<?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-6432560802204589034</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:55:43.197+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Traits of Man in a Woman&apos;s Body'/><category term='Help'/><category term='Upset'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Hope and Wishes'/><category term='Treasured'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Disgusted'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Solitude of Mine</title><subtitle type='html'>Chasing infinity...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-2610194904989330444</id><published>2009-11-01T09:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:41:33.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women 10k 2009</title><content type='html'>Once again, GE10K is completed. Let's read my thoughts last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hidingcorneristhepast.blogspot.com/2008/10/women-10k-2008.html"&gt;Women 10k 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="post-header-line-1"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://hidingcorneristhepast.blogspot.com/2008/10/women-10k-2008.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-10-27T10:37:00+08:00"&gt;10:37 AM&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;|       &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;| &lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; Labels: &lt;a href="http://hidingcorneristhepast.blogspot.com/search/label/Day%20Out" rel="tag"&gt;Day Out&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for the Women 10k run yesterday. The run that I've registered for in July or something which I had briefly regretted letting Gil knows cause it means no backing out then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the lazy shitass me, I didn't train for it, didn't even do normal short jogs that I used to. My only 'plan' for it was going for a really short (say, 3km?) jog last Sat not for training purpose but just for the sake of letting my muscles (if any) ache first so that it won't ache that much after I am done with the 10km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, even until the day before the run I still haven't decide whether I want to go for it. Ok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, 10k may seem easy to you freaks but its a feat to me since I have stopped jogging after quitting netball, for MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;You can never imagine the hatred I have for myself when the alarm rang and I was still contemplating whether to go or not but finally pulled myself out of the comfy bed because Gil made me promised that I would go for it (damned).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Skeptical me gushed down bottles of 100plus at 6+ am in the morning and guess what? At the starting point the pee started to fill the bladder. I'm oh-so-smart. Got to run with pee in me, how bad is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;It's no joke, after the 1st KM I've wanted to slap myself silly for signing up but somehow I managed to carry on KM after KM. It's bad. The fight between the devil and angel in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Devil: Hey you are killing yourself if you continue on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angel: Oh come on you can do it, what is 10 KM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Devil: Stop! Look around, people are walking already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angel: You are not one of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Just imagine these talks between the D and A throughout the whole damned run, it's tormenting! Have to self-deceive and everything, bad bad bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Somehow, anyhow, I don't know how, I managed to surprise myself by completing the run without stopping at all (except grabbing drinks at those stations). Timing wasn't that good but better than I had expected considering that I hadn't run for months? The feeling of accomplishing it was splendid though. 1h04mins. I had expected 1h20 or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Won't go for another of these runs in the next few months man but the next I go, I will want to do it under 1 hour and trust me I can do it! Wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[ham]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 10:30pm yesternight hoping to get ample rest before the run. But TMD, tossed and turned until 1+am and that means just 4 hours of sleep! *Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I don't know why I have my iPod on cause I don't think I was listening to the songs. I was once again, listening attentively to the Angel-Devil's conversation throughout! Horrible. OK I still have to give credit to the iPod since I blasted music over it to keep me from hearing my own out of breath breathing. Helped somehow I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And haha, apparently I didn't learn my lesson from last year's run. I drank almost 1L of 100 Plus at home before I left for the event. I mean, I did pee right before I walked over to the starting point at 6:30am but what came out from the 1L was merely 30ml, no kidding. The rest was still processing. At 6:50am it was like HOLYSHIT - my bladder was filled up to 80%. GG. But I was way up front at the starting line, couldn't possibly squeeze my way out and head to the toilet which is located super far away, so yeah, live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, the horn just suddenly sounded and I wasn't even prepared to start! Very very bad. The first KM was the worst. After just 500m I wanted to die! Like wtf? 9.5KM more to g0? So many people passed me by that I feel like just giving up right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course I didn't though. I mean, I've told so many that I want to do better than last year, if I stop just like that very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malu&lt;/span&gt; right, seeing people stop along the way makes me feel like doing that too but I can't. I've a goal and I need to reach it - alas, the only thing that's good about the stubborn streak in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual angel-devil convo, the usual huh how long more to the next KM?, the usual counting of the steps- 1, 2, 3, 4...8 = 10 metre, the usual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fwah&lt;/span&gt;, why haven't reach the water station?. I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years back, if you ask me, I would never thought that I would be able to complete a good 10KM without stopping. Last year, I completed it with minimal stoppages (at the drink stations). This year, I completed it without stopping at all. Not that the timing is good or what but for me, someone who don't run much, it is a feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell yes if you ask me, I am proud of myself. I did better than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Su1VAlsvOrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l_24Z1Udw3g/s1600-h/ge1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 19px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Su1VAlsvOrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l_24Z1Udw3g/s400/ge1008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399064996895210162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Su1VlM6FNxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gAuEkRzhi30/s1600-h/GE10K09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 10px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Su1VlM6FNxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gAuEkRzhi30/s400/GE10K09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399065625895450386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A good 6mins shaved off and YES! Under an hour. Ok honestly I'm a little disappointed. Was expecting to do 55mins or something. But yes, that will be my target for next year. Looking at 53mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gogogo! And once again, till then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Oh yeah and thanks to gym-ing, my legs ain't aching at all! Unlike last year where by at this time, I would be in terrible horrible pain. ;) Even went to play badminton with sis, cousins and mum right after that! And just came back from Wii-ing at Game Haven. Gosh, all the exercise I had today! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6432560802204589034-2610194904989330444?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2610194904989330444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/women-10k-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2610194904989330444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2610194904989330444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/women-10k-2009.html' title='Women 10k 2009'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Su1VAlsvOrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l_24Z1Udw3g/s72-c/ge1008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-1647729451319633713</id><published>2009-09-26T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:40:58.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goosebumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not imagining things but Lynn's still around. Like seconds after I posted the previous entry she MSN-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that but I wonder why it still hurts megafucking lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch?&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/6432560802204589034-1647729451319633713?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1647729451319633713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/goosebumps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1647729451319633713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1647729451319633713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/goosebumps.html' title='Goosebumps'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-7667502221575956438</id><published>2009-09-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:00:06.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lynn!</title><content type='html'>Not forgotten. Missing you where ever you are! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-7667502221575956438?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7667502221575956438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-lynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/7667502221575956438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/7667502221575956438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-lynn.html' title='Happy Birthday Lynn!'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-3509997858623967537</id><published>2009-09-25T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:09:23.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERIE!</title><content type='html'>Wahaha that sounds pathetic. Yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is sweet. It shows a cake on the main page when I log in. Thank you Blogger. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-3509997858623967537?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3509997858623967537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-cherie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3509997858623967537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3509997858623967537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-cherie.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERIE!'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-5152967282824212783</id><published>2009-09-22T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:23:27.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears and What's Not?</title><content type='html'>Having a really hard time this few days. One of the worst consecutive days I've ever been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the prolonged PMS that is lasting longer than it's supposed to and I'm definitely waiting desperately for the crimson tide to rush in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just happened that everyone's trying to give me shit all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just... it's just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hadn't happened for long and I am not ashamed to say that I'm all over in tears once again and not particularly knowing why. I mean I do know that everything has built up and its taking its toll on me at this very moment and I feel like I'm really at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse still? Someone came and sprinkled salt over the wounds and that finally pulled the trigger. Every fucking emotional thought that comes every now and then causes me to spill a tear or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to scream, need to chill, need TLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in tremendous pain. Seems like no one trusts me anymore huh? Really upset for being maligned for things I didn't do. Really feel like shit when nobody is standing on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so screwed up, can't seem to stop the tears from falling, can't seem to want to stop typing (I wish this is my thesis though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw thesis, screw anova tests, screw bills, screw all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, the end point is, I HATE BEING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused, all the people I've upset, all the wrong things I've done. The damage is already there and I know no matter what I do, I can't fix it completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-5152967282824212783?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5152967282824212783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/tears-and-whats-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5152967282824212783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5152967282824212783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/tears-and-whats-not.html' title='Tears and What&apos;s Not?'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-2731129828645361688</id><published>2009-09-12T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:10:46.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sista</title><content type='html'>Went for movie with fam. On the way back, was randomly exaggerating-ly singing the chorus of a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you. Whatever it takes, or how......&lt;/span&gt; (Right Here Waiting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Interrupted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clairecia: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you, you ought know by now how much I love you, one thing you can be sure of, I'll never...... &lt;/span&gt;(Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmm........  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy I miss your kisses, all the time but this is 25 minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Though you traveled so far, boy I’m sorry you are 25....... &lt;/span&gt;(25 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silent*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paint my love, you should paint my love, it's the picture of a thousand sunset.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clairecia: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha, don't cha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (-_-''') OMG? WTF? HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-2731129828645361688?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2731129828645361688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/sista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2731129828645361688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2731129828645361688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/sista.html' title='Sista'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-6093831205409652164</id><published>2009-09-04T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:04:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM IN FOUL MOOD!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I'm in a foul mood now and everything is irritating me, because of the previous incident (refer to previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tweeted "Where is everyone when I need to TALK" about the same previous post of course and there's stupid unrelated people (male species of course, duh) who messaged and says "boo, im free to tok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok tok tok tok sai la. I talk to this kind of people I'm asking for trouble only. Double up my blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Relax and chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-6093831205409652164?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6093831205409652164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-foul-mood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6093831205409652164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6093831205409652164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-foul-mood.html' title='IM IN FOUL MOOD!'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-98127577739402283</id><published>2009-09-04T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:58:54.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwah, Hate Preachers.</title><content type='html'>I get a lot of this these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preacher: no tennis tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Me: nopes.&lt;br /&gt;Preacher: are you home?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeps home.&lt;br /&gt;Preacher: you should be out for friday nite parties (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Me: i dont party&lt;br /&gt;Preacher: argh, i gotta take you out sometime. life cant be only abt tennis and work (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like really, wtf? why assume my life is just abt tennis and work, just because im at home on a friday night? hate fuckers like this, ultimate du lan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: its not just about tennis and work, even if it is i like it this way. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how the fuck does it concern you how i lead my life?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Preacher: what abt boys, arent you seeing anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Me: nope im not&lt;br /&gt;Preacher: hmmm why? