-le.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-2084944876181552427</id><published>2009-05-03T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:05:20.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/Sf0lchFt9rI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fq7MT2P4vA8/s1600-h/WBC+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/Sf0lchFt9rI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fq7MT2P4vA8/s320/WBC+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331458705725454002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back! got lotsa pics to upload. so i'm gonna upload once and for all on FB. then can see from there. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-2084944876181552427?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2084944876181552427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=2084944876181552427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2084944876181552427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2084944876181552427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back-got-lotsa-pics-to-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/Sf0lchFt9rI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fq7MT2P4vA8/s72-c/WBC+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-5542644968023042936</id><published>2009-05-01T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:11:51.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Flying off!!!!</title><content type='html'>tooooooooo JB only lar, haaa. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short weekend getaway to recharge my batteries for outfield on monday. i'll be back on saturday night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-5542644968023042936?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5542644968023042936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=5542644968023042936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5542644968023042936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5542644968023042936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-flying-off.html' title='I&apos;m Flying off!!!!'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4223745146089171193</id><published>2009-04-05T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:02:38.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw this on jake's blog... kinda curious so went to try it out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. how true issit?&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/10673862-4223745146089171193?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4223745146089171193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=4223745146089171193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4223745146089171193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4223745146089171193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/04/saw-this-on-jakes-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1388060975285177740</id><published>2009-03-22T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:50:52.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>對不起我自私了&lt;br /&gt;對不起我沒有安全感 你也沒有給我安全感&lt;br /&gt;對不起我吃醋了&lt;br /&gt;對不起我不開心&lt;br /&gt;對不起我那麼笨 都不知道為你買的東西值不值得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛情好盲目&lt;br /&gt;愛情好複雜&lt;br /&gt;這是愛情嗎&lt;br /&gt;還是對你來說我只是一個好朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒感情的話請結束&lt;br /&gt;別浪費我的時間&lt;br /&gt;我不想更喜歡你&lt;br /&gt;到時要遺忘恐怕來不及了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-1388060975285177740?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1388060975285177740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=1388060975285177740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1388060975285177740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1388060975285177740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-5020092313311322747</id><published>2009-03-15T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:17:32.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. nicky went clubbing for like, two weekends in a row. which explains his absence from MSN/ blogspot for the past few weeks. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-5020092313311322747?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5020092313311322747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=5020092313311322747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5020092313311322747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5020092313311322747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1637560869044935277</id><published>2009-03-01T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:20:56.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>昨日はちょうど.....間違っていた、私仮定する。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;は彼のブログに….書かれるように彼が持っていたこと私達二人が公式に…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;まだ始まっていない既にガールフレンドの外側…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ことを私に告げ、 それはである完全に私のためにかなり衝撃的… 多分…ちょうど多分…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it' s片思いのちょうど例….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" しかし私達二人は初めに一緒に公式にない! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は実際に彼を好んだ。 私は実際に。 それはなぜこれのようにならなければならなかったか。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-1637560869044935277?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1637560869044935277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=1637560869044935277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1637560869044935277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1637560869044935277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8174490964405781181</id><published>2009-02-28T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:49:23.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i just like to be busy. hell-ass busy. so that my mind wouldn't have time to wander off and start thinking about nonsensical things. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8174490964405781181?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8174490964405781181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8174490964405781181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8174490964405781181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8174490964405781181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-just-like-to-be-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-824257074041300843</id><published>2009-02-17T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:53:46.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>jus read kiki's blog.... found that her entries made lots of sense... its true that something's been missing in my life... but i.ve no idea what i'm missing... and army just made it worse... its like, i felt that i'm wasting/throwing away 2 yrs of my life like that... 2 yrs of my life- gone like that! *woosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl would say that it's a duty and honour for me to defend my country, but u noe wad, its all completely bull***t. seriously. the things that we learnt inside, all the things that we do inside, all of them just make me feel like emigrating and leaving this country forever. and not come back. oh, mebbe for chinese new year and xmas, and on my bro's wedding. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, there r just too many things left here. my mum, for one. altho she says that she wouldnt mind me working overseas, it's v obvious that she would be v yi yi bu she if i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;went overseas to work. and all my other family members- my dad, my bro, my cousins, and my group of frens, people like tj, jesse, ruth, my BFF!, FOS, just to name a few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i alwaes see my platoon mates all having fun in NS, in whatever they are doing... and the problem is that i alwaes try to click with them, to talk to them, to participate in whatever they're doing; i alwaes try to not think so much whenever the trg starts, so that i can somehow try to enjoy myself in NS as much as i can without feeling as miserable as i am alr. but it alwaes fails. it alwaes fucking fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issit becos i'm growing older and older? i wasnt like this in the past... u can take a look at my past entries... they're all filled with so much laughter, so much fun, so much 'HAHAs' and stuff like that... my recent entries are all, on the contray, moody, emo, and  full of 'SIGHs' and stuff like that. why?! why?! why?! i.ve lost interest in writing- i wanted to continue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirrors 2, &lt;/span&gt;but somehow, after i planned out the brief story line and all the characters, my mind would become totally blank and i wouldnt be able to write anything nice out. mebbe it's due to the perfectionist streak in me when it comes to writing, i alwaes wanted to write very nice stories that ppl would read and enjoy. but nowadays, when i try to write, nothing substantial comes out. and it's scaring me. it's scaring me alot. has army done all of these to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness BFF re-introduced me to the world of cosplay again.. it's like an avenue for me to express my identity and explore my freedom again, away from all the restrictions that army is imposing on me... BFF, if u're reading this, kanpatei~ don't overwork yrself, and i noe that joo can succeed both in yr work and in yr studies!!! and to quote from yr entry, let's both find that spark in our lives once again to get everything going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime sunday evening comes, my mood would totally drop down. once it's almost time for me to book in, i alwaes become emo-momo again. i dunno if my frens realized it anot.. everytime i go out on saturdaysor friday nights, i would be super high and be the high point in the outing and crack jokes and stuff; when i go out on sundays, i would be like, sian sian like that, and become v quiet, only talking when it's absoultely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  nozomanakereba nani mo, okoranai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- but the problem is, i.ve been wishing for alot of things already. and yet, nothing, absolutely nothing, has happened as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, i suppose that's the end of all the ranting that i wanna say for now. til the next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-824257074041300843?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/824257074041300843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=824257074041300843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/824257074041300843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/824257074041300843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-6218519511541119739</id><published>2009-01-25T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:54:09.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SXv9h2qLN2I/AAAAAAAAAho/ieXAna5da-M/s1600-h/FOS+cny+celebrations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SXv9h2qLN2I/AAAAAAAAAho/ieXAna5da-M/s320/FOS+cny+celebrations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295104544954070882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesssss. CNY celebrations is around the corner again.. ok, to be more precise, it's like, eve of CNY today. strange how fast time flies; just the year before during this period, i was still involved in my attachment at shangri-la, eating their lo hei that the manager treated me too. =) one year jus passed like that. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm being totally random in this post. pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-6218519511541119739?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6218519511541119739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=6218519511541119739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6218519511541119739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6218519511541119739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesssss.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SXv9h2qLN2I/AAAAAAAAAho/ieXAna5da-M/s72-c/FOS+cny+celebrations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-7618996033279182771</id><published>2009-01-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:17:30.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2009年&lt;br /&gt;我想做我喜欢的事&lt;br /&gt;我想见我想见的人&lt;br /&gt;我想爱我想爱得人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 我想我爱的人爱我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-7618996033279182771?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7618996033279182771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=7618996033279182771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7618996033279182771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7618996033279182771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-5177650119136954883</id><published>2009-01-11T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:01:27.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's not easy maintaining 2 blogs. :p thankfully, i haf this to remind me of stuffs that i can forget sometimes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWnedRFkH3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ATyvgrvSQzY/s1600-h/IMG_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWnedRFkH3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ATyvgrvSQzY/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290003831707672434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went camwhoring with tricia last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWne1yd9rsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JOvH7ti42WA/s1600-h/changiairport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWne1yd9rsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JOvH7ti42WA/s320/changiairport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290004252985241282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-5177650119136954883?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5177650119136954883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=5177650119136954883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5177650119136954883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5177650119136954883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-easy-maintaining-2-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWnedRFkH3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ATyvgrvSQzY/s72-c/IMG_1270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-6793899402747827888</id><published>2009-01-03T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:20:39.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008...</title><content type='html'>It's the new year!&lt;br /&gt;Before i embark on 2009, here's a recap of the more memorable events in 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiLO-_7AI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9cixyNQ7SEI/s1600-h/miscellanous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiLO-_7AI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9cixyNQ7SEI/s320/miscellanous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333907673377794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1. Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after 3 years.... finally it's time to graduate!&lt;br /&gt;will miss all the times chong-ing for projects with FOS; koping empty library discussion rooms... booking jupiter room to watch Final Destination movies...and da-baoing food into LTs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBhI_xAmCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/toTYTngweGo/s1600-h/KL+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBhI_xAmCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/toTYTngweGo/s320/KL+trip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287332769716803618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2. KL Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on road trip up to KL with family members... been superrrrr long since i went on a holiday with parents and cousins le... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiKbHKRHI/AAAAAAAAAgs/WzisvLsAoxQ/s1600-h/taipei%2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiKbHKRHI/AAAAAAAAAgs/WzisvLsAoxQ/s320/taipei%2708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333893748966514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Taipei Trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessssss! finally managed to go to taipei before enlistment. =) haf alwaes wanted to go there after watching all those taiwanese variety shows; v v v v happy to finally go there once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiLW28BQI/AAAAAAAAAhE/HpMDVmNS1Qc/s1600-h/miscellanous1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiLW28BQI/AAAAAAAAAhE/HpMDVmNS1Qc/s320/miscellanous1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333909787051266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. BKK Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think it's somewhat cursed trip... fell apart with H after the trip. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBhIRms_gI/AAAAAAAAAgU/okBWPxIB_b0/s1600-h/jap+sch+open+hse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBhIRms_gI/AAAAAAAAAgU/okBWPxIB_b0/s320/jap+sch+open+hse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287332757325544962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBhHkwOMmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/euCr6CU4xGM/s1600-h/eoy%2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBhHkwOMmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/euCr6CU4xGM/s320/eoy%2708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287332745285874274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5. EOY 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eoy!!! been looking foward to it ever since enlisting into NS; caught up with kisaki, and made new frens along the way too. =) much more fun during tis eoy as compared to the previous years'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiK34rC_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/jKImqc1gdAg/s1600-h/timbre+with+FOS+%40+15+Dec+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiK34rC_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/jKImqc1gdAg/s320/timbre+with+FOS+%40+15+Dec+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333901472828402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiKLwkPAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/tKauUSHmRwE/s1600-h/night%27s+out+with+tricia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiKLwkPAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/tKauUSHmRwE/s320/night%27s+out+with+tricia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333889627667458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBhIEHxjNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NWNe7wk3h8M/s1600-h/FOS-X%27mas-pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBhIEHxjNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NWNe7wk3h8M/s320/FOS-X%27mas-pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287332753706159314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6. Xmas dinner + FOS gatherings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. after an overseas dinner last year, this year, it's back to singapore again! celebration with FOS at timbre and marina bay area. :p and of cos, all the FOS gatherings that made my 2008 a more enjoyable one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBhHJ5lCmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/60z2EBfm0AM/s1600-h/BMTC-grad-parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBhHJ5lCmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/60z2EBfm0AM/s320/BMTC-grad-parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287332738077362786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7. BMTC Graduation parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos, the most important one of all, my BMTC graduation parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v long post from me... shall state out my new year's resolutions in another post, til then!&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/10673862-6793899402747827888?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6793899402747827888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=6793899402747827888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6793899402747827888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6793899402747827888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008.html' title='2008...'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SWBiLO-_7AI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9cixyNQ7SEI/s72-c/miscellanous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4087093622020992060</id><published>2009-01-01T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:13:50.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you'll be the prince, and i'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;it's a love story,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll say yes.&lt;br /&gt;- Taylor Swift, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And i suppose that's what sums up 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/10673862-4087093622020992060?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4087093622020992060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=4087093622020992060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4087093622020992060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4087093622020992060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2009/01/youll-be-prince-and-ill-be-princess-its.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1534264705726403835</id><published>2008-12-25T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:19:29.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/90/15/90_15_57---Christmas-Tree_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/90/15/90_15_57---Christmas-Tree_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload pics from the midnight mass&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;christmas party at my place soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RYOSUK%7E1.NIC/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RYOSUK%7E1.NIC/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-1534264705726403835?