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously why the fuck must ppl have a someone his/her whole life? fucking fucking du lan max)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: theres no one suitable right now and im not a slut who needs someone around all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Preacher: haha, dont be so hard on yourself (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF? im hard on myself? if im hard on myself i'll be crying my eyes out every seconds of the day over why i've no boys to see or maybe i wont even be around cus i've committed suicide?&lt;/span&gt;) having someone around you is nice and tt doesnt make you a slut.&lt;br /&gt;Me: i didnt say its not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it. TSK. Hate preachers. Hate men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-98127577739402283?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/98127577739402283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/fwah-hate-preachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/98127577739402283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/98127577739402283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/fwah-hate-preachers.html' title='Fwah, Hate Preachers.'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-1626710543759844807</id><published>2009-08-08T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:07:10.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disgusted'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I Just Don't Get It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how it takes TWO hands to clap? Things won't happen if you're just sitting there expecting the other party to make the move, to initiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something needs to be done on your side too cause I guess I had been the one? And IT IS VERY VERY TIRING because it's not reciprocated and it seems as though my efforts are not being appreciated at all and I need you more than you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder all your friends left you. It's cause you asked for it by expecting to sit there and wait for them to come. And yes it certainly gives people the impression that you are too high up for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's like fine, if you think we're not good enough for you, you are not good enough for me either and from this point onwards, I ain't gonna do anything anymore. Short and simple, it's not meant to be either. Nice knowing you, learning more about the different sides of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two cents worth, if you think I am referring to you, it's definitely you. Change, or I wish you have a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and because actions speak louder than words. It's not as easy as saying "you're gonna be my [whatever-best friend, movie khaki, study pal]" and yet don't act on it or make the simple effort to keep me as that and instead, find someone else to replace me on that. Well done, well done.&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/6432560802204589034-1626710543759844807?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1626710543759844807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-i-just-dont-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1626710543759844807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1626710543759844807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-i-just-dont-get-it.html' title='Sometimes I Just Don&apos;t Get It'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-807941606904960528</id><published>2009-08-07T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:30:01.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>HOOOOOOOOOOOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still in office still in office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get carried away each time I use Photoshop to do up the pictures. Extremely fun and makes my mood better. It's like therapeutic whenever I managed to conjure up something good and interesting. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an extremely tiring week. Didn't feel like waking up everyday even though I am someone who doesn't need to sleep much. Kinda rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet mom and sis at Vivo for din din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss tennising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-807941606904960528?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/807941606904960528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/hooooooooooot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/807941606904960528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/807941606904960528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/hooooooooooot.html' title='HOOOOOOOOOOOT'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-6280643767169776232</id><published>2009-08-06T12:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:50:48.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Freaky</title><content type='html'>It's scary how the mind and reality function sometimes. I used to have this secondary school friend whom I was quite close with in Sec1 to 2 (were in different classes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, something happened (or nothing did) and we sorta had a cold war or something, I honestly can't remember why and we ended up in the same class after streaming, but stayed drifted. That was like, 2002?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, we got reconnected somehow for a short period and something happened again, I think at that point in time, it dawned back upon me that it's the same reason that we part our ways in Sec 2 but then again, I can't recall the reason but it ended bad, till the point that we totally stopped contact, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I was looking at her FB yesterday or something. Saw it by chance so just click click click, and there you go, I SAW HER MARCHING IN THIS MORNING TO MY OFFICE BUILDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Glance back* - eh, someone familiar. Shit shit shit, it's her.&lt;br /&gt;*Did a double take* - shit shit shit, really her. Must siam. Shit shit shit, cannot siam, she saw me already.&lt;br /&gt;*Act surprised (actually, not act, I AM surprised. Or maybe shocked is a better word)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not that it's shitty to see her but it's just plain awkward considering the state that we're in. It's always nice to see an old friend in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made small talks, hoping that the awkwardness will wear off.  Apparently it wasn't too bad. No awkward silence as we had quite a bit to catch up on and it was surprisingly good in fact. Could still feel a bit of chemistry there (friendship, not r/s, duh) but nadah, someone just gotta remind me why we split each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can vaguely remember that 2 years ago after the incident, I told myself that, NAH, NEVER AGAIN. And that must means it ended really foul. Lol. So yeah, this friendship was never meant to be and I will leave it at that instead of finding more trouble (than I already have) for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially have my first injury from tennis. Wrist's hurting real bad. Actually stopped playing for around 5 days already hoping that the situation will improve but, neh, it still hurts as much as the first day. I'm so screwed. Hands are itching for some actions but there's no khakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min and her friend will be stopping their lessons and I will most probably be taking it alone. Expensive shit but yeah hopefully well worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML FML FML FML FML FML. Grrr.&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/6432560802204589034-6280643767169776232?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6280643767169776232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/freaky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6280643767169776232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6280643767169776232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/freaky.html' title='Freaky'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-4037538353368409531</id><published>2009-08-01T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:44:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daddy is the sweetest guy on earth (effective for today only). I woke him up at 645 cause there was a cockcroach in mum's wardrobe! He gotCo up without complain (barely) and proceed to get EVERYTHING out of the wardrobe with Baygon armed in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy 1, Cockcroach 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he have to re-fold all the clothes and put them back! While I happily got my tennis gears and set off to shower and leave the house. I'm a bad bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fated. Stupid cockcroach's life that is. My gears are actually NOT in the wardrobe (I can't find them in mine so I thought mum kept them in hers). They were still on the poles. But poor cockcroach's life line's so bad that I had to open the wardrobe and see it (whatever is it doing in there anyway?) and its meant to die. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tennis with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tubs&lt;/span&gt; yesterday at his area and he actually stays at Jo's place. Whoever had thought I would ever be back there again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the bus now home from NUS actually. Just had a session with coach (fecking broke). Tubs was nice enough to come down to join me from 8+ to 9 before the lesson. BUT HE FECKING DISAPPEARED AFTER THAT AND I COULDN'T GET HIM ON THE PHONE OR TEXT. Ditched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach was nice. I 'engage' him for just an hour suppposingly but he stayed on to play with me for like 40 mins? Fantabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds crazy but I actually have another rally session with a stranger at 1pm later but I can't make it now cause I'm too shagged physically. And I injured my wrist - that's the worse part. So yep. No more tennis for me from today till Tues (not cus I'm so disciplined but cus I'm gonna go KL for company trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ending here, reaching home. :) Gonna hunt down tubs and grill him. Ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-4037538353368409531?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4037538353368409531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/pwned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/4037538353368409531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/4037538353368409531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/pwned.html' title='Pwned'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-2127432277263409774</id><published>2009-07-22T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:09:22.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Where the heart is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hadn't been blogging actively cause of the lack of time. I don't cyber loaf at work anymore and uses all my time, blood and sweat on work. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But gosh, I still check my stats everyday and you guys are AMAZING! Logging in everyday even when you know there will most likely be no entries! *Hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Work is great and I'll be on my first ever company trip to KL in August, how cool is that? So many things to prepare, so little time. It's great. I love what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasional ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;The yearning, the wants.&lt;br /&gt;The lack of, the void.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someday, sometime, it will be there, right in front of me, to embrace me.&lt;br /&gt;And the wait goes on, and on, and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. Will squeeze in a proper entry by the end of this week I hope? Amma watch SING DOLLARS on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody up for &lt;a href="http://www.gatecrash.com.sg/?page=event_detail&amp;amp;actionForm=detail&amp;amp;eventID=588"&gt;Lot 8&lt;/a&gt;? Please please please let me know the soonest. Its next week! *Gasps* Am I gonna have to give it a miss? NooooOoOOOOoOooOooOOOOOooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time to grow up. Goody nightys :) I love you all and please visit more often (I just banked in and used up the cheque from Nuffnang, LOL).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-2127432277263409774?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2127432277263409774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2127432277263409774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2127432277263409774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-heart-is.html' title='Where the heart is'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-6171308038570040710</id><published>2009-07-07T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:46:24.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope and Wishes'/><title type='text'>Was</title><content type='html'>I used to be quite blessed, getting whatever I set my eyes on, having control over things. Not this time... not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-6171308038570040710?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6171308038570040710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6171308038570040710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6171308038570040710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/was.html' title='Was'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-8834638444342987547</id><published>2009-07-06T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:30:47.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Among the Things I Miss</title><content type='html'>I kinda miss looking like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SlGZ_7TciJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u6Qpbq83R1M/s1600-h/n574710489_1318347_8063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SlGZ_7TciJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u6Qpbq83R1M/s400/n574710489_1318347_8063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355230755450292370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-8834638444342987547?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8834638444342987547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/among-things-i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/8834638444342987547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/8834638444342987547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/among-things-i-miss.html' title='Among the Things I Miss'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SlGZ_7TciJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u6Qpbq83R1M/s72-c/n574710489_1318347_8063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-6143806721869175156</id><published>2009-07-04T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:09:18.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Share a Little Love</title><content type='html'>Sunny Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 fecking years. I ought to know by now, to differentiate the happy from the sad, the good from the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was up and about with nothing to do since tennis was cancelled. Reading my old blog entries and having all the different kind of emotions coming through me, a tad scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case some of you guys didn't know, I had numerous blogs in my last 10 years and each time I move to a new address or completely ditch the old one, it means that I had to get over something, crazy huh? And I can't remember the addresses but here are a few (don't bother visiting, I think I have moved them to another address to hide them but will show you the final link where two or three blogs are compiled together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignisredd&lt;br /&gt;1-cent-worth-of-thoughts&lt;br /&gt;lostipseity&lt;br /&gt;exclusively-special&lt;br /&gt;cherified&lt;br /&gt;mishmashtrash&lt;br /&gt;hidingcorner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all I remembered but I am positive that that's not all! And I certainly hope Solitude of Mine is here to stay for good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think I used to write much better than now. I love my entries, I love the angst in them, I love the words I use to portray each feelings and I have to admit that over the years, I lost the wit, lost the touch, lost the language. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each blog has its own different group of readers from different phase of life. And when I move, I don't say. I don't say, no one knows. No one knows, I build up readers from the scratch and only make it known to people who ask and I don't dislike, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're bored and feel like having some good laugh at me and my immature past, www.hidingcorneristhepast.blogspot.com. Like I say, I compiled a couple of blogs in there so should be good to keep one entertained for a while. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading back, it's true. I believe more and more in my life motto now, sorry to keep repeating this but: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the reason why things happened or didn't happen, is because the best has yet to come&lt;/span&gt;. Copyrighted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, by Ham :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, it happened because I wasn't happy, it happened because it wasn't the best for me. It was a wrong step right from the start. The aftermath wasn't even that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some entries about Lynn and am tempted to open up the mailbox again to fish out all her mails but they are all gonna break my heart real bad. Believe it or not, I am still sending her "hey hope you are alright, take care please" mails now and then but there was never a response. Thinking about that hurts and that I can't do anything about it hurts more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how someone you've never met could bring on such a big impact huh? No news is good news. I don't want a day that I receive a mail in my mailbox from her email add but not written by her, saying she has passed on. So for now, I will just continue doing my part to show that there's still someone who's concern with how she's doing and all, even if she's not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese is a beautiful language isn't it? I don't understand how some people can flunk it. Some abstracts from my previous blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"雨天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了避免人潮，走在无雨盖的街上，微微的细雨嘀嗒嘀嗒地落在脸上，也随意地淋湿了淡淡的悲伤。渐渐的，也分辨不出脸上的潮湿，是泪滴还是雨滴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;轻轻吹拂抬头仰望那天空，乌云也已散，细雨并没把悲伤一起带走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伤，依然留在心里，再次陪度一个冰冷的夜晚。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"现实是残酷的，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;确定了不想知道的事实，更是令人心寒……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要开开心心的走下以后的路，就得学会：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要为无法承受的压力而气馁，&lt;br /&gt;不要为无法完成的任务而抱怨，&lt;br /&gt;不要为无法改变的事实而伤感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我……&lt;br /&gt;听懂了，&lt;br /&gt;看清了，&lt;br /&gt;明白了，&lt;br /&gt;同时也，受了一点伤。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. It's always fun looking back at the older days. For now, I will leave that link with you guys to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-6143806721869175156?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6143806721869175156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/share-little-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6143806721869175156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6143806721869175156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/share-little-love.html' title='Share a Little Love'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-6808615575780217757</id><published>2009-06-30T10:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:16:21.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Gokon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Skl8qQXPudI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TGQwiZAdRbY/s1600-h/gokon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Skl8qQXPudI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TGQwiZAdRbY/s400/gokon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352946697495362002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, you guys have heard that me and part of the GoGoGang were going for the Singapore first mass Gokon party right? Here's the "short reflection on the event and the concept of Gokon" since "up to 10 most well-written submissions* will be selected for SDU-SDS' publications, and will each &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;receive a $50 Takashimaya cash voucher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Let me assume that "well-written" submissions does not have to be positive views about the event and they will be big hearted enough to accept honest feedbacks as well instead of lies that people made up just for the $50 Takashimaya cash voucher. I mean, people need true and heartfelt opinions to improve instead of just willing to accept misrepresented and fabricated positive feedbacks. Yeah they may seem good on the surface and if the organiser thought that event went well and maintain that kind of standard, I will really pity the future participants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;When we arrived at 2pm, the queue were already quite long. The registration process seems slow and it's only at 2:50pm that everyone got seated, a good 20mins behind the planned schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;From the website, "&lt;/span&gt;Tuck into a delightful buffet of more than 200 delectable selections, including sashimi, sushi, tempura and more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misleading information. It did not mention that the buffet will only start at 5.30pm and ends at 7.00pm. With one and a half hours and over hundreds of people, what can we eat with there being queues right anywhere, everywhere? Moreover, only selected food choices are made available for us in this 'buffet' concept, not everything on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between 2-5.30pm, the participants were served fingerfood that were cold. Can you imagine? Cold yakitori sticks, tempura, etc. Not forgetting room temperature sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of ice breaking games in the schedule but they were more like the facilitators playing and having fun. The host were not very entertaining either and there were many awkward moments. At the end, it seems like the ice barely melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placement of seats were bad as participants find it really hard to manoeuvre around and socialise - which is supposed to be the main aim of the event, I had thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax over live Jazz band music while you chill with old friends and get to know new ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another misleading information. Like the food, Jazz band only starts after 5:45pm for just that short while, which was a pity cause I thought it sets the mood right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I would have to say that at least the organiser &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; charge an exorbitant amount if not I guess we would feel even more cheated since there wasn't much chances to really socialise and the lads around just throw their cards randomly at anyone without introducing themselves properly, or perhaps lacking the chance to, since there are no space to move around and the people on the table would just stare at the incoming victims who approached, making them keep back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say that its extremely boring either as my table are filled with lovely friends who make the whole event more enjoyable than it is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to add on is that we didn't even get to keep the pretty lanyards as the organiser seems to want to recycle them for the next Gokon event, YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good luck to you, all future participants! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With best regards&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&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/6432560802204589034-6808615575780217757?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6808615575780217757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-gokon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6808615575780217757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6808615575780217757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-gokon.html' title='Let&apos;s Gokon!'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Skl8qQXPudI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TGQwiZAdRbY/s72-c/gokon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-7920552981503049610</id><published>2009-06-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:32:03.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upset'/><title type='text'>=[</title><content type='html'>The feeling sucks bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-7920552981503049610?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7920552981503049610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/7920552981503049610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/7920552981503049610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='=['/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-5296794341928380880</id><published>2009-06-28T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:53:26.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Dream Dream Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't sleep well. I slept through. But, I didn't sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus I was bloody hell dreaming the whole night! It's a good dream, though. That left me helpless and sad when I woke up cause it ain't the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually dreamt that I was attached, to... I guess I shan't tell you guys. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;Damn I must be really lovesick. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha to let you in on a secret, I am gonna head to a speed dating equivalent event in a few hours time! Goddamnit. I didn't even know it was a dating event! It will be held at Shokudu, some Japanese restaurant in Heeren and when the GoGoGang was discussing about it in MSN conference, I wasn't paying attention and had thought it was a Sudoku competition so I said "yeh count me in!" so enthusiatically it traumatised me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only consolation is that there's free flow Sashimi, and we're going in a group of 6. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frigging 5 hours. But it may be good experience though I doubt there'll be any hunks of my type - TDHR (tall, dark, handsome, rich), and that's only the most basic criterias. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that it'll be hell loads of fun! Will blog about it if I can be bothered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa love.&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/6432560802204589034-5296794341928380880?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5296794341928380880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-dream-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5296794341928380880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5296794341928380880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-dream-dream.html' title='Dream Dream Dream'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-3111253836717808713</id><published>2009-06-26T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:01:34.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>First Entry from Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally saw some people utilising the extremely under used tennis courts at St Regis (just beside my office and when I head to the loo, I will always look there - the new and under used baby). If only I am some resident at St Regis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awfully nice and classy man. The buildings, not the tennis court. Tennis court are all the same except that they just repainted the whole damned court =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, having tennis session with Ethan tonight! Can't play tomorrow since I have to come back to work and luckily somebody's available to smack some balls with me. Hurray for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Working hard! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, watching Wimbleton yesterday. The Peng person from China hits her forehanded shot with two hands, damn uncool. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&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/6432560802204589034-3111253836717808713?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3111253836717808713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-entry-from-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3111253836717808713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3111253836717808713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-entry-from-work.html' title='First Entry from Work'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-1475887681681152125</id><published>2009-06-24T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:44:17.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Now Who Says Both Sexes Are Equal and Looks Doesn't Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just bought 3 packs of durians which were supposed to be at $4 each, at $5. I mean, it's common to get 3 packs of $2 at $5 but 3 packs of $4 at $5? Hardly heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad went yesterday and he was quoted 7 packs at $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I want to say that I'm blessed that I am born a female and not on the ugly side. And when I buy things and want to bargain, I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; buy from female cause they are all bitches. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its tested and proven for a million times. All it takes was a short convo which involves just a teeny weeny bit of flirting and there you go, you'll have it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the reality, face it. Looks matter and sexes are not equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacelyn Tay's damn cool. Love her.&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/6432560802204589034-1475887681681152125?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1475887681681152125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-who-says-both-sexes-are-equal-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1475887681681152125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1475887681681152125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-who-says-both-sexes-are-equal-and.html' title='Now Who Says Both Sexes Are Equal and Looks Doesn&apos;t Matter'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-8693055467773466250</id><published>2009-06-21T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:07:38.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evil Thing</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;there was a beautiful little girl,&lt;br /&gt;who lives in a pretty pink house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she fell in love,&lt;br /&gt;with the perfect boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But how would she tell him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-8693055467773466250?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8693055467773466250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/evil-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/8693055467773466250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/8693055467773466250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/evil-thing.html' title='An Evil Thing'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-1055167630837208506</id><published>2009-06-17T09:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:57:22.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Learnt, and Never Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Met up with Mel and Jiamin yesterday after work. Supposed to catch Ghost of Girlfriend's Past but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ta dah&lt;/span&gt;, tickets sold out. Should have booked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chit chatted and catch up a lil here and there with the super busy wonder woman. Okay in actual fact Min and Mel did most of the talking and I just listen - what's new, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I still didn't think I was stupid. Just a phase of life whereby I am actually thankful for that taught me a lot which I would never have the chance to learn if not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I think I grew faster (thinking wise) and stronger despite the fact that it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a painful journey back then but comparing it to others, its so minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think what I've been through helps. Now I get over things so much faster. And I gave my best shot in trying to turn things around, just that it takes two hands to clap and I couldn't do anything else besides that since I have my own principles to adhere to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it is possible. That you set a time for yourself to grieve over things and when the deadline is near, get over, no more tears, no more hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months. That's the timeline I am giving myself for every incident. Seems short and heartless but definitely needed. It is easier when you stop bearing hope and you may not even need 2 months once you've made up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cause, the toughest is the deciding part but once you cross over it, nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leave the past behind (or bring some along just for memories sake), step forward and there will be a brand new path for you to take. Not necessary the path you are yearning for but probably one that may lead you to a place that's more suitable for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold no regrets because things happen for a reason and like I said, it's because the best has yet to 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/6432560802204589034-1055167630837208506?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1055167630837208506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/learnt-and-never-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1055167630837208506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1055167630837208506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/learnt-and-never-again.html' title='Learnt, and Never Again'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-3892584549947985576</id><published>2009-06-15T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:53:02.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><title type='text'>Need</title><content type='html'>I need a tennis (racket) bag. Anyone have one to let? Or anyplace with cheap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lobangs&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-3892584549947985576?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3892584549947985576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3892584549947985576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3892584549947985576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/need.html' title='Need'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-3859108046838290636</id><published>2009-06-14T15:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:47:34.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Photolog - ECP/Steamboat Dinner/Its Raining Pub</title><content type='html'>Pictures are up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp97JBC-I/AAAAAAAAALA/D_pbSjeUBDI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp97JBC-I/AAAAAAAAALA/D_pbSjeUBDI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347085538908244962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CK and JC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp-SOEk8I/AAAAAAAAALY/GWjG9O1yhk4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp-SOEk8I/AAAAAAAAALY/GWjG9O1yhk4/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347085545103463362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our bikes at Bedok Jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp-D9oYPI/AAAAAAAAALI/IOI-iTVkZj8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp-D9oYPI/AAAAAAAAALI/IOI-iTVkZj8/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347085541276410098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp-Zp58OI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cknR_Rwk3Ck/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp-Zp58OI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cknR_Rwk3Ck/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347085547099255010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take 2. Tall, dark handsome random stranger. Damnit didn't ask for number. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp-v0ZtYI/AAAAAAAAALg/aVl3UZIVTJM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp-v0ZtYI/AAAAAAAAALg/aVl3UZIVTJM/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347085553048860034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steamboat dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSqIn2EueI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZW1yTXDX_Uk/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSqIn2EueI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZW1yTXDX_Uk/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347085722707081698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt and CK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSqI0aoKhI/AAAAAAAAALw/A9_-4wukXTo/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSqI0aoKhI/AAAAAAAAALw/A9_-4wukXTo/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347085726081624594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morris joined us for a short while, he's GREAT at Pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSqJDiBJTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IO8DUQQ5Zf4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSqJDiBJTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IO8DUQQ5Zf4/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347085730139153714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girl Power, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSqJAD4ayI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hQsj86cKktI/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSqJAD4ayI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hQsj86cKktI/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347085729207446306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-3859108046838290636?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3859108046838290636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/photolog-ecpsteamboat-dinnerits-raining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3859108046838290636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3859108046838290636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/photolog-ecpsteamboat-dinnerits-raining.html' title='Photolog - ECP/Steamboat Dinner/Its Raining Pub'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSp97JBC-I/AAAAAAAAALA/D_pbSjeUBDI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-919111504989122501</id><published>2009-06-14T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:49:26.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Latest Indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSMOa0pTfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Yvfd5WJ3pqk/s1600-h/Y1TXL-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSMOa0pTfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Yvfd5WJ3pqk/s400/Y1TXL-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347052836941811186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sinned. Gotten this yesterday at $279. Sis is gonna kill me when she finds out, heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great smacking session yesterday and headed out to Queensway to recce for rackets. Didn't want as the ones I heart and felt comfy with are way over budget but went back to get it shortly after. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home to shower and left immediately after that to meet the GoGoGang (a name I conjured up since they are all so super on)  at Paya Lebar to head down to East Coast. Darn it got cheated by Matt as I thought he has a quick way to go ECP. Turned out to be the longest way I had ever taken. Thinking about it, 90% of the time I headed to ECP are by car. LOL. They should made ECP more accessible man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled with JC and CK while Matt and SF bladed (they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zai&lt;/span&gt; man, thank god I didn't join them in blading cus I was too tired from tennis, sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xia suay&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for steamboat dinner. We are all golden mushrooms fanatics. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned for KTV but Mr JC was all for Pub so ALL OF US gave in to him, heh. He's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jiu gui&lt;/span&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homed and lights off at 4+ and woke at 9+. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we shall wait for Matt to upload the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a packed day. I'm blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&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/6432560802204589034-919111504989122501?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/919111504989122501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/latest-indulgence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/919111504989122501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/919111504989122501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/latest-indulgence.html' title='Latest Indulgence'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SjSMOa0pTfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Yvfd5WJ3pqk/s72-c/Y1TXL-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-3614646693346944377</id><published>2009-06-08T19:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:09:18.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Pictures from Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Morris is so efficient that he got the photos uploaded once he could, so credits to him for this post for being the photographer of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just showing you guys some highlights of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz9N0tSUjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mAj6w2QBvxQ/s1600-h/n638921564_2799871_4682931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz9N0tSUjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mAj6w2QBvxQ/s400/n638921564_2799871_4682931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344925271710650930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow Li'en suddenly thought he was a bird and tried to flap his arms frantically without avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8OmKpjlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Y7FfCv06jQQ/s1600-h/4436_109180521564_638921564_2799878_2628157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8OmKpjlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Y7FfCv06jQQ/s400/4436_109180521564_638921564_2799878_2628157_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344924185475518034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the midst of the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had a short game of blackjack which Li'en lost so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8OzW0nFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FF9xEBf8B1w/s1600-h/n638921564_2799879_6840088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8OzW0nFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FF9xEBf8B1w/s400/n638921564_2799879_6840088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344924189016235090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sand bury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8PDeW9EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KNVAwUyKODE/s1600-h/n638921564_2799885_582883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8PDeW9EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KNVAwUyKODE/s400/n638921564_2799885_582883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344924193342813250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he is very happy that he has two D-cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8Ojs-55I/AAAAAAAAAJo/bZF4w6zvMIE/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8Ojs-55I/AAAAAAAAAJo/bZF4w6zvMIE/s400/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344924184814217106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we posed with the new hot babe with 6 packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8cecP07I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JQxkaHcckuY/s1600-h/n638921564_2799903_7499997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8cecP07I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JQxkaHcckuY/s400/n638921564_2799903_7499997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344924423920014258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo after shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8Uf2IgQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BEcNIcdOqwU/s1600-h/n638921564_2799896_8262197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8Uf2IgQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BEcNIcdOqwU/s400/n638921564_2799896_8262197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344924286858068226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our new friends. Okay actually everyone is my new friend except for Li'en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8cVAx_UI/AAAAAAAAAKY/X8Qi47BfZZ4/s1600-h/n638921564_2799904_4113330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz8cVAx_UI/AAAAAAAAAKY/X8Qi47BfZZ4/s400/n638921564_2799904_4113330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344924421388893506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Byebye Sentosa. Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz9N-OlNlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UNNwoYVmYbA/s1600-h/n638921564_2799909_1497910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz9N-OlNlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UNNwoYVmYbA/s400/n638921564_2799909_1497910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344925274266220114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a super random pic on the train to Plaza Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-3614646693346944377?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3614646693346944377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-from-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3614646693346944377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3614646693346944377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-from-yesterday.html' title='Pictures from Yesterday'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Siz9N0tSUjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mAj6w2QBvxQ/s72-c/n638921564_2799871_4682931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-284042614614876144</id><published>2009-06-07T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:18:35.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Sentosa Trip and New Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Supposed to meet at 9:45am at Vivo this morning to go into Sentosa. Apparently among the group the only person I know is Li'en and the rest are his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at 10:00am, Li'en is nowhere to be seen so I gave him a ring. Bloody hell just got out of bed. -_- haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only managed to reach Siloso at about 11? His mates were nice and funny people though. Played volleyball and frisbee, then slack around talking rubbish and tanning at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of 4 strangers turned friends joined us for like 4 short games of 5v5 Ultimate Frisbee. Uber fun. And they were all from SP, my year. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to PS after that and they joined us too. Looks like there will be more activities of such in the future! In fact, next week we're planning to go blading/cycling at East Coast Park already.  Also tennising with Jiamin again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to sun and fun!&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/6432560802204589034-284042614614876144?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/284042614614876144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentosa-trip-and-new-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/284042614614876144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/284042614614876144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentosa-trip-and-new-friends.html' title='Sentosa Trip and New Friends'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-6544547133632891973</id><published>2009-06-06T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:38:35.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Quick Post to Say Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi dudes, this is gonna be a quick post as I'm waiting for time to pass before heading out to library to meet Ken (the dork is just showering now, YUCKS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New workplace is great and colleagues are nice as well. Had an induction whereby all of them have to ask me 1 question each and have to act out the company's motto at the end of it. LOL right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the job for now as it allows me to have my own ideas, finally. Besides that, everything's going great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tennis with Jiamin this morning and played much better than the last time where I ate char kway tiao before that and felt like shit while playing. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was splendid (for me, as I need that tan, haha) and I had a mini tan. Going for the real thing tomorrow at Sentosa with Li'en and his mates. And I actually met Li'en at NUS after tennis just now when I hadn't seen him for years.  Very -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, now come, join me in saying out loud this prayer: MAY THERE BE LOADS OF HANDSOME HUNKS AT SENTOSA TOMORROW. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life rocks without school, projects and exams. I'm very very happy, weeeeee! Getting 8 attacks in tribal war now and that SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to loving life as it is! =D Rushing off now. Love you guys for dropping in everyday even though I hadn't do anything to this damned blog! Work's keeping me busy too! Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-6544547133632891973?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6544547133632891973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-post-to-say-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6544547133632891973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6544547133632891973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-post-to-say-hi.html' title='Quick Post to Say Hi'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-2768250180156986274</id><published>2009-05-28T00:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:43:24.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>And As We Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sh17lLrPfaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uk61bNE0a5I/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sh17lLrPfaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uk61bNE0a5I/s400/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340560611850812834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the feel of this picture after editing so, bear with it! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My personality is so weird that I use to be able to connect with people way older than me or way younger than me but never ever people same age as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was told by quite a number of people when I was still a teenager (around 17-20 year old time) =(, that I was very mature for my age. Back then I was hanging out with people almost a decade older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that's quite true as I really love to listen and converse with older people and get very irritated/agitated when I speak to people of my age group, that being cause I expected them to think like me but they didn't or couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I could communicate with people way younger as there's this sense at the back of my mind that knows they are much younger than me and therefore, entitled to be a little bit more kiddish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, I used to have a lot of patience when hanging out with the kids (not exactly kids - say probably 4-6years younger than me) and that means when I was 20 they are probably 14-16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I outgrew the age (sadly), and became who I am now, I find those kids unbearable. They are disgustingly whiny and just complain complain complain the whole day like as if I am Aunt Agony. I no longer have the patience for them. Probably because of work, because of school and a lot of other factors that I no longer have that luxury of time to entertain them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I can communicate more with people my age now, and I guess that's because my maturity reached the peak for my age and I need to experience more to grow once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not untrue that when I was 17-20 I saw a lot of the walks of life, especially from my older group of friends who bothered to share their experiences with me and let me partake in the discussions which allowed me to step in their shoes to think along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, people drifts and I suppose they have no patience for me anymore too like how I treated the kids. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I had enjoyed the life journey and a big thank you to one and all of you who have played a part, no matter how small, in my largely insignificant life. For I do not have to have it now but reminiscence makes my heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys. =)&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/6432560802204589034-2768250180156986274?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2768250180156986274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-limit-to-patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2768250180156986274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2768250180156986274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-limit-to-patience.html' title='And As We Grow'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sh17lLrPfaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uk61bNE0a5I/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-5583622511386308760</id><published>2009-05-26T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:37:10.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Rainy Days, Love It, or Hate It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the rain that falls on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The weird kind of warmth it brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tingling feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sadness it drains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the rain that falls on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the exam room for the longest time in years. 