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1534264705726403835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=1534264705726403835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1534264705726403835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1534264705726403835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-upload-pics-from-midnight-mass.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-462031907444605759</id><published>2008-12-13T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:36:18.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eoy was FUUUUUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;took a few pics only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more to come from kisaki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SUPIA0QMWoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/C3B6C5J6SKs/s1600-h/Image480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SUPIA0QMWoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/C3B6C5J6SKs/s320/Image480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279283104560470658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SUPIAv2JHBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JZNcqzRx7QI/s1600-h/Image485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SUPIAv2JHBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JZNcqzRx7QI/s320/Image485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279283103377464338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SUPIAad7FLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Go9D8vmznYg/s1600-h/Image478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SUPIAad7FLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Go9D8vmznYg/s320/Image478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279283097638737074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-462031907444605759?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/462031907444605759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=462031907444605759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/462031907444605759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/462031907444605759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/12/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SUPIA0QMWoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/C3B6C5J6SKs/s72-c/Image480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-975456542637780679</id><published>2008-12-11T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:39.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;I saw this on Diane's blog and I was laughing at hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Template:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Dear (the last person who text messaged you),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;(12), Your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;February - Last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;May - First of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Red - Insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;White - My pet cactus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Purple - My mustard souffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;House - Scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lost - High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;France - In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;So, if i put everything together, it'll look something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Dear Melv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but the mafia wants you. I think I realized it when your dog ran amok in your apartment and I saw you carve your initials into my pet cactus. I'm sure you're emotional enough to understand that there is no solution to this. I'm returning the couch cushions to you, but I'll keep your suicide note as a memory. You should also know that I was interviewed by The Times about eggplant-fetishism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Go burn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Nicky .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-975456542637780679?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/975456542637780679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>POP!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-952593435965091276?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/952593435965091276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=952593435965091276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/952593435965091276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/952593435965091276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/12/pop.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-6421719213372394982</id><published>2008-12-08T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:47:22.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its that time of the year again. when big, massive, huge, over-the-top countdown parties are being held. when people get crushed upon/smashed/jostled upon/whatever u can think of, and complain to the newspapers the day after that they have been molested, that they have been pickpocketed, what not. :p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't call me a wet blanket. sure, i enjoy countdown parties. but somehow, i don't like countdowns. it makes me feel as though there's not much time left. not much time left to finish whatever i want to do. to finish whatever goals i have not accomplished yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as i countdown to the new year, i suddenly think, what have i done in the past 12 months that made me feel accomplished? have i wasted it all? have i been able to spend the past year fruitfully?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-6421719213372394982?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6421719213372394982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=6421719213372394982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SSjkkIpNYFI/AAAAAAAAAds/NURY0zGQvuU/s1600-h/taipei%2708+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SSjkkIpNYFI/AAAAAAAAAds/NURY0zGQvuU/s320/taipei%2708+045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271714673283915858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been looking thru my old photos on my laptop and came across my taipei pictures. that was me, taken in september this year. and i looked at myself in the mirror. *shakes head scary how NS can change someone so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 more working days before i POP and get as far away from that island as possible. and hopefully, by that time, i'll get the blogging bug back again and churn out lengthy posts that i used to do so before enlisting. it's like, after enlisting, i've lost the mood to blog as long as i did before. for whatever reason, i dunno too. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*randomly ends the blog post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J'ai ai toujours voulu dire ceci à toi, mais de façon ou d'autre, j'avais toujours manqué du courage de faire ainsi. J'ai déjà maintenu ceci dans mon coeur pour très un à long terme, attendant cette occasion spéciale, pour que ce moment dise ces mots à toi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-9126448985674208091?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/9126448985674208091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=9126448985674208091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/9126448985674208091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/9126448985674208091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/11/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SSjkkIpNYFI/AAAAAAAAAds/NURY0zGQvuU/s72-c/taipei%2708+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-2135391592495123291</id><published>2008-11-16T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:02:00.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th birthday!</title><content type='html'>well, that's it. my 20th birthday. 20 years of my life spent here, on earth, on this tiny little island called singapore. i've had my share of joy, of fun, of sadness, of depression, of tension, of worry, of angst, of emo, of excitement, of worry, of anxiety. special thanks to all of whom had helped me celebrate my birthday- my parents, family, tricia, yujie, kisaki, kevin, melvin, and all those who wished me on the phone/sms/facebook.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i'm not typing a long entry cos i've lost the blogging bug! and it sucks when u haf to book in at 7pm during yr birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-2135391592495123291?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2135391592495123291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=2135391592495123291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2135391592495123291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2135391592495123291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/11/20th-birthday.html' title='20th birthday!'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-307191327639876070</id><published>2008-11-16T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:13:27.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SR706gp_-4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/ARD04kPjEAY/s1600-h/pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SR706gp_-4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/ARD04kPjEAY/s320/pic.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917900105743234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my first birthday prezzie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-307191327639876070?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/307191327639876070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=307191327639876070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/307191327639876070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/307191327639876070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-birthday-prezzie.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SR706gp_-4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/ARD04kPjEAY/s72-c/pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-5207677117869897879</id><published>2008-11-01T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:03:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i feel blessed. to have this group of frens that are always around me, that are always dere for me, to pick me up when i'm feeling down, to share my happiness and joy when i'm happy, to comfort me when i'm feeling down and depressed, to lift me out of my emo-momo ness. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm being ranpical now- a quiz that i've seen on some blogs. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. What people done that will make you hate him/her most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Being fake and not meaning what they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. What is your most favorite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lazing on my sofa, with the TV on MTV, and reading my shoxx magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. What kind of news do you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Entertainment, local.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. What is your ultimate wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To do whatever i want, whenever i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmmmmmm. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hell NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7. Are you afraid of pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To a certain extent, yes. BFF, i noe u're cringing right now. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;8. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go to Tokyo&amp;amp;Osaka for a hot springs tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;9. If theres someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I dunno; i would have to see whether my feelings for him/her are going to be reciprocrated or not. i dun believe in a one-sided, or worse, un-requited love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;10. What you can live without at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My iPod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;11. What is your 5 most passionate things at this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Complete NS as fast as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Get my highly-delayed driving license&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Save enuff money for that Tokyo/Osaka trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Cosplay-ing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Starbucks/ tcc coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;12. If you have to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Potatoes. In all sorts of COOKED forms. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;13. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one will you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy, most definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;14. If you have a chance , which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My impetousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;15. How do you see yourself in 10years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A young, fit and happy young man running a chain of hugely successful visual-kei themed cafes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;16. What is the one thing that you love about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My love for studying and books. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;17. If you can bring only one thing along with you to the another world, what will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL. my laptop with all the photos inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;18. Why am I in love w/ the person i'm loving so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Becos of his/her character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;19. What am i planning to do from now on ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Slack as much as i can in Ns, get the hell outta there, and into a university of my choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-5207677117869897879?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5207677117869897879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=5207677117869897879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5207677117869897879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5207677117869897879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4503791909594851004</id><published>2008-10-18T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:15:33.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SPn8XWyvW9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/-n07OzY1b-s/s1600-h/shou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SPn8XWyvW9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/-n07OzY1b-s/s320/shou.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258511518117354450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no, that's not me lounging in a recital studio, acting the part of an emo- jrock singer holding a  mike and emo-ing. =) [although i realli wanna be one. but i prefer being the drummer. it's more appealing for me. ]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another short blog entry from me today. i promise tmr will be a longer blog entry, okies?? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-4503791909594851004?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4503791909594851004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=4503791909594851004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4503791909594851004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4503791909594851004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-thats-not-me-lounging-in-recital.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SPn8XWyvW9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/-n07OzY1b-s/s72-c/shou.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1748316924033242178</id><published>2008-10-12T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:18:28.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 (or 2) picture post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SPGyeyCtccI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lY0RXQRzKQc/s1600-h/n607879457_1366203_5877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SPGyeyCtccI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lY0RXQRzKQc/s320/n607879457_1366203_5877.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256178482017038786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taipei trip- September 08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SPGye7qWYDI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jqrkxEjqi4U/s1600-h/s607879457_1464101_677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SPGye7qWYDI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jqrkxEjqi4U/s320/s607879457_1464101_677.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256178484599218226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sushi tei@ vivo, october 08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BFF said i looked tanned. my mum said i looked slimmer. do i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-1748316924033242178?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1748316924033242178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=1748316924033242178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1748316924033242178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1748316924033242178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-or-2-picture-post.html' title='1 (or 2) picture post!'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SPGyeyCtccI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lY0RXQRzKQc/s72-c/n607879457_1366203_5877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-153812410170329985</id><published>2008-10-05T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:54:14.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>National service has been somewhat.... tiring for me, i guess. waking up at 520 am each day can be quite hard to get used to, especially when i haven been waking up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;early ever since secondary school.&lt;div&gt;speaking of which, i suppose to sum up NS- it's like an extended version of the BURST camp that i had attended before in sec 2. all the physical trg, all the drill commands, etc. makes me treasure my weekends all the more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jus a short update from me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-153812410170329985?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/153812410170329985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=153812410170329985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/153812410170329985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/153812410170329985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/10/national-service-has-been-somewhat.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-2328218660740176388</id><published>2008-09-27T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:52:01.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chappie 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Something that i've written over the past few days. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;He looked around the room for one last time- the room in which he had called his own for the past nineteen years of his life. A private sanctuary for him in times of depression and sorrow; a calm oasis for him whenever he felt that the hustle and bustle of the world were getting too unbearable for him; a little piece of Eden for him whenever he wrote his stories in, surrounded by his favourite pieces of literature and the sounds of Mozart’s concert pieces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;His eyes glanced over his messy desk, stacked with folders of magazines, notebooks, and many different paraphernalia gathered from everywhere- there was an invitation form from a prestigious overseas university lying in the leftmost folder; there was no reason for him to reply to it now. Wires of all kinds lay in a basket in the middle of the table, sharing space with a digital camera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;He took a deep breath, and exhaled sharply. Faint scents of sandalwood and rosemary could be felt in the air, remnants of the aromatherapy set which he had burnt the night before, a futile attempt to go to sleep. The laundry basket, beside his bed, was by now empty- a sight that was never seen before. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;A strange sense of emotion washed passed him- he had known that this day was coming ever since he was born and he knew how to count time, but still, it had seemed to be so, so far away. Till it finally came. The preparations for the day had numbed his anxiousness and his worry somewhat, but now, in the morning, just before leaving his home, it had all came back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;There was a dry taste in his mouth now; it had gone dry after heading back into his room to pick up his bags. He had tried swallowing saliva, but still, there was that dry feeling in his mouth. Deep down, he knew that it had nothing to do with thirstiness or not drinking enough water. It simply boiled down to a single factor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;He switched off the hi-fi system; the screaming sounds of Gazette were cut rather abruptly. Picking up his bags, he switched off all the plugs in his room, wiped away a solitary tear that had been running down his cheek, gave his room one last glance, and went out of the room. The room in which he had spent the last nineteen years of his life in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;He locked the door behind him. And never looked back. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-2328218660740176388?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2328218660740176388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=2328218660740176388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2328218660740176388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2328218660740176388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/09/chappie-1.html' title='chappie 1!'