2 hours 40 minutes. A record that breaks. One more paper to go before I'm freed from exams for the next few years (unless I decided to take up a master course which is likely, probably few years down)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather is perfect. Love the drizzles after pours cause it ain't too cold, ain't too wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&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/6432560802204589034-5583622511386308760?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5583622511386308760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainy-days-love-it-or-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5583622511386308760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5583622511386308760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainy-days-love-it-or-hate-it.html' title='Rainy Days, Love It, or Hate It'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-7894871482072591521</id><published>2009-05-25T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:47:30.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am an official bummer! For one whole week that is. 2 exams to kill and tomorrow is the first yet I have not started on anything. Big time procrastinator but fret not! I will complete it just before the exams. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who knows me better will know that I'm a very light sleeper and I can't take naps cause I just won't fall asleep, no matter how tired I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I managed to amaze myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to textbooks, I can doze off after the first five minutes of glaring at it. Like WHOA?! I didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt;-ing dumplings yesterday at grannies and now my whole body is aching. It's worse than doing exercise man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have hundreds of dumplings. Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want lunch for the rest of the week just hail me! =D I'm like damn free now and I refuse to study. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to textbooks, my personal sleeping pills.&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/6432560802204589034-7894871482072591521?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7894871482072591521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/bummer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/7894871482072591521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/7894871482072591521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-1214037571468261125</id><published>2009-05-23T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:36:05.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope and Wishes'/><title type='text'>And By the Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sheefrvw3mI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DB6ltvAd90s/s1600-h/SNC00254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sheefrvw3mI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DB6ltvAd90s/s400/SNC00254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338910150427205218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've forgot to inform in the previous post that I've gotten my own netbook and skinned it! It's now a pretty reddish pinkish whitish blackish little thing that follows me everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am at Millennial walk after collecting my race pack for next week's marathon (oh yes I've decided to go and kill myself and try to complete the 42km, by walking, yes you read it right). So while you guys are sleeping soundly at 12am next Saturday night, I would be half killing myself, how cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't give in and return the SMS when I thought I had already done so well for the past four days. Now I have to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can do it for four days, I can do it for 10 x four days, and I can do it for 100 x four days and eventually, I can do it for 1000 x 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to forget when there's hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to killing myself. =)&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/6432560802204589034-1214037571468261125?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1214037571468261125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-by-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1214037571468261125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1214037571468261125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-by-way.html' title='And By the Way...'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sheefrvw3mI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DB6ltvAd90s/s72-c/SNC00254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-1735419778450163320</id><published>2009-05-23T10:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:41:24.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>让你们久等了！</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/ShdtZZqFklI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EqsJSgVXN4Q/s1600-h/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/ShdtZZqFklI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EqsJSgVXN4Q/s400/tulips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338856166422581842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear readers, I am back to revive my blog after a short hiatus without notice. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was rushing my assignments which included 2 business/marketing plans and 1 dissertation draft which I had procrastinated from since the start of school till I am 1 week away from the submission date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I proudly declare that I have submitted everything, including a presentation for yesterday's module and I peeped at the lecturer's marking sheet to learn that I've gotten 4 out of 5 points for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Last minute work, works. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was also my last day at work. You know, I always put up a strong front yet I'm damn weak inside. I wasn't exactly 100% happy to leave the place cause my colleagues are really very nice people. It's a concoction of relief and sadness, a very crappy feeling that can never be described with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks had been marvelous (cause big boss went on holidays!), it was basically doing work without stress and yesterday was just SO sad that I had to rush off before they see my eyes filled up with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever it is, I had a good 1 and half years there and there are people who I will always feel indebted to. If only I am those that can bother or have the habit to keep in touch but too bad I'm not, but I will try I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to give them something as a farewell gift real bad but I had no idea what at all but while we were buying back lunch on Thursday, a conversation sparked an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made the the ladies a chain lanyard each, the men gets nothing but they will stand a place in my heart, how's that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not exactly a handicraft person so that takes a lot of effort and its not exactly cheap either. Considering that on Thursday itself, I still have 1 dissertation draft + half a major assignment + 1 presentation slides to do, that's a lot of time taken to make 12 chains of lanyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the time is well worth, I think. I hope they like it and if they use it, I will be remembered! How convenient. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo 1 week free of work but have to study for exams. Sucks. And it only ends on Friday, doubly sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go get movie tickets and then the race pack for Sundown, camp awhile at Millennial Walk Coffee Bean to enjoy life and then come home and wait for time to pass before Night at the Museum 2 tonight! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make full use of the day while I can, before I start trying to study for the silly exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody keen in hanging out at Balaclava at Suntec convention centre every Tues and Thurs 6:30 - 8:30 pm? I'm gonna be a regular there soon, after next week that is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, you love me! Life is full of &lt;strike&gt;roses&lt;/strike&gt; tulips! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to erm, unemployment?&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/6432560802204589034-1735419778450163320?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1735419778450163320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1735419778450163320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/1735419778450163320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_23.html' title='让你们久等了！'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/ShdtZZqFklI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EqsJSgVXN4Q/s72-c/tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-3830299705529649313</id><published>2009-05-13T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:45:50.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Dizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgpr_PMdQcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PszB17d_Tq8/s1600-h/dizzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgpr_PMdQcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PszB17d_Tq8/s400/dizzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335195442728485314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having the worst ever dizzy spells ever right now - lasted since the moment I woke till now.  And I really feel like puking. Let's just hope that the time flies pass so I can plonk myself on the bed immediately once I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this sick before and I just feel like jumping down ending the torture. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to nothing.&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/6432560802204589034-3830299705529649313?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3830299705529649313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/dizzy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3830299705529649313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3830299705529649313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/dizzy.html' title='Dizzy'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgpr_PMdQcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PszB17d_Tq8/s72-c/dizzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-3450595191961244607</id><published>2009-05-12T22:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:27:16.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traits of Man in a Woman&apos;s Body'/><title type='text'>I Want a Netbook =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgmTS92tQlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2e153VpOSZ8/s1600-h/aspire_red03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgmTS92tQlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2e153VpOSZ8/s400/aspire_red03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334957187648012882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edited 11:18 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my latest heart desire. Acer Aspire AOD250. Can anybody buy it for my birthday? You have like 4 months to save up from now. I want it in red &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt; not that ugly blue, thank you very much. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Found the picture in red and changed it from the original blue I've posted. Uber &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chio-ness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I really need to get my hands on that. I heart gadgets! They make my heart goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pom pom tiao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;. I am serious about wanting that as a birthday present. I've done the research. The lowest I saw is around $688 (original selling price = $738). If not, why not all of you give me like, 30 bucks each so I can get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance. *thick skin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just a vulnerable moment and I totally regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've since swore to myself that it will never happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleared everything - mails, photos, text messages. And preparing myself for a brand new life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正所谓，旧的不去，新的不来。加油！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed out loud at the proposition. Buying insurance to save your own ass for the future. - quoting Imelda T. Still showing the most outstanding traits I've seen in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I could be ridiculed like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to lovely technologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-3450595191961244607?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3450595191961244607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-netbook.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3450595191961244607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3450595191961244607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-netbook.html' title='I Want a Netbook =('/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgmTS92tQlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2e153VpOSZ8/s72-c/aspire_red03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-4013860986144512812</id><published>2009-05-11T19:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:40:14.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SggRA9gnxnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/29ETnpezjD8/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SggRA9gnxnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/29ETnpezjD8/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334532466829411954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took off today together with mama and sister. Went Jln Kukoh for sis's favorite fish soup. Made me think about my favorite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bak kut teh&lt;/span&gt;. Haven't been there in a while. I guess I shall drop by sometime this week, alone once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home to nap and head down to Isetan Scotts for a great shopping session. The photo above was taken whilst waiting for mum and sis at the changing room. Bought a couple of casual wear and love them loads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SggSjnZoQ1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/H3E8CIyOygE/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SggSjnZoQ1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/H3E8CIyOygE/s400/me2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334534161701552978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The photo is edited in the way that it covers the imperfections on my face, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy the white shirt in the end and bought it in hot pink and black as I have too many whites and sister is complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is a very brainless post but I just want to say I spent my off day well and enjoyed it a lot. Can't wait for another of such a day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my fam fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 23 on my playlist at the side-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love their 合音, love the music, love the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我总是忘记&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;怎样地不去想起你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我总是怀疑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;你依然相信我的心情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次伤的是你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;每一次刺痛的是我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我紧拥着你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;却经已失去我自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一条漫长路经已走到这里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;走下去我就不再是我自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;然而望着你的背影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;究竟我有勇气几许&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;回头去走那无尽无止的记忆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一条漫长路经已走到这里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;然而分离是否就拥有我自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;因为思念不是当年没有一丝牵挂的你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;寂寞也不是最初的我自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another sweet song another heart-breaking story......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, my favorite picture for the day - can't see face, that's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SggUnLBdrUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nalU0aiQaRY/s1600-h/lv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SggUnLBdrUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nalU0aiQaRY/s400/lv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334536421826735426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the set of pictures I've taken today. Showing the solitude of mine, how apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to shopping with mama (cause she pays)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-4013860986144512812?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4013860986144512812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/4013860986144512812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/4013860986144512812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SggRA9gnxnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/29ETnpezjD8/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-292914609786089520</id><published>2009-05-10T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:18:12.