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1419386470641620343</id><published>2008-09-11T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:49:03.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to everyone throughout all these years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; "&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Not in my usual blogging style to start off with song lyrics, but thought that it might be quite apt to do so- to pave the way for what I'm gonna post ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;people have been wishing me good luck for national service, telling me that it'll be just fine, that it'll be a breeze, that it'll pass by in a blink of an eye (alright, 2 blinks of an eye, since it's 2 years). I'm gonna miss lots of people in sg though- it's like, it's different from the time i went to shanghai for my six months attachment period. yes, i can book out on the weekends if i don't get guard duty, but seriously, after all these years, i've learnt that what happens in theory may never happen in real life. =) and also, not to hope for too much or invest too much feelings into something- the feeling of failure somehow always gets multiplied if that something never comes through. i suppose all those years of playing final fantasy have made me model my character into something like squall leonhart. for good or for bad, you decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;herewith, all the thanks i want to extend to:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1. To kisaki- my dear BFF! Thanks for being so open-minded and liberal! and for letting me suan u all the time and still not get angry after all of it unlike some of my friends, who would do so at the slightest provocation! thanks for not being homophobic and everything when i shared with u my 'polaroid moments', and all the online manga that you've recommended me to, especially JJR and ST, though sad to say, when i read them again, there's no kick le. u have to find some more hard-core ones by the time i book out 2 weeks from this saturday! =) and of cos, for introducing me to the world of cosplay &amp;amp; visual kei, where i got to know my shou-hubby and reita-bf! :p and as always, for being there when i needed someone to sms/talk with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2. To alvin- my dear EEEEEEEE friend! haha, although we only got to know each other recently, i ca safely say that our friendship is definitely deifnitely much stronger than the time spent getting to noe each other. =) it's been a very enjoyable time going out with u, despite u calling me a qian jing &amp;amp; spoilt brat in yr blog. :p i wanted to say this yesterday night, but forgot to say it, so I'll say it now- my nickname back in secondary school was daomingsi. :p so now u know why. =) although i was slightly puzzled as to why u wanted to know me at first (through phoebe), I'm very glad that it wasn't the wrong decision in the end (to know you). remember to keep in contact always, and jiayou for your engineering course! i know u can do it- becos i would have failed in the first semester in your course. kanpatei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3. To the FOS gang: kevin, tricia, johnsten, junan- thanks for lightening up my poly days (and not to mention, my post-poly lives) with so much joy, fun and laughter, even during our marketing days. to let u guys noe, i was actually very unwilling to be in the Business Studies diploma at first- that explains all the LT door slamming &amp;amp; being emo-momo all throughout my days at ngee ann. but knowing u guys certainly made the BS diploma a more bearable one. thanks alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3a. To kevin- my fellow partner in crime! we haven't catched up for gossip sessions and bitching sessions for ages! think the last time was at the tcc@ps? find some time and do some serious catching up! i've LOADS to tell u, some of which subject matter can be HIGHLY controversial. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3b. To tricia- my good friend and bitching partner! life's definitely goinna be more boring and dull without all the guys in FOS around rite?? :p wait for us! and in the meantime, enjoy shan's company! jiayou for your studies in SIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3c. To johnsten- yum cha on our first book out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4. To phoebe- my camwhoring buddy! definitely i'm going to miss our camwhoring sessions all over singapore- raffles place, the cathay, just to name a few. we shld like, make a xie zhen ji one of these days, when i have HAIR! :p thanks for being there on super long msn conversations when i'm feeling down and emo-momo. mus help me take care of XX when i'm inside tekong, ok? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gosh. this post is getting longer and longer. and i'm barely halfway through. bear with me. more people coming up. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5. To TJ &amp;amp; Jesse- i've kept these words in my heart til now. i guess that there's no other more apporpirate time to say it to u guys other than now- though i'm not too sure whther you guys will be able to read it or not. i would be lying if i said that the 2 of you all were probably the best friends i had (and most porbably will have)- Cat High would not have been the same without you guys. but somehow, there's this rift that started to form between me and the 2 of u- i dunno if it was the Os, the JC/Poly route, you guys' earlier enlistement, the ruth saga, my overseas attachment, or somehow, all of those coupled together. i definitely, DEFINITELY treasured the times we had, and i hope, more than anything, that we could return to what it was like before, when we were Cat High's M3. But deep down inside, i know that it's nothing more than a dream; an illusion. still, i'm eternally thankful that i had known such great friends during my course of life so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;6. To YJ- i guess that when you read this post, you probably would have figured out that i'm enlisting this saturday and not next year. i'm really, really sorry for deceiving you and keeping you at a distance- the reason for all these deception sounds really childish, but i liked you. but i wasn't daring enuff to say that to you, face-to-face, and so, i pretended to be carefree, to project a playboy image. and then u got attached, so i tried to distance myself away from you, so that you could be happy, and i could, well, wallow in my self misery and not affect you in anyway, but just know that somewhere, you're enjoying every moment of your life with him. call me silly, call me immature, i don't care. knowing that you're happy makes me glad too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;7. To Ruth- once again, i'm leaving singapore, though for this time, it's not as an extended period as compared to the shanghai one. but somehow, national service seems to worry me more as compared to it, for whatever reason i cannot fathom. i haven't really got around to thanking you properly for all the letters you've sent me whilst i was in shanghai, so i sincerely thank you now. it brought warmth to me in the cold winters of shanghai, :p although u can't possibly send me letters to tekong, but still keep me in your prayers! jiayou for your studies in uni, and help me take care of TJ &amp;amp; jesse while i'm not around. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;8. To Kimo- we were almost together once. i dunno wad will happen if at that time, i hadn't been so indecisive and accepted you- what would it be now? would we still be together now, and enjoying movies together? i guess that i played a major part in the failure of our relationship. i'm really sorry. i truly am. still, good luck for whatever you choose to do; i strongly believe that it's high time for us to move on, and you'll definitely find someone else better than me in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;9. To my other friends that i've failed to mention earlier- it doesn't mean that you guys are not special to me, or that i treat you guys as insignificant. it's just that the above inidividuals have touched me in my life in a special way, one way or another, good way or bad (though i'm pleased to say that most of which are good). i would like thank each and everyone of you guys, who have wished me good luck in one way or another for my upcoming enlistment. keep me in all of your prayers, alrights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Well, i guess that's all the people i have to thank for now. =) somehow, the whole long post seems to be rather un-nicholas, for some reason. but hey, there's always a beginning for everything,no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/10673862-1419386470641620343?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1419386470641620343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1419386470641620343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-to-everyone-throughout-all-these.html' title='An ode to everyone throughout all these years'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1121642370151154530</id><published>2008-09-08T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:38:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to everyone who called/smsed/msned me over ystd and today morning... i'm ok to let u guys noe.. i'm not jumping off a building/gonna drink dishwashing liquid/rat poison/insert name of fatal liquid here.. i jus heard the song again.. yes... THAT song... then it reminded me of XXX... so yea.... but i'm ok, :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-1121642370151154530?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1121642370151154530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=1121642370151154530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1121642370151154530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1121642370151154530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-to-everyone-who-calledsmsedmsned.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-2800354002854883117</id><published>2008-09-07T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:57:06.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I loved you a lot, but it's time to part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday was full of quarrelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to live alone from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't cry anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truthfully, it's harsh, it's painful and lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that's because you're pretending to be strong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry. I was stupid to think we could smile till the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I just want to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I quickly understood, because I've seen many expressions up till now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not that we've lost interest, but rather than losing sight of each other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's better to say "Do your best" and walk our own separate roads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farewell, see you again, be well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never never forget &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farewell, we'll definitely meet again, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a promise, we'll link our little fingers as a sign &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8th of July, our third month anniversary. I wonder if you remember &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time we first met? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You, looking down in shame, were crying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those were enjoyable, inevitable days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was short, but we were happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though we were happy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I quickly understood, because I've seen many expressions up till now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not that we've lost interest, but rather than losing sight of each other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's better to say "Do your best" and walk our own separate roads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farewell, see you again, be well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never never forget &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farewell, we'll definitely meet again, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a promise, we'll link our little fingers as a sign &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hooking little fingers in a promise, you said 'Just a little while more, don't take yours away'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, when we can laugh again, as two people who won't miss each other... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, when we can laugh again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(If I turn around you'll see my tears, so waved with my back facing you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never forget. Don't change, and stay as the you whom I love.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farewell, see you again, be well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I'll never never forget) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farewell, we'll definitely meet again, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(It's a promise, we'll link our little fingers as a sign) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You, whom I love, became a precious memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's lonely to the point of death, your voice won't leave my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-2800354002854883117?l=shatteredb0i.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-10673862.post-7640976664993843394</id><published>2008-09-06T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:16:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;taipei pics are on the way!&lt;br /&gt;here's a few to start off first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242802700980276082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SMItR2tjS3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/LysUYhLdCoo/s320/taipei%2708+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242802706420639570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SMItSK-op1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/8uRtmZuEWqo/s320/taipei%2708+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SMItR2tjS3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/LysUYhLdCoo/s72-c/taipei%2708+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-3574441231683075350</id><published>2008-09-01T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:21:52.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m leaving on a jet plane'/><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jet plane!</title><content type='html'>yay!! i'm blogging now from the departure lounge of changi airport! wheets!&lt;br /&gt;the flight's departing only at 1pm, and we arrived kinda early (much too early to be exact- we're like nua-iing at airport now. :) so i spotted the free computer terminal and i'm blogging now! haha. will take lotsa photos and upload it to my blog so keep checking my blog for updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i can't blog much now. the computer terminal only got 15minutes of limited usage! see you guys!&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/10673862-3574441231683075350?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3574441231683075350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=3574441231683075350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SK7V1z5VrOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/gMVZmvcJbMY/s1600-h/Image382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SK7V1z5VrOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/gMVZmvcJbMY/s320/Image382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237358537118952674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weeet. am back to blogging again. some pics to explain my absence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SK7ThiHn4qI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jZElz1Pioqc/s1600-h/Image381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SK7ThiHn4qI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jZElz1Pioqc/s320/Image381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237355989726388898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;few pics... went to raffles place to camwhore with keyin a few weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SK7V2FQhYVI/AAAAAAAAAVI/DzVDMJKPNBQ/s1600-h/Image400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SK7V2FQhYVI/AAAAAAAAAVI/DzVDMJKPNBQ/s320/Image400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237358541779591506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SK7ThACxMDI/AAAAAAAAAUg/P6eiy68uUr8/s1600-h/Image399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SK7ThACxMDI/AAAAAAAAAUg/P6eiy68uUr8/s320/Image399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237355980579221554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photoshoot with himura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SK7V2mLiFgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7sRi_7PaGos/s1600-h/Image393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SK7V2mLiFgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7sRi_7PaGos/s320/Image393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237358550617036290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recce at changi for taipei trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-9070712830289387572?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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type='html'>fuck the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-3420057323533828914?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3420057323533828914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=3420057323533828914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3420057323533828914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3420057323533828914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuck-world.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4005939662792674630</id><published>2008-08-05T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:53:05.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates!</title><content type='html'>righhhhht.&lt;br /&gt;my laptop died on me on sunday, and &lt;em&gt;refused &lt;/em&gt;to start up no matter how much i threatened it, whacked it, beat it or showed my care and concern for it. will be reformatting it soon, haf to back up all my stuff in the lappy first with the the external hard disk i'm gonna get next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;jase came over last night to try and repair my lappy til 1am or so. thanks yea!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;projs haf been completing alr, so much more relaxed nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;am looking forward to overseas trip next month!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-4005939662792674630?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4005939662792674630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=4005939662792674630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4005939662792674630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4005939662792674630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>much apologies for not blogging often for the last 2 wks or so.. haf been busy with projs... :) met out with kc, audrey and sf last saturday.. took some pics and will post it up once i get the photogs from kc.. :) til then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yx: "I dun dare drink the water from the water cooler outside le."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ferrari:"but i've been drinking it, and its ok wad!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-4573429552184565904?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4573429552184565904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=4573429552184565904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4573429552184565904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4573429552184565904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/07/much-apologies-for-not-blogging-often.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-2487810246119213189</id><published>2008-07-13T21:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:00:09.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>FOS(minus tang,johnsten,junan) outing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Right. before i start on this blog entry, i wann tell everyone i'm moving house end of this month!! yupp, the pic below shows my new house. hindbede mansions, blk 21, unit number- #02-24. its at bukit timah, jus opposite the KAP macdonalds. will update u peeps on the exact date of moving and the housewarming party!! so exciting; the last time i moved was back in kindgarden lar. :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9w4yHFwI/AAAAAAAAARk/1oQn01zYtIY/s1600-h/IMG_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222484259230914306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9w4yHFwI/AAAAAAAAARk/1oQn01zYtIY/s320/IMG_0833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right. onto the proper entry. met up with tricia ystd, to climb this!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9xJtm05I/AAAAAAAAARs/oD7qtxZ7w4o/s1600-h/IMG_0834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222484263775425426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9xJtm05I/AAAAAAAAARs/oD7qtxZ7w4o/s320/IMG_0834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupp!! the-one-who-hardly-exercises and the one-who-occasionally-does is meeting to go climb the highest point in sgp!! of cos, there's a reward after all the exercise. u'll see later. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9xpJ-wMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qwqblVvwNQg/s1600-h/IMG_0835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222484272215933122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9xpJ-wMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qwqblVvwNQg/s320/IMG_0835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is only the beginning. and the road is superrrrrr steep. i was like, panting slightly while climbing it. and dun even ask abt tricia. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9x5anfvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xLhSQr3rwHs/s1600-h/IMG_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222484276580679410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9x5anfvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xLhSQr3rwHs/s320/IMG_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is only the beginning.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9yav8aDI/AAAAAAAAASE/we1jRYTx5zk/s1600-h/IMG_0838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222484285528500274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9yav8aDI/AAAAAAAAASE/we1jRYTx5zk/s320/IMG_0838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can see how shagged i was, even though it's only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222488077636147410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoBPJc3GNI/AAAAAAAAASM/SFJjbhthGgc/s320/IMG_0839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so after some climbing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222490650619049394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoDk6jydbI/AAAAAAAAASU/sIpU8fqPaQM/s320/IMG_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and some more climbing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222490654214851778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoDlH9GDMI/AAAAAAAAASc/4xtyWBoQ7X0/s320/IMG_0841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222490657439071314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoDlT9zvFI/AAAAAAAAASk/tTqbR_jYU3w/s320/IMG_0842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222490671994988610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoDmKMNaEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RjtU-gV5kIs/s320/IMG_0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we haf reached the top!!!!!!! *heaves a huge sigh of relief. only to realize that we haf to walk all the way down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:"eh, bukit timah shld build those trams like hongkong's The Peak hor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tricia:"yea lor, thats why."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222493401971956130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoGFEJcGaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xN3Gn06uaGE/s320/IMG_0845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222493410625928050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoGFkYtO3I/AAAAAAAAATM/YyC9PqghxcA/s320/IMG_0848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being the camwhores, we couldnt resist camwhoring there. and i took some pics of the monkeys. using my cam's super zoom function. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we made it back down after 1.5 hrs of climbing. not too bad. :) lunch-ed at boon tong kee chicken rice along bukit timah road. so cute lar, the rice. its served in the form of a pyramid! cuteeeeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222495169828582434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoHr97TdCI/AAAAAAAAATk/KWhnaPhujdQ/s320/IMG_0851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222495172421985986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoHsHlnpsI/AAAAAAAAATs/gKMOpBbikRE/s320/IMG_0852.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222495177146454658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoHsZMBUoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/obLYNg07ttY/s320/IMG_0853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the pyramid rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;showered, then headed down to city hall for a spot of shopping. sth funny happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while we were at suntec, we walked over to marina square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:" eh, what u wann to look at here (marina square)?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tricia:" dunno leh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me"Then why we come here for wad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;silence ensued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the arcade in the end to play the thailand game. wanted to play outrun, but they didnt haf. so went back to suntec's arcade to play the outrun. super nice lar, the outrun game! the seats vibrate too! (ok, that sounded wrong).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222495184985734146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoHs2ZDPAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/b_8ZbttZoHc/s320/IMG_0855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinner-ed at raffles city's cafe cartel; wanted to try shokudo, but the queue was 多到~ ended up sharing the food at cafe cartel; refer to tricia's blog to see the pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacked ard before goin to PS and introducing her to the cooking game and photo hunt. oh, and some more b-ball!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed home, totally shagged to the core, at 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222495188477600898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHoHtDZk5II/AAAAAAAAAUE/DwL9ItIisjA/s320/Image335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. i was just kidding abt the new home at bukit timah part. :) it was a condo pic that i snapped while at the foot of bukit timah hill. but the condo was super chio lar! imagine living there. woah, shiok sia! can go jogging/mountain biking there every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-2487810246119213189?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2487810246119213189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=2487810246119213189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2487810246119213189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2487810246119213189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/07/fosminus-tangjohnstenjunan-outing.html' title='FOS(minus tang,johnsten,junan) outing!'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SHn9w4yHFwI/AAAAAAAAARk/1oQn01zYtIY/s72-c/IMG_0833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8875456590034711246</id><published>2008-07-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:41:19.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;你說我們分開吧　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;這樣對你我都好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我知道　　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;今夜睡不著　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走在無人街道　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;想妳到無可救藥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我知道　　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我忘你不了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;這樣就好　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我知道都是我的不好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不明白為何你轉身走掉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不想明瞭　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不想知道&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;那一句你我都好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這樣就好　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;沒有你一樣過的很好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不需要再為妳擔心煩惱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;雖然很痛　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;雖然很糟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;但習慣就好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8875456590034711246?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8875456590034711246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8875456590034711246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8875456590034711246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8875456590034711246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-over.html' title='it&apos;s over...'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-3220890080381170099</id><published>2008-07-04T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:13:46.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people.Ready, Start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.TJ 2.Jesse, 3.Ruth, 4.KEvin, 5.Tricia 6.Johnsten 7.Munying 8.Glenn 9.YuJie 10.Alex 11.Phoebe 12.Soohui 13.Thomas 14.Kaz 15.Ronald 16.Kisaki 17.ChengYeow 18.Jake 19.Germaine 20.JunAn 21.Kimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 14?` online met de. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 6?` no FOS!!&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?` LOL! hahaha. as far as i noe, junan not aj lehh. too bad for yujie lorr. but he's v shuai!&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever like 5?` haaa. cannot say, she will read my blog de. :P&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 4 and 10 make a good couple? lol! hell no!&lt;br /&gt;6.Describe 8:` hmmm. gd fren, stays near me?&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think 13 is attractive?` ohhhhhh. YES! ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell me something about 7:` she's my lunch-mate! and my gossiping partner!&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know any of 4's family?` hmmm. i only noe he got one elder bro. and 1 elder sis who says i'm siao.&lt;br /&gt;10. What's 21's favorite idol?`hmm. he got alot leh. mebbe more mando-pop artists ba.&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you do if 18 just confessed he/she liked you?` awww. can i accept? :)&lt;br /&gt;12. what language does 20 speak?` lol. eng, mandarin, hokkien, and vulgarities!! ;p&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with?` hmm, so far no one, if i didnt rmbr wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is 16 now?` same age as me!&lt;br /&gt;15.When's the last time you talked to 12?` a week ago; we went PS shopping.&lt;br /&gt;16. What is 2's favorite band?` woahh. not too sure lehh.&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever date 10?`lol! of cos not! :)&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever date 12?` :)&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 15 single?` yep!&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 19's last name?` Teo, i think...&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11?` ohhhhhh. hahaa. she will read my blog also de. so cannot say. :)&lt;br /&gt;22. What school does 3 go to?` hwa chong instituition.&lt;br /&gt;23. Where does 17 live?` ehhhh. bukit batok?&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your favorite thing about 16?` j-pop! GLP!&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you seen number 1 naked?`topless, yes. :) but full body, no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-3220890080381170099?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3220890080381170099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=3220890080381170099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3220890080381170099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3220890080381170099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/07/name-21-people-you-can-think-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-573467374856679253</id><published>2008-07-02T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:40:29.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to Know me All over Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get to know me all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Who did you last go out with?&lt;br /&gt;Yeehui. And ke-yin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What do you want to receive on your&lt;br /&gt;birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Calvin klein cologne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Reach your hand out to the right.&lt;br /&gt;What do you touch?&lt;br /&gt;Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What time did you sleep last&lt;br /&gt;night?&lt;br /&gt;11plus.. tired last night.. dunno why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What's the wallpaper on your&lt;br /&gt;computer?&lt;br /&gt;SuperBand logo + drums set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)What can you hear besides the&lt;br /&gt;computer?&lt;br /&gt;Yuxing. “I’m scared of drinking the water outside now.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you agree to the saying "to&lt;br /&gt;Forgive is to forget"?&lt;br /&gt;No. hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When was the last time tears&lt;br /&gt;started to roll down your cheek?&lt;br /&gt;Lol. They  stream down quite oftenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What/who makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Find out for yourself.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 ) What are your favorite books?&lt;br /&gt;Dan Brown's.. and Harry Potter Series too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What would you like to have right&lt;br /&gt;at this moment which seems totally&lt;br /&gt;impossible?&lt;br /&gt;*sighs at survey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Who will you turn to if you have a&lt;br /&gt;huge problem?&lt;br /&gt;A wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)What's your favorite song at the&lt;br /&gt;moment?&lt;br /&gt;What About Now. Qing Ai de nab u shi ai qing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What was the last song that keeps&lt;br /&gt;ringing on?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What was the best event that&lt;br /&gt;happened last year?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. My birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17) What colour(s) are you wearing today?&lt;br /&gt;Emo black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Walnut cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Have you gone to the beach just w/&lt;br /&gt;your buddies? ?&lt;br /&gt;yup. FOS outing on last Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you love sunsets?&lt;br /&gt;No. I like blue skies with white clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)When is your b-day?&lt;br /&gt;16th november. Presents plx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What are your wishes for your&lt;br /&gt;birthday?&lt;br /&gt;i. -first wish cannot reveal-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ii. money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iii. any wishlist item..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Who do you wanna be w/ on the day&lt;br /&gt;of your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Have you ever felt that you've been&lt;br /&gt;taken for granted?&lt;br /&gt;Mm..well. . .. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)thing/s you regret??&lt;br /&gt;Woahhh. A lot of things wor, this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)Things you want to do besides answering&lt;br /&gt;this survey?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) What's the most important sentence/s that lingers in your mind now?&lt;br /&gt;悲傷 不是用字就可以形容的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)COOKIES n' cream or double dutch? ?&lt;br /&gt;sticky chewy chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Chocolate cake or brazo de&lt;br /&gt;mercedez? ?&lt;br /&gt;choc cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you like spongebob?&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Do you know how to play the&lt;br /&gt;guitar?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna pick up bass someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 ) Who's the last person you&lt;br /&gt;texted?&lt;br /&gt;Ke-yin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 )KFC or Kenny Rogers?&lt;br /&gt;Kenny rogers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Beach or CAMPING?&lt;br /&gt;beach definitely. But when got high tide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 ) Do you find yourself sexy?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Hotdogs or cheesedogs? ?&lt;br /&gt;haha. Hmm. niether.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Do you like Shawarma?&lt;br /&gt;Har? Wads dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41)is there someone you're missing&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Do you love someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;I LURV U!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-573467374856679253?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/573467374856679253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=573467374856679253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/573467374856679253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/573467374856679253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-to-know-me-all-over-again.html' title='Get to Know me All over Again!'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-6107067139436461900</id><published>2008-06-29T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:46:02.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Wonder</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your iTunes/Windows Media Player/ETC on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put this on your journal.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Choose 4 frens to do it too!! [phoebe, yujie, munying, tricia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;走火入魔(丁当&amp;amp;阿信).[ahaha!!! what on earth that someone trying to do wor. ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;我 live(五月天).[hmmm.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What do you like in a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;Inconsoleable (Backstreet Boys).[jialat lar, liddat. my stead inconsoleable i not cham liao. :x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Touch My Body(Mariah Carey).[touch my body, throw me onto yr bed....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let Me Go (Zion demo).[hmm, dun let who go?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;知足 '07最知足版 (五月天).[Right..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Chi Niao(F.I.R.).[i dunno wad is chi niao leh. humming bird ah?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;爱的王道(Farenheit).[Lol. narnia ah, 王道 somemore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;L-O-V-E(JJ Lin Jun Jie).[:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;挣扎(Nicholas Teo).[TWO PLUS TWO still mus 挣扎 meh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Nine in the Afternoon (Panic! In the disco).[Har?! LOL.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;发现爱 (林俊杰/金莎.)[HMMM.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;The Luckiest (Ben Folds)[woahhhh. 4D also nvr lemme strike.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere(Evanescence)[how vague..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;I Can Feel(Hyde).[first touch my body, now i can feel. LOL.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest (S Club).[The song so calm how to dance to..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever (S Club).[ok lar, the song quite nice and soothing.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;摩托車日記 live (五月天).[haha. not really. although my laptop wallpaper is Ducati motorbike.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Intro (FIR).[haha. quite true. me quite afraid of presentations de. but bo bian poly mus do lotsa presentations. :x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;好朋友(Show Luo zhi Xiang).[hmmmm. i haf a mass murderer as my gd fren. SHH.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;我的骄傲(Joey Yung).[awwwwwww.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;Makes me Wonder (Maroon 5)[ee so boring song].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What song would you play while having sex?&lt;br /&gt;超喜欢你 (Farenheit).[Wth the song so cheerful how to sex. LOL. its a nice song tho..]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-6107067139436461900?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6107067139436461900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=6107067139436461900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6107067139436461900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6107067139436461900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes Me Wonder'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-3005643360145497416</id><published>2008-06-26T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:57:15.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Haven't Been Blogging....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SGOuO-al_5I/AAAAAAAAARc/rK4OQ_4Y178/s1600-h/psp_white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216204365721108370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SGOuO-al_5I/AAAAAAAAARc/rK4OQ_4Y178/s320/psp_white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-3005643360145497416?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3005643360145497416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=3005643360145497416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3005643360145497416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3005643360145497416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='Why I Haven&apos;t Been Blogging....'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SGOuO-al_5I/AAAAAAAAARc/rK4OQ_4Y178/s72-c/psp_white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4159496681833042792</id><published>2008-06-20T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:41:39.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Have you given your first kiss away? Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Where is the place that you want to go the most? anywhere and everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?........ that dream :)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain? Yupp, got see some before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) Who/What are you afraid to lose the most now?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) Where has question 3 gone to? Ehhhh. where ah? *innocent smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8) If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her? lol. this survey v qian bian leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9) What are the requirements that you wish from your other half? *sighs at survey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10) Which type of person do you hate the most?People who don't keep their word. People who say they would do something when they didn't even bloody have it in mind. yupp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11) What is your ambition? Nat Geo/Conde Nast journalist. or Squaresoft..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12) If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet? Point out to me baa. Just do it. Who cares if I get hurt, hah. chang tong bu ru duan tong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13) What do you think is the most important thing in your life?hmm. family ba. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14) Are you a shopaholic or not? hahaha. when I start, I can't stop until I go penniless :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15) If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change? Probably trusting others too easily baa..Believing in people too much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16) What do you usually do at home?nua lor. surf web. blog. watch dvd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17) Any weird habits or quirks? I'm lazy to name em..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18) What would you be doing if you were not taking this quiz?hmmm. nua. stone in front of lappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19) What happened at 7pm yesterday?eating dinner, i think. forgot le. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20) What do you feel like doing now mostly?.. I'm hungry.. And I mean it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 people I tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. noone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-4159496681833042792?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4159496681833042792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=4159496681833042792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4159496681833042792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4159496681833042792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/remove-1-question-from-below-and-add-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-7310680398821955332</id><published>2008-06-19T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:30:45.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random ramblings</title><content type='html'>BKK trip + KL pics will be uploaded this weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haf been busy with work nowadays; so by the time i go back home, too shagged to do anything except vegetate in front of the tv. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking with KY last night.. wad she said really made sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's no use to look at the past and regret on the decisions we once made..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead, we shld look at the present and cherish what we haf right now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;becos the future looks so uncertain;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we don't know what it might hold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-7310680398821955332?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7310680398821955332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=7310680398821955332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7310680398821955332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7310680398821955332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-ramblings.html' title='random ramblings'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-3528692016016659368</id><published>2008-06-10T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:34:00.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna upload my BKK pics soon.. tmr night, okies? meanwhile, enjoy a short preview of a story that i wrote on my way to bkk... wrote the entire thing on the plane ride there, edited it on the way back. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: ok, blogger apparently doesn't like me. they removed all the styles that i used in the story. so i've saved the link for the story instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2515771/1/Raye_the_teenage_vampire"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2515771/1/Raye_the_teenage_vampire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read and comment!!&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/10673862-3528692016016659368?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3528692016016659368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=3528692016016659368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3528692016016659368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3528692016016659368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/gonna-upload-my-bkk-pics-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-6176257811005298066</id><published>2008-06-10T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:48:49.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok- City of Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SE3dOANzVZI/AAAAAAAAARU/QXj6kTIApTc/s1600-h/IMG_1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210063576583329170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SE3dOANzVZI/AAAAAAAAARU/QXj6kTIApTc/s320/IMG_1604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello all!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jus touch down last night ard 11plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so v v vv shagged now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will collate the pics of BKK trip and update soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and please tag!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;til then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-6176257811005298066?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6176257811005298066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=6176257811005298066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6176257811005298066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6176257811005298066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/bangkok-city-of-angels.html' title='Bangkok- City of Angels'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SE3dOANzVZI/AAAAAAAAARU/QXj6kTIApTc/s72-c/IMG_1604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8600786816493796032</id><published>2008-06-06T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:45:21.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. What was the connection between you and the last person that called you? he's my poly classmate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cellphone off?yuppp. at night when i sleep lorr. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. What happened at 10.00am today?printing stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. When did you last cry? hmm, can i not say??(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. What is your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter?Waffles!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. What do you want in your life right now? *look away and start blushing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up your hood? hood ba. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. What is the favourite thing to have on your bed?IKEA dragon soft toy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. What bottoms are you wearing now? my esprit jeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. What is the nicest text in your inbox says?hmm.. its a chinese msg lar, so hard to type it out here (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Do you tend to make relationships complicated? LOL! erm, I have no idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Are you wearing anything that you borrowed from someone?nope, i returned the tee le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. What was the last movie you went to see?woah seh.. I can't remember.. Die hard??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. What are you proud of? Mirrors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. What does the oldest txt msg in your inbox says?"ok then"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud? My Immortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames? What are they?bitch. slut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. What does the last received text msg say? Who was it from?"sigh 5 plus i think" - jason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?11pm+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. Are you currently happy? hmmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. Who gives you the best advice? lol. everyone ba, i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can? eeyer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. Who did you talk on the phone with last night?Nobody baa. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. Is something bugging you right now? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. What/ who was the last thing that made you laugh?haha. PY &amp;amp; chee seng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?Nope. But I just got black ones and white ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from? my mum's office :x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. What annoys you in a person? hmmm. bad character ba, IMO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30. Do you have a crush on someone? Lol.. The answer to this question is so obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine? !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;32. What is your room colour?Light blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars? Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying " talk is cheap? "? hmm, to a certain extent, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;35. Who was the last person to lay on your bed?-.- me lar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;37. Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kiss?LOL. NO! :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;38. Do you have a life? *breathes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;39. Have you ever thought someone died, when they really didnt? No. But my computer died dunno how many times le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dreams? hahaha. i dun rmbr my dreams de.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;42. Last time you smiled? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;43. Have you changed this year?.. Maybe. for better or for worse, its up to u ppl to say. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;44. What are you listening to right now? Love Story. Fan Yi Chen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;45. Are you talking to anyone while doing this? manying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or close?When I just wake up, closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by? Nope..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;48. Do you want someone you cant have?........................ LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument? got.. sec sch music lessons sure haf de ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;50. Whats the worst idea you have had this week? lame project ideas :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;51. What do you think is the most attractive abt the opposite sex?-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;53. What song describe your love life? go see the mv i uploaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;54. Does the person you like know you like him/her?(: hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;55. Are you going to tell the person you like that you like him? hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;56. Do you speak any other languages other than english? mandrin is one of them.. lazy to name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;57. Are you a blonde? no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;58. Who always makes you laugh? lol.. ermmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;59. What are you doing tmr?BKK holiday!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;60. Who is your best friend? alot wor. M3, FOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with? i don't want to drag people down my grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;62. Where have you been today? holland v.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;63. What games do you play often?now? none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;64. Who are you missing right now? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;65. If you have to choose between friends and love, who will you choose? friends. definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;66. What are you doing right now? Doing your stupid survey duh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;67. Which primary school are you from? cat high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;68. What emotion do you like to show?:p. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;69. Do bestfriends mean a lot to you? DUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;70. If you have something troubling you, what would you do? fret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;71. Who did you chat with in msn today? munying, ruth, glenn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;72. Which model of phone do you use? Nokia N81..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;73. Which month are you born in?novemember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;74. How are you feeling right now?sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.75. What is the time now?(GMT+8) 1445&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;76. Where are you now? study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;77. What colour did you use to dye your hair? dark brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;78. Do you have contact lens? yupp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;79. Which country do you like the most?Japan and Switzerland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;80. Do you believe in life after death?Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from the above, and add in your own personal question, then tag ten people in your list. List them out at the end of your post. notify them in their tagbox that he/she has been tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tagging ar.er..anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8600786816493796032?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8600786816493796032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8600786816493796032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8600786816493796032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8600786816493796032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-3497669453751387638</id><published>2008-06-05T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:21:58.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SEfnikQOOfI/AAAAAAAAARE/1lWUE9nWWq0/s1600-h/Image236.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SEfni0QOOgI/AAAAAAAAARM/S7MTdphEPW0/s1600-h/Image237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208386079405521410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SEfni0QOOgI/AAAAAAAAARM/S7MTdphEPW0/s320/Image237.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bag's packed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nicky's leaving for BKK on saturday and will only be back on monday night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cya peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-3497669453751387638?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3497669453751387638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=3497669453751387638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3497669453751387638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3497669453751387638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/bags-packed-nickys-leaving-for-bkk-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SEfni0QOOgI/AAAAAAAAARM/S7MTdphEPW0/s72-c/Image237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-5598193084157529290</id><published>2008-06-04T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:03:00.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxQrPXPSVhQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-5598193084157529290?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5598193084157529290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=5598193084157529290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5598193084157529290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5598193084157529290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8963503924610546314</id><published>2008-05-30T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:53:13.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the whole week haf been flashing by in a blur, all thanks to the "CIP" that we r supposed to do. imagine waking up at an un-earthly hour of 5.45am on a weeekday morning and a rainy one. :x it took almost all of my self-resolve to not crawl back under my comforter and snooze the morning away and jus report sick the next morning. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;projs haf also been piling up; haf been staying back and reaching home at 7plus, 8pm for the past week or so when i usu reach home at 6.30 or thereabouts. sighh. yours truly's jogging exercise regime haf all been messed up, and so is his eating timings. imagine eating lunch at 10plus, and tea of crossaints at 2plus pm. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, at least the weekend is almost here, and the best thing is, everyone got diff depts to take charge of, so i can go on my BKK trip next weekend without much worries. Hee. :) the great thing of departmentalization. and if u noticed the timing of my blog post, its 9plus right?? so, umight ask, how come nicky's blogging at such a time when he shld be in....... he ponned!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no lar, i'm jus blogging when i'm technically not supposed to. :) alrights, leave u guys with a pic that tj took for us during one lazy afternoon. enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205982961962991410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SD9d6-KKPzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/W7RgpCd8ROI/s320/sleepy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8963503924610546314?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8963503924610546314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8963503924610546314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8963503924610546314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8963503924610546314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/05/recent-updates.html' title='Recent Updates'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SD9d6-KKPzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/W7RgpCd8ROI/s72-c/sleepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-5891682177400854360</id><published>2008-05-26T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:40:53.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's funny that how sometimes, your emotions get the better of u once u lose control of it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recent events haf made nicky quite short tempered recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-5891682177400854360?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5891682177400854360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=5891682177400854360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5891682177400854360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/5891682177400854360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-funny-that-how-sometimes-your.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-2672073938992278965</id><published>2008-05-24T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:26:10.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;heys all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to everyone who has reviewed 'The Moment'!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't worry, i'm not gonna stop at the 4th chapter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'The Moment' will not end so abruptly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's still the question of how Jason &amp;amp; Cheryl met..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what happened after that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep a lookout for The Moment 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-2672073938992278965?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2672073938992278965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=2672073938992278965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2672073938992278965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2672073938992278965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/05/heys-all-thanks-to-everyone-who-has.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-7231451796982149368</id><published>2008-05-21T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:41:29.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Moment'/><title type='text'>The Moment- 4</title><content type='html'>The Moment- 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “EXPELLED? What do you mean, EXPELLED!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Just as Jason was having a shouting match with his former class mentor, Cheryl too, was engaged in a similar one with her father. Or, to be more precise, with the principal of her school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               “That’s all i can do in my position to protect him, Cheryl! For goodness sake, can’t you just be more mature for once, and think with your head? The Board of Directors are going to file a police report if I don’t expel Jason! And who says he cannot reapply again?” her father retorted, getting tired of his daughter’s tantrums.  