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy Mama's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbCfE6br_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/tMzSzZW-b_k/s1600-h/SNC00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbCfE6br_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/tMzSzZW-b_k/s400/SNC00175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334164647817490418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my mama. That's not my papa. He's the famous local songwriter/composer/singer - Liang Wern Fook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that background seem somewhat familiar to you, no need for a double take. Yes, we went back to Drama Centre Theatre again today as it's the last show of 《天冷》! Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbEf20521I/AAAAAAAAAHA/MkflI9DDJXQ/s1600-h/SNC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbEf20521I/AAAAAAAAAHA/MkflI9DDJXQ/s400/SNC00165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166860239330130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbEfiiTYLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mNOdfQl-t7c/s1600-h/SNC00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbEfiiTYLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mNOdfQl-t7c/s400/SNC00161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166854792601778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbEfULeDlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/U_THgKzjKXs/s1600-h/SNC00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbEfULeDlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/U_THgKzjKXs/s400/SNC00166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166850938736210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbEfPSkPGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Kb-Tv0Syu3s/s1600-h/SNC00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbEfPSkPGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Kb-Tv0Syu3s/s400/SNC00180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166849626324066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbEe3_TY6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Sn1kwEzcRdQ/s1600-h/SNC00187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbEe3_TY6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Sn1kwEzcRdQ/s400/SNC00187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166843371512738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, last but not least, Jo Dong smiling into my camera again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbE8yQTRbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cjOZn-kAR9A/s1600-h/SNC00182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbE8yQTRbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cjOZn-kAR9A/s400/SNC00182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334167357228271026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;闭上眼睛，不是不管，是因为怕眼泪流下被你发现。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;告别时候，不回头看，是因为怕你看出我的不舍得。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;不再见。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to 《天冷》 and I'm really glad it's a sold out musical cause it totally deserves that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-292914609786089520?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/292914609786089520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mamas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/292914609786089520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/292914609786089520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mamas-day.html' title='Happy Mama&apos;s Day'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgbCfE6br_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/tMzSzZW-b_k/s72-c/SNC00175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-2945203671934094080</id><published>2009-05-09T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T03:29:49.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgSICBDfBaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lnqpssWk1wg/s1600-h/flyyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgSICBDfBaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lnqpssWk1wg/s400/flyyyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333537426937677218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's really random but it basically started with Facebook. My former tutor found me and we exchanged a few catch-up wall messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a blissful mother of two now. Envious! Thinking back, it's kinda hilarious how sis and I used to torture her. Apparently she said she can't remember anything like that and that we're two of the more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; students that she had. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I used to ransack her bag, 'confiscate' her pager, irritate her, you know, everything along those stuff. Very very nasty. Sister even mentioned things like "I ask my mother sack you!". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just nice catching up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. And I can't believe it, 2 kids! How time flies. Gosh, I miss those times man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for an impromptu 'me' time at Vivo and subsequently ended up at a pub for a quick drink with TTO followed by Party World! Wonderful man, I love impromptu outings, especially for things I like doing and KTV-ing is certainly one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of non-stop singing heals everything - except that the throat is in bad condition now but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON'T GIVE A DAMN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, it's an extremely happy day doing nothing significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to impromptuness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-2945203671934094080?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2945203671934094080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2945203671934094080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2945203671934094080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgSICBDfBaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lnqpssWk1wg/s72-c/flyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-5970683227758913652</id><published>2009-05-08T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:11:19.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope and Wishes'/><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgOix4U2HUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/frpgVqGN62g/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgOix4U2HUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/frpgVqGN62g/s400/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333285361553907010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my amazement, the first outsider that noticed the change in my hair is someone I never knew exist - an Indian stallholder whom I have never bought food from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Interesting ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, don't think just because you don't know, nobody is looking. Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; start digging your nose in public where you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; there's no one there because you'll never know who is/are looking. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm not gutsy. It does take a lot of guts to chop off the hair just like that and there's probably a part of me that regretted but still at that point in time, you just have to force yourself to remain in that chair until the first snip is made, any struggles thereafter are useless already because that very snip marks the start of the irreversible change, the significant change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever it is, I am glad I manage to make the change. Had been a few years since I donned short hair and it certainly is the end to the past 22+ years of my life. I will officially move out of the Science industry in no time and do what I like (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the aftermath, all I can conclude is that: The reason why things happened or didn't happen, is because the best has yet to come. That's my motto for the time being =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can say that now, but before the best comes, you feel like you are living in a pile of shit - huge, huge pile of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to slowly pick up and piece up the other parts of my life. This is just the beginning and I'm going to come back stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to 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/6432560802204589034-5970683227758913652?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5970683227758913652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/stranger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5970683227758913652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5970683227758913652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgOix4U2HUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/frpgVqGN62g/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-633023394212874037</id><published>2009-05-07T20:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:59:01.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>When I Say It, I Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgLVRqyB5gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xBMRV4ziBUo/s1600-h/P07-05-09_20.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgLVRqyB5gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xBMRV4ziBUo/s400/P07-05-09_20.03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333059408278709762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;说得到，做得到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我已剪短我的发 剪断了牵挂 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;剪一地不被爱的分岔 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;长长短短 短短长长 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;一吋一吋在挣扎 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我已剪短我的发 剪断了惩罚 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;剪一地伤透我的尴尬 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;反反覆覆 清清楚楚 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;一刀两断 你的情话 你的谎话  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMYKINS! Pictures will be uploaded tomorrow or some time later cus they're with sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's very depressing to hear so many couples breaking up, what's worse is that they don't even know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't love you anymore&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not the one for me&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, ouch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blessings to my dearest friends. I won't bug you guys, but you know I'll be there when you need a pair of listening ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chins up, stay strong and walk over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to my new cool hair. Not used to it, but definitely growing to like it, no pun intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-633023394212874037?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/633023394212874037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-say-it-i-do-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/633023394212874037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/633023394212874037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-say-it-i-do-it.html' title='When I Say It, I Do It'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgLVRqyB5gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xBMRV4ziBUo/s72-c/P07-05-09_20.03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-5200056840377998931</id><published>2009-05-07T10:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:37:42.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope and Wishes'/><title type='text'>The Happiest Person Alive At This Very Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgJFFut9EyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9MFoHbxFHt0/s1600-h/bright-vibrant-colors-thumb3466346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgJFFut9EyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9MFoHbxFHt0/s400/bright-vibrant-colors-thumb3466346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332900873502528290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amazing how a world filled with dull emptiness two days ago could transform itself into a world filled with vibrant colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed a soundless scream, but it was heard.&lt;br /&gt;I cried without molecules of water, but it was seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I scream, with the deafening sound - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MADE IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry, the tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turnaround, a brand new chance to redeem my damned life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes, tell me that - that I'm the happiest person alive this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can finally direct my concentration to everything else. Especially my schoolwork which is undone since day 1 - 3 projects mind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I silly-ly didn't want to visit my own blog cause the songs (check out my playlist of If There're Seasons...!) reminds me of the play and somehow makes me feel extremely depressed or rather, doubly depressed considering the state that I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its different now, I am floating high up and nothing can bring me down (for now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, at this moment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;). So the songs will be in repeat mode once again. And I'm back to my cheerful, irritating blogging style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hooooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... more things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to hopes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: I will be getting a hair cut, yes, SHORT. A cut to mark everything new. So don't be in shock the next time you see me because I will look damn different, but still full of vibrancy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beg, borrow, steal, I will gather the amount of bucks required to make this change. HAILING SISTERRRR!&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/6432560802204589034-5200056840377998931?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5200056840377998931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiest-person-alive-at-this-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5200056840377998931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5200056840377998931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiest-person-alive-at-this-very.html' title='The Happiest Person Alive At This Very Moment'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SgJFFut9EyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9MFoHbxFHt0/s72-c/bright-vibrant-colors-thumb3466346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-497652783335791459</id><published>2009-05-05T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:33:28.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope and Wishes'/><title type='text'>Lost It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sf_dMyt2ZyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sy4P0b66ODM/s1600-h/Black_desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sf_dMyt2ZyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sy4P0b66ODM/s400/Black_desert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332223695672207138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm having this really empty feeling right now, the kind that I am feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bo chup&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every single thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow to come. Can't wait for the results to be announced. Can't wait to change my damn it fucked-up life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My only hope, to make it through the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been through this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You screamed, yet there's no sound.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You cried, yet there's no tears.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right, welcome to the world of void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, to whatever that can lift me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-497652783335791459?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/497652783335791459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/497652783335791459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/497652783335791459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-it.html' title='Lost It'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sf_dMyt2ZyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sy4P0b66ODM/s72-c/Black_desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-2665584623187830954</id><published>2009-05-04T17:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:52:03.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upset'/><title type='text'>等，等，等</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;最爱的 CD 不停的播放着，竟然在不注意时，会有一阵莫名的感动和感慨，还会很想掉眼泪。 不知道是不是因为想起戏剧中的情节，还是因为自己现在的状况不太理想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;期待的那一天已经到了，但却并不是我想要的消息。 有需要再等多几天。等，是一个漫长又痛苦的事情。我不爱等，我讨厌等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实想嫌也轮不到我啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一些些的希望还是存在的，只要我懂得把握，人生的大转变，一定会属于我，所以这一次，我一定要好好加油。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好喜欢 CD 里的每一首曲子，如果早知道《天冷》那么感人，我肯定会买两场戏的票，再回去体会多一次里面种种的情感，可惜的是，场场爆满。只能希望几年后会再重演。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为自己干一个杯！加油加油加油!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-2665584623187830954?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2665584623187830954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2665584623187830954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2665584623187830954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='等，等，等'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-6036372261271629683</id><published>2009-05-02T21:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:59:03.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxPehdON2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/GZTTR0nITXQ/s1600-h/jodonggechan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxPehdON2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/GZTTR0nITXQ/s400/jodonggechan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331223444695431010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya' know, I'm really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsessed &lt;/span&gt;with 《天冷》 that I dragged mama to head down to Drama Centre Theatre again this afternoon to get my album autographed. Pardon my humongous face but there you see beside me are my new favorite theatre casts. Introducing to you, Joanna Dong and George Chan, the main leads from 《天冷》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxaE4jNSKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kURdy0XNWCQ/s1600-h/P1030590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxaE4jNSKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kURdy0XNWCQ/s400/P1030590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331235098845857954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing Chew (石欣惠) is being totally blocked by my gigantic head and I am feeling really guilty for not being able to take a shot with her. It was just impossible as people are there queuing behind me and I have to make my choice to take one quick snap, so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to make up for it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxR3DKkGqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FVuOtYQgZhw/s1600-h/P1030575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxR3DKkGqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FVuOtYQgZhw/s400/P1030575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331226065084095138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxR3iinhQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oCcdxN9-Zyc/s1600-h/P1030576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxR3iinhQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oCcdxN9-Zyc/s400/P1030576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331226073506481410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxR3xG2eUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nBRGe67r2BY/s1600-h/P1030578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxR3xG2eUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nBRGe67r2BY/s400/P1030578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331226077416552770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxR4KPn57I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jFJ-Z1HPcwQ/s1600-h/P1030585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxR4KPn57I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jFJ-Z1HPcwQ/s400/P1030585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331226084164233138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxR4Uh5RUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/whKAlZUzT8E/s1600-h/P1030584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxR4Uh5RUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/whKAlZUzT8E/s400/P1030584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331226086925223234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, Jo Dong smiling into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; camera!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxSczLIcgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/M7f1rBLE_Lo/s1600-h/Jodong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxSczLIcgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/M7f1rBLE_Lo/s400/Jodong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331226713626538498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay FYI, I really adore charismatic women. They just have the oomphs that makes you feel like crap (comparing yourself to them) but yet you still love them. Don't get what I mean? Nevermind, not for you to know. Simply put, I think capable ladies are very admirable and I really look up to them as compared to an equally capable man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy person today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“这里只有天气，没有季节，我很想看看下雪……”&lt;br /&gt;“这里只有天气，没有季节，但这里有爱，有情……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zai&lt;/span&gt; female species!&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/6432560802204589034-6036372261271629683?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6036372261271629683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/obsession.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6036372261271629683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/6036372261271629683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfxPehdON2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/GZTTR0nITXQ/s72-c/jodonggechan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-987513524623249963</id><published>2009-04-30T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:39:08.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope and Wishes'/><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sfm3E9cGhoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7vYK-gGx2Ks/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sfm3E9cGhoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7vYK-gGx2Ks/s400/hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330492929809483394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;希望越大，失望就越大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即时倒数&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;四天&lt;/span&gt;。 加油加油加油！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为希望干个杯！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-987513524623249963?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/987513524623249963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/987513524623249963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/987513524623249963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sfm3E9cGhoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7vYK-gGx2Ks/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-4267071599521130506</id><published>2009-04-29T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:20:34.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrNQcvczD3A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrNQcvczD3A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone lived in a pretty how town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(with up so floating many bells down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spring summer autumn winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He sang his didn't he danced his did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Women and men(both little and small)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cared for anyone not at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They sowed their isn't they reaped their same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun moon stars rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. After 《天冷》 I can't stop having the scenes flashback over and over again. The whole play is like running through my mind non-stop for the past few days and I finally can't resist the temptation to get the CD even though it costs like mad expensive and  that I am mad broke. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no regrets. =) I love the play and I would go see it again and again if I have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moolahs&lt;/span&gt;. I hope they turn it into a DVD or something. This is going to sound noobish and kiddish but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SINGAPORE PRODUCTION ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, &lt;a href="http://www.joannadong.com/"&gt;Joanna Dong&lt;/a&gt; got herself 2 more fans =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! &lt;3333333333333 me =""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-4267071599521130506?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4267071599521130506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/4267071599521130506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/4267071599521130506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-7069244837272728544</id><published>2009-04-27T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:58:59.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traits of Man in a Woman&apos;s Body'/><title type='text'>Leaving My Footprints Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfXVLZV7RGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ICEzINdtMOI/s1600-h/print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfXVLZV7RGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ICEzINdtMOI/s400/print.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329400125820978274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/tribal-wars.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I grew my village okay and managed to conquer some villages but now I'm the target for attacks from several players at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting hard for the last breath and it's taking away all my time and brain juice. I'm tired. Yes, over a game. And I am going to stop playing if I die. Which is probably good as well since it carries a lot of unwanted memories and an end will cut the last connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind if none of you understand what I mean, just for record sake so one day I will read back and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;爱过，所以会痛。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;有痛苦，也因为曾拥有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to wars!&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/6432560802204589034-7069244837272728544?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7069244837272728544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving-my-footprints-behind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/7069244837272728544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/7069244837272728544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving-my-footprints-behind.html' title='Leaving My Footprints Behind'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfXVLZV7RGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ICEzINdtMOI/s72-c/print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-3799540641988916730</id><published>2009-04-26T20:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:00:06.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Dream and Love Does Not Co-Exist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfRWUEzeTeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3ewH0BvYyrQ/s1600-h/if+there+re+seasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfRWUEzeTeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3ewH0BvYyrQ/s400/if+there+re+seasons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328979161973149154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday noon was spent on my favorite past time! Catching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If There're Seasons...&lt;/span&gt; with my loved ones and as an advance gift to mum for being the most wonderful mama in the whole wide world (Mother's day + her birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;. Singapore's productions are really getting better and better. A really touching and heart wrenching story that made me tear-ed at least 5 times on separate scenes and I certainly learned a lot from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that the leads made that choice they made in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all, do catch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If There're Seasons... &lt;/span&gt;if you have the time. It's a really heartwarming play and the money will totally be worth it. A great theatre to catch with your special ones. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damned looking forward to SING Dollar. Is anybody interested? If not I will get my family to enjoy it with me again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;生命转捩点。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;过去毕竟是过去，将来也不属于我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;我明白，我了解，我放手。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheers to the greatest love!&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/6432560802204589034-3799540641988916730?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3799540641988916730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-and-love-does-not-co-exist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3799540641988916730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3799540641988916730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-and-love-does-not-co-exist.html' title='Dream and Love Does Not Co-Exist'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfRWUEzeTeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3ewH0BvYyrQ/s72-c/if+there+re+seasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-8418128836021911984</id><published>2009-04-24T19:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:18:50.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Bus Ride Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Mosquitoes have 47                              teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfGiSueIikI/AAAAAAAAADg/uKdCD3pDN3M/s1600-h/bus+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfGiSueIikI/AAAAAAAAADg/uKdCD3pDN3M/s400/bus+ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328218276751772226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had an interesting bus ride home - a great way to end the work week. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I got on the bus and there's this guy/boy who boarded the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fairly crowded &lt;/span&gt;bus with me and started singing out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;. Upon closer inspection, he turned out to be an ACJC boy. I don't know, it's quite irritating - the fact that it seems out of tune (though I have zero idea what's the song). I even tried to make eye contact with him so that he will feel embarrassed and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my extreme horror, he met my eyes, I glared at him with that what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you look and he continued singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few bus stops and some more torturing from his out-of-tuned singing later, he actually got out his phone and started blasting a song I'd never heard before, sang by a women, and sang along. ~_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I am so certain he's out of tuned. Thank God he got down a while later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this quite pretty mother (tanned, around mid to late 20s) carrying her baby who's about a couple of months old. The baby is really really really adorable! And she sat next to me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a fun time. Not because I was playing with the kid but I was watching all the adults making funny faces, trying to make the baby laugh. It's hilarious I tell you - to see a 30+ man sticking his tongue out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's soooo cute and I'm almost certain he'll grow up to be a handsome man. I want babies! 10 of them! Pinch-able! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to fun bus rides!&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/6432560802204589034-8418128836021911984?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8418128836021911984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/bus-ride-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/8418128836021911984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/8418128836021911984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/bus-ride-home.html' title='The Bus Ride Home'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SfGiSueIikI/AAAAAAAAADg/uKdCD3pDN3M/s72-c/bus+ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-5260541083496759974</id><published>2009-04-13T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:01:24.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Another Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SeLjRL_-9sI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IUQs7rDHpNY/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SeLjRL_-9sI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IUQs7rDHpNY/s400/aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324067593923786434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've done up sister's blog template and I think its a damn simple yet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt; but the most important factor is that she loves it. For that, I'm happy too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how I didn't even bother to do up my page cus I have "no time" and yet a simple comment from her and I did it at once. Damn I really love others more than I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite shopping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;khaki&lt;/span&gt; (cus she pays for me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SeLmE0ZgNqI/AAAAAAAAADY/oTj-z5I7Qf8/s1600-h/sisandme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SeLmE0ZgNqI/AAAAAAAAADY/oTj-z5I7Qf8/s400/sisandme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324070679964825250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21. Single. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chio&lt;/span&gt;. For Sale. Visit her banging blog at &lt;a href="http://www.clairvoyantly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clairvoyantly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's yet another Monday, sigh. I'm just glad it's ending in a few hours time. Can't wait for Sat man, finally the day to catch CATS with G at Esplanade! The last I had been there was with Vanessa and her friend whom I can't really recall the name at this instant (I'm getting very bad at remembering names and that's bad) which was like 2 years plus ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I'm not exactly excited about the show cause I don't know what's the story's about but that it is a major production. Will read up on it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie doks, read up and it's pretty interesting. Now, I'm looking forward to it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaozzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to musical plays! &lt;33333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-5260541083496759974?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5260541083496759974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5260541083496759974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/5260541083496759974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Another Round'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SeLjRL_-9sI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IUQs7rDHpNY/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-2978282608219012616</id><published>2009-04-11T11:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:26:00.