A moment of silence ensued between father and daughter, before it was broken by Cheryl’s quiet sobbing. &lt;em&gt;Sigh…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “Oh daddy… I’m so sorry…” she sobbed, as she looked up at her father. There were more ‘worry lines’ on his forehead; his hair seemed to be grayer than usual, and he simply looked more tired and fatigued than normal. &lt;em&gt;Daddy must be undergoing lotsa stress now… and instead of helping him relax, I’m alleviating his blood pressure with Jason’s problems…&lt;/em&gt; Regretting her initial outburst, Cheryl went forward to give her father a hug, something which she hadn’t done for a very long time. Ok, whenever she needed extra allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “It’s alright, darling…” he mumbled. As the school bell rang, Cherly broke free of her father’s embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “I gotta rush for my lessons now, Dad! See you in awhile!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                As Cheryl exited from the Principal’s office and headed towards her classroom, she glanced at the basketball court below her, a habit that she always partook whenever walking along the school’s hallways. As students around her rushed to their respective classrooms, she spied a familiar figure walking towards the school’s main gate in a hurry. &lt;em&gt;Isn’t that Jason? Where is he going? I thought he was expelled?&lt;/em&gt; Whipping out her handphone, she dialed a number that was, by now, so firmly etched in her mind already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “Dear? Where are you going in such a hurry?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                “Cheryl? Don’t bother about me anymore, just pretend that I never existed, just pretend I’m that good-for-nothing loser that I once was!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Click.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                *&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;em&gt; Shit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Cheryl  shoved her handphone into her skirt’s pocket carelessly as she flew down the staircase leading towards the basketball court, taking the stairs two at a time. By the time she reached the basetball court, she was already breathless. Ignoring the pain at her side, she looked around. &lt;em&gt;Where would he go during such a time?&lt;/em&gt; Cheryl knew the arcade was definitely out; they didn’t allow students into the arcade during school hours. Which means that left only two possible options- back home, or the playground at the housing estate nearby. Making a decision, she dashed across the road, not looking whether there was any incoming traffic or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Jason looked at his cell phone in dismay. &lt;em&gt;Dead battery at a time like this?&lt;/em&gt; There was still so much he wanted to tell Cheryl; how much he loved her, how much he wanted to remain as her boyfriend, as her guardian angel. But deep down, he knew that the two of them were impossible. She was the daughter of the school’s principal. He, however, was the son of a single mother who worked odd jobs. How could they ever be together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Brushing away tears, Jason sighed. As he reached into his pocket for a cig, nothing came out. &lt;em&gt;Oh yeah. I threw the cigarette pack at Terence.&lt;/em&gt; Sighing heavily once again, he began to make his way to the provision shop nearby. As he prepared to cross the road, he heard a shout from behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   “JASON!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Jason turned around; he saw Cheryl running across the road. What he saw in addition, to her girlfriend running across the road, made his blood run cold. A speeding car that was headed towards Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    “NOOOO!!!!!” he shouted, as he dashed towards Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     A loud ‘BANG’ reverberated in the otherwise tranquil neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Not too far away, Cheryl’s dad heard the bang. Fearing for the worst, he hurried out of his school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是我存在着我一直存在着, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;和你一起的照片仍在我的手机上贴着, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;爱会永远永远你说的&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;离开我的时候却没舍不得…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-7231451796982149368?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7231451796982149368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=7231451796982149368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7231451796982149368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7231451796982149368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/05/moment-4.html' title='The Moment- 4'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-6337249280988199996</id><published>2008-05-15T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:55:50.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighh. wanted to write The Moment 4, but no inspiration to write anything out.. so, decided to blog abt my life's daily happenings instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;attended the appreciation lunch at my company this afternoon.. nothing special.. had some dumb mtv songs quiz, but with all the ulu ulu songs. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dunno what's wrong with me anymore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-6337249280988199996?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6337249280988199996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=6337249280988199996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6337249280988199996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6337249280988199996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/05/sighh.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8010112449403172400</id><published>2008-05-11T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:01:25.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Moment'/><title type='text'>The Moment- 3</title><content type='html'>“But I don’t wanna go home yet!” Cheryl whined, as she tugged at her boyfriend’s uniform for the umpteenth time that evening. Jason simply sighed heavily, as he took another drag at the Marlboro Light he was smoking. He ruffled Cheryl’s hair playfully, which made her turn sideways towards him. Jason gave his girlfriend her favourite ‘Jason grin’, as she termed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” he asked simply. To his horror, Cheryl’s eyes were filled with tears. &lt;em&gt;Oh shit. She’s crying!&lt;/em&gt; Quickly stubbing his Marlboro on the pavement, he enveloped Cheryl in a tight embrace, as he whispered sweet words of comfort into her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hush hush. I’ll always be with you, no matter what, ok? No matter what other people say, what happens to us in the future, I’ll always be there for you; I’ll be your protector, I’ll be your guardian angel and protect you from all kinds of enemies, from all-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason’s words of reassurance were cut short by Cheryl’s kiss. Just a simple one- their lips touched each others’; soon, his tongue was trying to gain access to her mouth. Cheryl relented after a few moments- she knew that Jason relished each occasion they kissed, for it was not every time that they did so. Jason’s hands, which were wrapped around her body, now started to explore downwards, to her waist, to her-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey kid! This is a public place! Mind your actions, will ya?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comment came from somewhere behind Cheryl. Blushing red with embarrassment, she broke free from Jason’s embrace immediately. Noticing the look of dismay on her boyfriend’s face, she smiled slightly and held his hand tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Promise me you’ll never let go of me in the future, no matter what happens?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Never.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason thought that he would never, never ever grow tired of the perfection that was Cheryl Lim. How wrong he was.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basketball court of the sports complex in Jason’s school was always deserted in the mornings before school started for the day. He had always gone there to practice his shooting every day, before getting his morning nicotine fix. This morning, however, Jason simply sat on the benches and smoked away. Before long, footsteps could be heard approaching him from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I heard that you got expelled.” The quiet voice stated simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason didn’t need to turn around to know the identity of the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want, Terence? Haven’t you interfered in my life enough?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One of these days, Jason, your temper and your attitude towards life is gonna get you into trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And why do you care? It’s MY own life, it’s my own future! No one has the right to control it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your parents will-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up about my parents when you barely know them!” Jason screamed, as he threw the cigarette pack on the floor in front of his former class mentor, before storming off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8010112449403172400?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8010112449403172400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8010112449403172400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8010112449403172400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8010112449403172400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/05/but-i-dont-wanna-go-home-yet-cheryl.html' title='The Moment- 3'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8220494353761961688</id><published>2008-05-10T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:25:28.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>roarrr!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicky accidentally deleted all of his pics (including chalet stay and jason's bdae celebration) on his cam!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8220494353761961688?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8220494353761961688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8220494353761961688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8220494353761961688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8220494353761961688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/05/roarrr-nicky-accidentally-deleted-all.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-6387583210545060778</id><published>2008-05-05T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:04:49.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;alrights. new week again, nicky's tired liao. celebrated jason's 21st bdae over the labour day holiday and boy, did we haf fun! took lotsa pics, but will haf to find a time to upload the nice ones for people out there. until then, here's one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196909276644603410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SB8hc-RVdhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aO-dL2Fy12U/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-6387583210545060778?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6387583210545060778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=6387583210545060778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6387583210545060778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/6387583210545060778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/05/alrights.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SB8hc-RVdhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aO-dL2Fy12U/s72-c/IMG_1335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4397349166338581848</id><published>2008-04-26T19:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:55:37.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; finally it's the weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What happens when u get too bored at work...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cam-whore time, of cos! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193518777921533266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMVz-RVdVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4l2MYOKWqLM/s320/Image102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193518782216500578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMV0ORVdWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bwy_xVf905c/s320/Image110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193518782216500594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMV0ORVdXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/gsKVuOKf9PY/s320/Image115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193519198828328322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMWMeRVdYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XS973rtHm_c/s320/Image106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a milo in the morning nvr fails to perk things up, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193519203123295634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMWMuRVdZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NFcVGkl83Ho/s320/Image116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow this sign jus looks wrong.. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mind's Cafe outing on 26/4/08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193520075001656738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMW_eRVdaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/aLiXqfpFR1o/s320/mindscafe.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193520075001656754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMW_eRVdbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/RW-LvSKzbHw/s320/Image127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met up with tang, tricia and johnsten in the afternoon for mind's cafe.. played games, and of cos, gossiped!! some candid shots. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193520826620933570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMXrORVdcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gm8EKXmee0k/s320/Image121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193520830915900882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMXreRVddI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ioT4WsXn3HE/s320/Image122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193520835210868194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMXruRVdeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0KXjx9m9E8w/s320/Image126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193520835210868210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMXruRVdfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o69sx2lL_GM/s320/Image125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-4397349166338581848?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4397349166338581848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=4397349166338581848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4397349166338581848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4397349166338581848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-its-weekend-what-happens-when-u.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SBMVz-RVdVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4l2MYOKWqLM/s72-c/Image102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-187237668903066955</id><published>2008-04-24T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:39:54.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;was gonna blog abt some stuffs... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a surprise letter tore me away from my blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somemore its pink in colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my enlistment's on the september 13th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-187237668903066955?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/187237668903066955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=187237668903066955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/187237668903066955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/187237668903066955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-gonna-blog-abt-some-stuffs.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8761959021550363670</id><published>2008-04-22T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:36:17.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okies. photo blogging time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192076360399811810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SA318ORVdOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/sxeyfkBnZqA/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192076407644452098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SA31--RVdQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4jT_5fZgy1I/s320/Image096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192076411939419410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SA31_ORVdRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YH-rm8Uko0k/s320/Image097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pics taken from singapore flyer! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192076416234386722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SA31_eRVdSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4Bbc71SjDDU/s320/Image098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192077447026537778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SA327eRVdTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hAolsh4QWN4/s320/Image100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192077447026537794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SA327eRVdUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NuwXH4bjDI8/s320/Image101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lunch-ed at poly today cos had to take extra invitation cards for grad ceremony.. brought back memories.. all the da-bao-ing of chicken rice at canteen 1 to do proj at the underpass... all the queueing up for ages to get the jap food.. "jiu hao ji dan".. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8761959021550363670?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8761959021550363670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8761959021550363670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8761959021550363670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8761959021550363670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/okies.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SA318ORVdOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/sxeyfkBnZqA/s72-c/Image094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-7299667087063500329</id><published>2008-04-19T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:37:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i think i jus nua-ed the whole of my saturday off day today. :P woke up at elevn, then went for breakfast at hawker centre opposite my house. did nth much today, watching smallville re-runs, a spot of ikea shopping.:) and oh yeah, the ngee ann graduation ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190949538784235042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/SAn1Gko2TiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/92bLGeI6LvU/s320/npgradpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and meeting tang + tricia next saturday to gossip and discuss abt may/june trip. u 2, pls tag on my blog to confirm yeah, :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-7299667087063500329?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7299667087063500329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-3004928889281266944</id><published>2008-04-17T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:25:19.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something's wrong with nicky's lappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he cant access any blogs from his home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work-wise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not too bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nicky's colleagues are a pretty nice bunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes work more bearable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and oh yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they treated the whole office today for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess wad we had?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CRYSTAL JADE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yummmmmmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-3004928889281266944?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3004928889281266944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=3004928889281266944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3004928889281266944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3004928889281266944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/darn-somethings-wrong-with-nickys-lappy.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-661638610432762133</id><published>2008-04-13T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:41:59.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was goin to blog about chalet.&lt;br /&gt;but things happened.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;now nicky's feeling emo.&lt;br /&gt;will blog abt the chalet tmr or sth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when he's feeling less-emoish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-661638610432762133?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/661638610432762133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=661638610432762133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/661638610432762133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/661638610432762133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-goin-to-blog-about-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-3278010638652116438</id><published>2008-04-09T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:48:57.