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Moneeeey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SeASKuYQnLI/AAAAAAAAADI/2MqnBx5LvuM/s1600-h/singdollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SeASKuYQnLI/AAAAAAAAADI/2MqnBx5LvuM/s400/singdollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323274735009701042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to watch that! It's SEBASTIAN TAN once again! Damn worth it can. Firstly its at Esplanade theatre, secondly, it consists of all the big names in SG - Dim Sum Dollies (Pam Oei, Selena Tan and Emma Yong), Lim Kay Siu (I didn't know he is balding but thats besides the point), Hossan Leong, Kumar and SEBASTIAN TAN. I am affirmative that it's gonna be sold out so please book your tickets early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hardcore fan so I'm trying to psycho everyone who loves play to go catch it! They should really employ me as their sales and marketing exec man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's all the way in July and that's a really long wait. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fwah&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just 贱 by nature. Tell you this and that that you are doing is incorrect and not advisable, but do it themselves so that they can surpass you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Mr Beng!&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/6432560802204589034-2978282608219012616?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2978282608219012616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-watch-that-its-sebastian-tan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2978282608219012616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2978282608219012616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-watch-that-its-sebastian-tan.html' title='Moneeeey'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SeASKuYQnLI/AAAAAAAAADI/2MqnBx5LvuM/s72-c/singdollar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-7730825238560084712</id><published>2009-04-08T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:37:23.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SdwZ54fIJQI/AAAAAAAAADA/xWucg2I1zo0/s1600-h/fml.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SdwZ54fIJQI/AAAAAAAAADA/xWucg2I1zo0/s400/fml.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322157341851264258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was chatting with King Khang yesterday and he referred me to this link that is so LOL: &lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another few minutes of chat I went to bed and I received a message from him and the exchange is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;King Khang: Tonight, a girl is going to have sweet dreams about me and how we got tgt and spend the rest of our lives tft. She ban me from soccer. FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Tonight, a boy's soccer ball will be deflated by a needle and when he wakes up in the morning, he insist its me who does it. FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;King Khang: I am a man. She keeps calling me a boy. FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: A boy keeps saying he is a man, can't prove it, but ask me to call him a man. FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;King Khang: A girl said she was going to sleep about 20 mins ago. She's still awake. She lied. FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha. Senseless, brainless, stupid, yet still funny to me. Go visit the FML site please, just to kill your boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily blogging only to realise that my supervisor was standing behind me. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to f-ing YOUR life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-7730825238560084712?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7730825238560084712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/7730825238560084712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/7730825238560084712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SdwZ54fIJQI/AAAAAAAAADA/xWucg2I1zo0/s72-c/fml.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-392637184538807305</id><published>2009-04-03T23:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:10:03.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upset'/><title type='text'>Idiocy and What's Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SdY0FpD1QQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kmYS-28pXHM/s1600-h/redundancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SdY0FpD1QQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kmYS-28pXHM/s400/redundancy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320497281310736642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I really feel like I'm the stupidest person in the whole world for putting in this much and getting shits back. And it boils down to whether its really worth it and then, "WHY BOTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;?!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, don't make the night seem/appear to be near perfect only to spoil it by letting out that your heart wasn't actually here cause it hurts BAD, like you can't wait for it to be done so you could go where your heart is at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to idiocy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-392637184538807305?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/392637184538807305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/idiocy-and-whats-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/392637184538807305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/392637184538807305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/idiocy-and-whats-not.html' title='Idiocy and What&apos;s Not'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/SdY0FpD1QQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kmYS-28pXHM/s72-c/redundancy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-4169419111381361503</id><published>2009-03-30T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:35:37.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Bluey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc-hGSO67xI/AAAAAAAAACY/0DDpSutyctE/s1600-h/Monday+Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc-hGSO67xI/AAAAAAAAACY/0DDpSutyctE/s400/Monday+Blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318646814293552914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy crap it's Monday again! Thank god I've ended my rounds for morning media monitoring duty last week which means, I get to have 20 more minutes of sleep (which is not exactly a lot but oh well?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope my leave for Thursday gets approve and I get to hit the K-box (after 90295628394 days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###########################################&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the lot of the Sunday at G's place which was quite enjoyable except for the &lt;strike&gt;fat&lt;/strike&gt; fact that his mouth just can't stop eating and it irritates me to hell cause I'm pretty sure I will have to hug a globe soon. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Chicken is a total rip off. Enough said. We could have gotten 6 set of KFC's two piece meals with that kind of ridiculous price. Boycott it, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay earthlings, gotta get to bed for my 6 hours of sleep. How demoralising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to... Monday blues?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-4169419111381361503?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4169419111381361503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/bluey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/4169419111381361503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/4169419111381361503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/bluey.html' title='Bluey'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc-hGSO67xI/AAAAAAAAACY/0DDpSutyctE/s72-c/Monday+Blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-3224309188109585313</id><published>2009-03-28T23:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:31:37.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasured'/><title type='text'>Happy Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc5I5vQ_4KI/AAAAAAAAABo/iANxza6Yru4/s1600-h/Confession"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc5I5vQ_4KI/AAAAAAAAABo/iANxza6Yru4/s400/Confession" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318268366748639394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught Confessions of a Shopaholic with family and G. It's the kind of show that if you see a couple entering the theatre, it's a 0.9 probability that the girl force the guy to accompany her to watch kind - bimbotic chick flicks (my fave genre &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, wahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, it was really good in the sense that it is senseless but yet we all had a great laugh, even when thinking back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially it was just sister &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jio&lt;/span&gt;-ing me for the show days before, when its commercial was on. Then she turned to dad who was sitting beside us at that time and asked whether he's interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE NODDED VIGOROUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like WTH dad! Laughed my arse off at his action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah it's a really light hearted show so if any of you are feeling stressed up from anything, Confessions of a Shopaholic is highly recommended okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;############################################&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G finally had his news specs done at sister's shop. I had been bugging him to do it ever since day 1. Alas, god helped me and made him crush his old ugly pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late he had been making this expression that could make me laugh uncontrollably because it made him looks like Master Oogway from Kung Fu Panda. Tsk tsk, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc5Muiq8yMI/AAAAAAAAABw/duVh3GcPz-o/s1600-h/masterwugui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc5Muiq8yMI/AAAAAAAAABw/duVh3GcPz-o/s400/masterwugui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318272572435777730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to shopping like a shopaholic and not confessing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-3224309188109585313?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3224309188109585313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-day-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3224309188109585313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/3224309188109585313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-day-out.html' title='Happy Day Out'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc5I5vQ_4KI/AAAAAAAAABo/iANxza6Yru4/s72-c/Confession' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-979798365564923980</id><published>2009-03-28T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:50:17.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Price Hike at This Time?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc2O1DXSmNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wb2EIMHebSE/s1600-h/big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc2O1DXSmNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wb2EIMHebSE/s400/big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318063777081628882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to be a humongous fan of Big Gulp but stopped somehow for I don't know what reason, probably cause I have no time at all to enter a 7-11 or perhaps the store itself isn't as convenient as it is marketed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horror itself unleashed on me when I decided to get a cup of my former favourite drink. Hell price hiked by 50 cents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hello? Management of 7-Eleven? What the hell are you doing at this kind of critical timing? Sucking our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moolahs&lt;/span&gt; off when people are suffering from paycuts and retrenchments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine this poor retrenched chap walks into the store thinking: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhhh, a Big Gulp at 7-Eleven is only $1.60 while if I buy it at Macs it will cost me $1.80 for a smaller cup, not worth it to go with my $2 double cheeseburger. I shall get Big Gulp to go with my double cheeseburger, and *eureka!*, I save 20 cents and get to drink more!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor victim then proceed to get his choice of drinks and when at the counter, while digging out $1.60 worth of coins, the storeperson says: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir, 50 cents more!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled up with drinks&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; liao&lt;/span&gt; don't want also can't already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNS 7-Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told sister that there should be a day in Singapore each year that it is made compulsory for all retail stores to bring the price down to back in the 70s, where one meal for two may cost lesser that $2, clothes priced dirt cheap, and all the luxury brands stores are to be closed for business for that day. A day we call, "Back in the 70s" an annual event. Don't you all agree?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a treat for all poor souls in SG working so hard yet getting peanuts. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ptooi&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to "Back in the 70s"!&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/6432560802204589034-979798365564923980?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/979798365564923980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-used-to-be-humongous-fan-of-big-gulp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/979798365564923980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/979798365564923980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-used-to-be-humongous-fan-of-big-gulp.html' title='Price Hike at This Time?!'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc2O1DXSmNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wb2EIMHebSE/s72-c/big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-2756941157088862069</id><published>2009-03-28T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:40:37.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traits of Man in a Woman&apos;s Body'/><title type='text'>Got a Few Minutes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc2k8Fs_G7I/AAAAAAAAABg/re-IRAsco0U/s1600-h/tribalwar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc2k8Fs_G7I/AAAAAAAAABg/re-IRAsco0U/s400/tribalwar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318088087224392626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tribal Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMD, I lost all my troops this morning thinking that the neighbour is an easy target. F-ing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xin tong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you as bored as Yours Truly yet busy at work everyday? Join Ken and I at Tribal Wars: &lt;a href="http://www.tribalwars.net/4609430.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.tribalwars.net/4609430.html&lt;/a&gt; where it will just take a few minutes of your time each day and yet gives you the adrenaline rush each time an attack is launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I need to stop talking about cars, games, gadgets and what's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Tribal Wars! *oooops*&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/6432560802204589034-2756941157088862069?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2756941157088862069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/tribal-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2756941157088862069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/2756941157088862069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/tribal-wars.html' title='Got a Few Minutes?'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc2k8Fs_G7I/AAAAAAAAABg/re-IRAsco0U/s72-c/tribalwar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432560802204589034.post-4864506047321130406</id><published>2009-03-26T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:54:42.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traits of Man in a Woman&apos;s Body'/><title type='text'>My Current Eye Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc2FVS5keLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j_RZZAdNdx8/s1600-h/Terios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc2FVS5keLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j_RZZAdNdx8/s400/Terios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318053335891474610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The car that can make my heart goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pom pom tiao&lt;/span&gt; at the rate of 200bpm whenever I see it on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yumilicious&lt;/span&gt;. Ever since I tried driving the YRV a couple of years ago (modified &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vroom vroom&lt;/span&gt; version!), I have truly madly deeply fallen in love with Daihatsu cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Terios is so ruggard and tough it makes me goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; like as if its taking control over me, and I let it, willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Terios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432560802204589034-4864506047321130406?l=solitudeofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4864506047321130406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-current-eye-candy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/4864506047321130406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432560802204589034/posts/default/4864506047321130406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solitudeofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-current-eye-candy.html' title='My Current Eye Candy'/><author><name>cmsj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002273325157182352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sgg2-Z-gsAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gyp4_9wgW3o/S220/mee2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMlhd6cFe0/Sc2FVS5keLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j_RZZAdNdx8/s72-c/Terios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