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time since i haven blogged yet... possibly a week or so.. nicky has been rather busy these few weeks. :) mondays to fridays all working... work has been monotonous, but thanks to the friendly colleagues, work is now bearable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of the week- NTU interview tmr... wish me luck! although its not the business/accountancy degree that i'm hoping for, but a Deg in Lierature instead, me is hoping to at least score a place in the uni first, then from there, switch to the business track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet outing at friday&amp;amp;saturday! yay! looking forward to meeting old frens once again, sigh. time flies sia, it has been three years sicne graduation. wonder how everyone is doing??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-3278010638652116438?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3278010638652116438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=3278010638652116438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3278010638652116438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3278010638652116438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-time-since-i-haven-blogged-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8396564244142290603</id><published>2008-03-30T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:41:50.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Moment'/><title type='text'>The Moment- 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Moment- 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“You what?!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Cheryl! Come on, I have done him a great favour by not referring him to the police already! According to the law, I’m supposed to, in addition to expelling Jason, refer him to the police for… for what he has done to you!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Just stay at home until I get back, ok?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Whatever, dad, whatever.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Cheryl’s dad sighed as he put down the phone. Ever since his vice-principal had stumbled upon Jason and his daughter- both very much naked- in a classroom together and reported the matter, Cheryl’s dad had come under much pressure from the school’s Board of Directors; although the common thing was to expel the parties involved and get the police to conduct a thorough investigation, the Board of Directors weren’t senile despite their age. They knew that if matters get blown out of proportion, it could be detrimental for the school’s reputation- this could, in turn, lead to lower student enrolments. As such, Cheryl’s dad, being the school’s principal, acted as he should. He had gone according to his school’s rules and regulations and expelled Jason, although he hadn’t gone so far as to make an official police investigation. After all, Cheryl is still his daughter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;What happened to that sweet, angelic little girl that I once knew…?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Cheryl muttered a swear word as she shoved her handphone into her imitation handbag- bought at Bugis Village for a mere $23- furiously. She tried dialing Jason’s handphone number; the line was engaged. “God-damn it. Where on earth is he?” she thought, as she reached his voicemail for the umpteenth time. As Cheryl looked at the neo-print that she took with Jason, an idea struck in her mind. Snapping her handbag shut, she rushed out of her Sixth Avenue terrace house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Love. It makes even the most intelligent person, the cleverest and smartest person on Earth, dumb sometimes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The arcade at the basement level of the Bugis Junction shopping complex wasn’t too crowded at that time of the day- it was only in the early hours of the afternoon, and most school students weren’t allowed entry yet. Cheryl looked around for her blonde haired, roguish-looking, cigarette-smoking boyfriend; she spotted him almost immediately. He was shooting hoops at the basketball machine- and missing the target for most of his shots.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Darling.” She called out. Perhaps it was the din in the arcade that was too noisy for him to hear. Or maybe Jason was pretending not to hear her. Either way, he ignored Cheryl. She sighed, and walked over beside him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Darling. Darling!” she shouted, pulling at his uniform, which was, by now, tucked out in the most untidy fashion. His bag was strewn without much care, on the floor beside him. A half-empty pack of cigarettes was placed on the basketball machine, his anime-designed lighter placed beside it. He ignored her continuous tugging, and continued throwing the basketballs, each shot getting further and further away from the hoop that he was supposed to be aiming at. Cheryl didn’t stop at her relentless tugging. &lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;What happens when you find out that you stand to lose every thing in the name of love?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Jason stood in front of the basketball machine, not moving, even as the machine flashed the words ‘Game Over’ repeatedly. Without warning, he turned abruptly sideways, and hugged Cheryl tightly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Cheryl!” he muttered, as he teared openly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Darling…” she whispered, patting her boyfriend softly on his shoulder. Despite his rough looking exterior, Cheryl knew that Jason, like all the other sixteen year olds his age, was just a softie beneath his tough exterior.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Sometimes, it just takes a little bit of TLC to iron out everything. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8396564244142290603?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8396564244142290603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8396564244142290603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8396564244142290603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8396564244142290603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/moment-2.html' title='The Moment- 2'/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-3019561077661780155</id><published>2008-03-23T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:35:44.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>highly overdue M3 outing finally took place. venue was at settler's cafe in dhoby ghaut.. chiong-ed down after work on friday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YGbCWGfiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lnfAHPTjd1Y/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YGbCWGfiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lnfAHPTjd1Y/s320/Image058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180835482892140066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YGbSWGfjI/AAAAAAAAANY/S6Nk2ejKYQo/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YGbSWGfjI/AAAAAAAAANY/S6Nk2ejKYQo/s320/Image059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180835487187107378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YGbiWGfkI/AAAAAAAAANg/LduZNLmLC6I/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YGbiWGfkI/AAAAAAAAANg/LduZNLmLC6I/s320/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180835491482074690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YGbyWGflI/AAAAAAAAANo/NTu3cgOYvu8/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YGbyWGflI/AAAAAAAAANo/NTu3cgOYvu8/s320/Image062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180835495777042002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had fun that day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;end of part 1 of my blog entry.. will be abit long.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YFACWGfdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hjSzv9BdKD8/s1600-h/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YFACWGfdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hjSzv9BdKD8/s320/Image073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180833919524044242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haf been goin to xinwang for two saturdays in a row le... tj, fresh from his, erm, ** with blurrie, has pulled me along to go to the cineleisure outlet to bio a certain someone. and that includes talking to her. twice. and she only said 5 words  to him in total. welllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YFASWGfeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OaLeLigZ1HA/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YFASWGfeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OaLeLigZ1HA/s320/Image069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180833923819011554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YFAiWGfgI/AAAAAAAAANA/_otZH-G_dlA/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YFAiWGfgI/AAAAAAAAANA/_otZH-G_dlA/s320/Image074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180833928113978882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what we had ordered.. the custard buns very delish... har gao small like dunno wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YFAiWGfhI/AAAAAAAAANI/JNNq2mGN9Dg/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YFAiWGfhI/AAAAAAAAANI/JNNq2mGN9Dg/s320/Image075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180833928113978898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the black sesame dessert. although it's supposed to be black, th real thing looks like grey cement when it came to our table. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YFASWGffI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NIXMCMC7JzE/s1600-h/Image072edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YFASWGffI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NIXMCMC7JzE/s320/Image072edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180833923819011570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can see the gal?? thats the xinwang whom tj is having a crush on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;end of part two... ending soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YHIyWGfmI/AAAAAAAAANw/LGcvPaMX_E8/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YHIyWGfmI/AAAAAAAAANw/LGcvPaMX_E8/s320/Image081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180836268871155298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YHJCWGfnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CHoUP7j1QsM/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YHJCWGfnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CHoUP7j1QsM/s320/Image083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180836273166122610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YHJCWGfoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UDgetOpOqBw/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YHJCWGfoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UDgetOpOqBw/s320/Image084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180836273166122626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YHJSWGfpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8M5W4vyKoG8/s1600-h/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YHJSWGfpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8M5W4vyKoG8/s320/Image085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180836277461089938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our latest sojourn to xinwang... the time when she said 5 words to tj..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJ:" Today very busy hor."&lt;br /&gt;th gal:"Dui ah."&lt;br /&gt;TJ:"Oh, Good Friday ma"&lt;br /&gt;the gal:"Holiday ma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying my best not to burst out laughing in front of them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-3019561077661780155?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3019561077661780155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=3019561077661780155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3019561077661780155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/3019561077661780155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/highly-overdue-m3-outing-finally-took.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R-YGbCWGfiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lnfAHPTjd1Y/s72-c/Image058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-2416779321695416035</id><published>2008-03-18T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:38:29.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>almost tea break now at work..&lt;br /&gt;933 played alot of emo songs today...&lt;br /&gt;made me think abt my past...&lt;br /&gt;i was soo foolish last time...&lt;br /&gt;didn't treasure what i had in the past...&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;i can only regret wad i used to have in the past...&lt;br /&gt;and the attachment at shanghai...&lt;br /&gt;only made matters worse...&lt;br /&gt;hiaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if i could turn back time.. will we be together still??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-2416779321695416035?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2416779321695416035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=2416779321695416035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2416779321695416035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2416779321695416035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/almost-tea-break-now-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-1939057285357315592</id><published>2008-03-17T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:57:06.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROARRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was counting my expected pay for march.. actually quite happy de.. until mum reminded me mus minus 20% for my cpf. &amp;amp;^&amp;amp;%$. still tot of saving up abit, then go and splurge the rest on new clothes, psp, tennis, bowling outings. darn. mus scale down on all these liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. work has been pretty boring so far. stupid office desktop so freaking slow can. takes forever to load/generate one god-damn report. then i ended up watching videos on youtube. heng my cubicle at e far end of the office. not easy for ppl to see me. :) but the comments the reports haf quite funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends and fridays nights all used up for goin out with frens liao. haf lotsa pics to upload; will upload over the long good friday weekend. nowadays, when i get home, i jus laze on the couch and watch tv. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. shall sign off now. til my next update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Moment will be resumed shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-1939057285357315592?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1939057285357315592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=1939057285357315592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1939057285357315592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/1939057285357315592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/roarrr-was-counting-my-expected-pay-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-2745770904773238715</id><published>2008-03-11T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:01:57.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Moment'/><title type='text'>The Moment- 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Moment- 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jason took a glance at the iron-wrought gates, perhaps a second longer than he had wanted to. After all, it would be the last time when he would walk through those gates for a very long time. Scenes from his past flashed in his mind like a silent movie as he traced the intricate designs on the gate; the many mornings when he had clambered over it hurriedly to the point of almost tearing his uniform in a bid to escape detention for being late; the equally numerous afternoons when he had, along with his gang of friends, clambered over it once again, this time, in the opposite direction, with their Discipline Master hot on their heels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brushing away the solitary tear that had started to form and threatened to flow down his cheek, Jason adjusted his uniform, and walked slowly towards the Grand Hall, taking in all of the sights and sounds of his surroundings. The sounds of his juniors enjoying their time kicking a soccer ball in the pitch, the slightly pungent odour of the ammonia coming from the laboratories just to the right of him, the feeling of the wind as it blew against his cheeks, his face and his entire body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;It just wasn’t fair. Everything didn’t have to end like that. Not when everything was just starting to be alright!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;“Sit down, Jason. The principal will call you in shortly.” The receptionist informed him, as Jason took a seat outside the room. The receptionist looked at Jason sadly, and sighed loudly. He looked up at her; a face of pity and worry was all over her otherwise attractive face. Jason knew what was going through her mind; it was what everyone said about him, all his parents, his aunts, his uncles, his cousins, everyone. &lt;i&gt;How can such a promising young child be reduced to such a sorry state today?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;“Jason, the principal is ready to see you now.” To the receptionist, it sounded almost routine. To Jason, it was a death sentence. Despite his cool and roguish exterior, Jason’s interior was just like any other sixteen year old in his school, frightened, worried, confused, and of course, ever-searching for his true identity; for what he was going to become in the future. That is, if he still had a future after everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love can be kind, like the guardian angel that watches above us, silent in whatever is being done. Love can also be merciless and evil, like the devil who kills without mercy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing had changed in the principal’s office since Jason’s previous visit. That occasion, he had been caught fighting in the classroom with another student from a neighbouring class; the reason, as Jason so wittily put it, was because &lt;i&gt;we had our own differences. &lt;/i&gt;Now, he was being brought in for a totally different reason. Even Jason himself wished he hadn’t been so careless; he wished he hadn’t been so naïve, so stupid, so foolish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Jason. How many times have you been here already, since the start of the school term?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Six, sir.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“On what grounds?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Two times for fighting, three times cos of defiancy, once for truancy.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The principal sighed. He was getting too tired for all these problem kids already. But this time, Jason had gone too far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Do you have any idea what the consequences would be for what you’ve done?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jason did not reply this time. All his witty remarks; all his well-thought out excuses would not work this time. Sighing heavily once again, the principal continued.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Jason. You were caught with Cheryl in a classroom last night, and you were both naked! Do you seriously have ANY idea on what you guys were up to?!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Sir, we were just having fun-“&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Fun can be carried out in other ways, other methods! I knew you are young; you are just reaching puberty, but this, this is simply ridiculous!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Sir, I can explain, it was the alcohol-“&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I don’t want to listen to your excuses anymore!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Sir, please, just one more chance-“&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Jason, as of now, you are officially not a student of my school.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-2745770904773238715?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2745770904773238715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-10673862.post-2641209722893808916</id><published>2008-03-10T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:21:49.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>晴天劈厉</title><content type='html'>晴天劈厉!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for my pre-ns medical screening check-up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PES A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-2641209722893808916?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2641209722893808916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=2641209722893808916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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exactly and stuff, but to me, aiya, all that secrecy for nothing lorx. really. its not as if my job allows me to come across highly confidential stuff anyways. :p goin for smu open house this weekend though. :) the job makes me wish for the wekkend to come quickly. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-2728985773080990376?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2728985773080990376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=2728985773080990376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/2728985773080990376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bYLZHoyfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_JDFfOnG6Uo/s320/fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172058912314673650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phwoar. after a few days of inactivity, i finally met up with phoebe, long time MJ fren, for a highly-overdue day out at sentosa. 12 hrs straight, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;930am- breakfast at harbourfornt's mac, then off to sentosa by sentosa express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop- siloso beach!! camwhored at the siloso sign, then went to play beach volleyball. CMI lar, phoebe, haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bSjZHoyUI/AAAAAAAAALI/OjhShKIImrE/s1600-h/IMG_3226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bSjZHoyUI/AAAAAAAAALI/OjhShKIImrE/s320/IMG_3226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172052727561767234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bSj5HoyVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cwZN6Yam-J0/s1600-h/IMG_3230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bSj5HoyVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cwZN6Yam-J0/s320/IMG_3230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172052736151701842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bSj5HoyWI/AAAAAAAAALY/vwTC8RqsA9o/s1600-h/IMG_3232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bSj5HoyWI/AAAAAAAAALY/vwTC8RqsA9o/s320/IMG_3232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172052736151701858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... took the super slowwwww tram to our next stop! (another beach lar. haha. 2 also wanna tan until dark dark. but ystd sun wasn't so gd though, keep hiding in clouds de.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop- Palawan beach. haha. the main reason we came here is because of the bridge. long time since i last came to this bridge le, last time since i came was with ***...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bTUZHoyXI/AAAAAAAAALg/mH7e9Mj_mh0/s1600-h/IMG_3244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bTUZHoyXI/AAAAAAAAALg/mH7e9Mj_mh0/s320/IMG_3244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172053569375357298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, not too much time spent there... continued to next stop, the last and most ulu beach, tanjong beach. quietest of all 3, so there wasn't too many people there. sun was scorching hot by then, so i took a dip in the sea. woah. shiok sia. but phoebe didn't go into the pool- she instead sun-tanned. haha. dun later sun tan until got zhou wen hor, :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun-tanned de sun-tan, swim de swim, we finaly showered and lunch-ed at koufu foodcourt, before our next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merlion- took bus to merlion. eee. so black black and somemore mus pay $8. sians.  so i tot got sijori wondergolf there play golf. we walked for quite abit, walk up staircase, walk down slope, then finally reach the place. end up, like lao kok kok liddat, goin to close down any moment. sian half. poor phoebe walk with me up and down. wuahahaha. told u le, i nvr take geography in sec sch so got no sense of direction. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVepHoydI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/om9LORQ0eH8/s1600-h/IMG_3257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVepHoydI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/om9LORQ0eH8/s320/IMG_3257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172055944492272082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up took open top double decker bus go back beach station to transfer to sentosa express back to harbourfront. on the way, we were bored, so .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we decided to camwhore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVKJHoyYI/AAAAAAAAALo/wVPcZdBGkeM/s1600-h/IMG_3267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVKJHoyYI/AAAAAAAAALo/wVPcZdBGkeM/s320/IMG_3267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172055592304953730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVKZHoyZI/AAAAAAAAALw/GV4tC20GxTQ/s1600-h/IMG_3268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVKZHoyZI/AAAAAAAAALw/GV4tC20GxTQ/s320/IMG_3268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172055596599921042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVKpHoyaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uxP-HFjDVjo/s1600-h/IMG_3269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVKpHoyaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uxP-HFjDVjo/s320/IMG_3269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172055600894888354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVK5HoybI/AAAAAAAAAMA/v2lzttyFpQI/s1600-h/IMG_3273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVK5HoybI/AAAAAAAAAMA/v2lzttyFpQI/s320/IMG_3273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172055605189855666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVLJHoycI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xnIX9qvhhOM/s1600-h/IMG_3276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bVLJHoycI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xnIX9qvhhOM/s320/IMG_3276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172055609484822978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kk, so we missed our stop twice after all our cam-whoring. lolx. after reaching back to harbourfront, we spent time around marin bay area.. here's where we went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nicky/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nicky/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nicky/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nicky/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bXAZHoyeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UxMSJcI50Lk/s1600-h/IMG_3320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bXAZHoyeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UxMSJcI50Lk/s320/IMG_3320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172057623824484834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; needs no intro... although got nothing much dere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bYLZHoyfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_JDFfOnG6Uo/s1600-h/fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bYLZHoyfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_JDFfOnG6Uo/s320/fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172058912314673650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this atas fountain outside milennia walk.. jus to let u noe, we had to take out slippers and walk barefoot into the fountain area so to take the pic.. hee. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. thats all for our day. haha. til tj's bdae celebration this coming sat, so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8155340989207356277?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R8bYLZHoyfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_JDFfOnG6Uo/s72-c/fountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-687940927951560343</id><published>2008-02-21T22:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:15:37.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photo blogging time... this was taken during my bukit timah hill hike on last friday... just after Valentime's day somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72OZpHoyNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/E3j4coPtNcM/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169444518476957906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72OZpHoyNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/E3j4coPtNcM/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;no feeding of monkeys.. saw alot of them though, scampering around the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72Oz5HoyQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/y2iiJzq6LGg/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169444969448524034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72Oz5HoyQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/y2iiJzq6LGg/s320/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a monkey climbing halfway up the tree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72OtpHoyPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bVU4Z7e6i8A/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169444862074341618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72OtpHoyPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bVU4Z7e6i8A/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the steep slope up.. can see tang in the distance, wearing green...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72Oh5HoyOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W8Ql89QaFz8/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169444660210878690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72Oh5HoyOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W8Ql89QaFz8/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;the road to nowhere.. it ends off with a cliff edge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72PypHoyRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3jwIe3z8Tno/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169446047485315346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72PypHoyRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3jwIe3z8Tno/s320/image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course. a nice movie to end off the tiring day. shakesphere's Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet with Leonardo di caprio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72QwJHoyTI/AAAAAAAAALA/B8Y70XpzNbM/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169447104047270194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72QwJHoyTI/AAAAAAAAALA/B8Y70XpzNbM/s320/image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uni application day on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;applied for biz admin courses in nus,&lt;br /&gt;accountancy in ntu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-687940927951560343?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/687940927951560343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=687940927951560343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/687940927951560343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/687940927951560343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-blogging-time.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R72OZpHoyNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/E3j4coPtNcM/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-664503387328834797</id><published>2008-02-21T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:14:42.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exactly a week since i last updated.. been rather busy for the past week or so... lucky got my new nokia n81 and the lifeblog feature help me keep track of all the nonsense that i've done..  our story ends here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit at 11.59am: shit. i forgot my desktop haven install the nokia program yet. which means i cant upload pics from my phone to the dektop. shit. shall upload the pics some other day then. tmr. :P and oh yeah, tmr goin for interview at buona vista liao. heng timing not too early, 10.45am. and L movie outing on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;our story ends here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-664503387328834797?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/664503387328834797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is thine period of the year again..&lt;br /&gt;as hot-blooded males pursue their fair maiden targets..&lt;br /&gt;armed with bouquets of fresh red roses,&lt;br /&gt;artfully wrapped boxes of chocolates,&lt;br /&gt;and cute little teddies...&lt;br /&gt;o valentine o valentine&lt;br /&gt;why hath thou forsaken me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-7087343719360743954?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7087343719360743954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=7087343719360743954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7087343719360743954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/7087343719360743954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-is-thine-period-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8539034130986114191</id><published>2008-02-12T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:56:21.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came across this entry from a fren's blog.. it touched me alot... and reflects my feelings towards a certain someone now... hopefully that person noes it yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;曾經有一份至真的愛情擺在我面前 ，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;但是我沒有去珍惜 。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;直到沒了才來後悔莫及 。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;塵世間最痛苦的莫過于此 。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;如果天可以給我一個机會回頭的話 ，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我會對你說 “我愛你“ 。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;如果要在這份愛加上一個期限 ，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我希望是 。。。。一萬年 。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8539034130986114191?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8539034130986114191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8539034130986114191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8539034130986114191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8539034130986114191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/came-across-this-entry-from-frens-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-9046350244657161496</id><published>2008-02-11T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:04:32.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bought new fone le..&lt;br /&gt;nokia n81...&lt;br /&gt;not too bad...&lt;br /&gt;nicky loves it alot.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R7Arc5HoyBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U2yYhqnWjDk/s1600-h/n81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R7Arc5HoyBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U2yYhqnWjDk/s320/n81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165676547963144210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending my days gym-ing,&lt;br /&gt;swimming,&lt;br /&gt;and of course,&lt;br /&gt;slacking at home.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;will be looking out for any parttime jobs..&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;if u peeps noe of any lobangs,&lt;br /&gt;dun forget abt me hor!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-9046350244657161496?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/9046350244657161496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=9046350244657161496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/9046350244657161496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/9046350244657161496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/bought-new-fone-le.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNLxCPH6eMc/R7Arc5HoyBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U2yYhqnWjDk/s72-c/n81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4750001528823101060</id><published>2008-02-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:58:56.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sweeps all dust away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super long time since i last blogged...&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm finally back home already..&lt;br /&gt;haf spent the last week slacking, getting ready for cny, and of course,. cny itself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-4750001528823101060?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4750001528823101060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=4750001528823101060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4750001528823101060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/4750001528823101060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweeps-all-dust-away.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-8135076432226114473</id><published>2007-10-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:01:55.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>brrrrr... the weather these few days haf been turning cold le.. so this is autumn.. sth that i dont get to eperience back in sgp... soon i'll be wearing my scarf to work le, i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been blogging for the past few weeks or so due to my internet connection.. so sorry to ppl who haf been reading my blog... jus to let u guys noe, i'm in the cyber cafe now, blogging. pity i didnt bring along a nice warm cup of milo or hot tea now sia, my hands are like, freezing le.. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. there's some changes to the human resources in the bar nowadays.. i dont get my both weekends off le... i'm now having one weekday and weekend off.. not as good as i tot it was... but then again, im thinkng ofmoving to anohter food station or sth le.... am starting to feel sian there liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, only 3 months and 13 more days to go befoer my oiap oficailly ends...hiaaz... it doesnt seem to be that long, but then again, it doesnt seem to be all that short either. haf already planned on what to do after touching down in sgp on feb 2nd. i wanna go hawker centre at old airport road/east coast hawker centre and eat satay, hokkien mee, sugar cane juice, carrot cake!! haha. i'm starting to miss all the local foods here. although the restaurant does haf an indian corner which sells things like satay, nasi goreng and stuff liddat. they even haf laksa. i tried b4 le, but nah, it doesnt taste like thereal thing back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haf went to raffles city shanghai. there's this prima taste restaurant that sells singaporean food, like hainanese chicken rice. haven went to try it yet, cos its like really expensive. dunno if i shld go and try it anot. any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, happy birthday to these people. sorrie i cant wish u guys in person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october 17- aaron. happy 18th! congrats, u can now watch M18 movies! hee. :p&lt;br /&gt;october 20- eugene. happy 21st! haha, already so OLD le!!! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-8135076432226114473?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8135076432226114473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10673862&amp;postID=8135076432226114473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8135076432226114473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10673862/posts/default/8135076432226114473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/2007/10/brrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4794576117760468453</id><published>2007-10-01T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:33:10.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to my blogging once again! yup, for readers of my blog, i have found this cyber cafe just downstairs my apartment where i'm staying, which charges really cheap rates, much much cheaper than back in sgp. so yeap, i'm sure to come to this place more often than not during my four months of stay here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies; it's alr been a month since my oiap begun. what has begun on a really bad start is now, hopefully, turning and beocming something that is more bright and cheery. have found a catholic church too- although its in puxi side, but still, its a place that i feel comfortable in- at least i noe that there's some quiet place for me to retreat to when the going gets tough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, my return's flight on the 3rd of feb; i shld get to sgp around the wee hours of sunday morning. the first thing i'm gonna do is to have this feast at the hawker centre in east coast road or in old airport road sia- there are like, practically noooo hawker centres in shanghai!! yes, u heard me alright, there are absolutely no hakwer centres here! mebbe its becos the whole place is filled with little nieghbourhood "cafes" which sell snacks and light food and zhi char kinda food, so there's no need for hakwer centres. not that i'm complaining though, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to this pub/bar/restaruant last night with kevin; had a buffet dinner for only 88RMB/pax. shhh. i'm not supposed to go spending my money on this kinda stuff though, my mum's probably gonna kill me if she ever finds out that i spend money on this kinda stuff. haha. buyt the food's not too bad; they serve western food like chops and stuff, pretty good value. now that's u cant find in sgp. defintiely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter's not here in shanghai yet; the weather in the day time are like sgp's; hot, humid. so sian. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all from me now. til next time i blog again.&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/10673862-4794576117760468453?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredb0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4794576117760468453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can finally blog now!&lt;br /&gt;darn the great firewall of china.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant view my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;am slowly adapting to life here&lt;br /&gt;washing my own laundry&lt;br /&gt;getting my own foodstufss and of course,&lt;br /&gt;mineral water!&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing home already&lt;br /&gt;missing all the simple luxuries that i had before&lt;br /&gt;hiaz&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder&lt;br /&gt;was my decision to go for this oiap&lt;br /&gt;a hasty one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes&lt;br /&gt;there's thisgreat starbucks outlet near my workplace&lt;br /&gt;it overlooks the riverside and everything&lt;br /&gt;might be heading there to de-stress one of these days&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;going for lunch&lt;br /&gt;will blog again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>xiaoke88</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747161176834627197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673862.post-4734166947829788241</id><published>2007-08-29T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:16:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;24 hours more...&lt;br /&gt;the luggage are all packed...&lt;br /&gt;money changed...&lt;br /&gt;air tix booked and confirmed...&lt;br /&gt;farewell dinners all done with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10673862-4734166947829788241?l=shatteredb0i.blogspot.com' alt='' 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