<?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-19569182</id><updated>2011-10-30T02:44:00.918+08:00</updated><category term='It&apos;s a damn thing'/><title type='text'>Modern World.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-8205933110524123336</id><published>2011-10-30T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T02:44:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Letting go of someone you once truly cared about possibly is one of the most common thing we all face from time to time. The sad truth is that no one really ever masters it - there are no simple guides or steps to follow that could mitigate any difficulty involved. We all fall at the mercy of turning this uncomfortable, to say the least, situation into something that we can, with dignity, look back and reminisce the "good old days". &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;What then is a smart way around it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I figure there is no easy way; and it is probably not worthy trying to discover any. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I really hate this. I absolutely thought I had moved on to a happy place where I could roam around alone with the greatest of ease, with no tinge of regrets that I may have missed out on anyone. But the 'aha' moment when all previous efforts have failed seeped right from underneath. What happens when someone cannot put down his cellphone for one second during a movie and you clearly know it is someone in particular; not just A person. Firstly, it is rather impolite to be engaging in another conversation whilst being with another person. But that really is not the issue that's bugging us, isn't it? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Who the hell is he talking to?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;That is the question. Some of us may choose to coyly intrude and fake an inquiry; others like myself choose to silently (or schemingly) peep over the corner of our eyes or end up making uninformed, wild guesses and eventually write about those heavy insecurities. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Another question to ask myself is: why do you care? I wish I could say "I don't" with the most callous tone possible; but like I always think: some people just get under your skin, and stay there. No matter how much you try to erase them from one part of your life, the remnants of those memories are just docile, not non-existent. That simply translates, "you're screwed for this person, embrace it and live your life". &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I guess I am not really bothered by the fact that he's meeting someone new. As a friend, I truly am grateful that he had finally gone over the needy, self-trolling phase and now into a vibrant and young-again state of mind. That is crucial to anyone - especially, when you need the confidence to attract new mates. True story: upon returning from Europe, I experienced a surge in popularity that I can't really explain except maybe because I had this aura of fresh and seen-the-world attitude that some find appealing. But I digress, that shall be a story for another time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;So, at this point, you may wonder, what point am I driving at? What do I intend to do about it? Well, this warrants a serious consideration of my current emotional connection with this person and we will just have to act from there. Lying and game-playing are not really my strong suits. But disappointingly, I think they are his.  I will not be coerced into any pivotal decisions quickly nor will I allow myself to get obsessed with this all over again. I think it is about time I be cool about whatever goes on around me. I shall not ask whether there has been complete moving on for I can't be sure myself. But one thing for sure, there is never an end to this, until we both see each other in a different light or stop treating each other like a back-up plan. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;How can you decide, if there is any value left in the relationship? Do you stick around to find out, or would you just leave?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-8205933110524123336?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/8205933110524123336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=8205933110524123336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/8205933110524123336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/8205933110524123336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2011/10/letting-go-of-someone-you-once-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1141004343812068115</id><published>2009-10-08T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:39:54.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the day I finally have the chance to recollect on what had happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a trip to Taiwan and had lots of fun with Eric and Darren. We ate, shopped, clubbed, sight-see, cam-whored, and had fantastic Taiwanese delicacies throughout the whole seven days. There was so much to see and explore but Taipei is not for any lazy person who just prefers laying down and bask in the sun during a vacation (or perhaps we did not explore the more beauty spots of the country). Instead, you find noise, garbage, city lights all over the streets at night, with random groups of people being rowdy. This is the city life. The kind of adventurous lifestyle that some yearn - Chinese food at 2 am, yellow taxis at any time of the day and the efficient metro line. I love it. I love the fact that it's not perfect. Like any other busy cities, there's bound to be some undesirable, unethical even, activities looming at the corner of the street or at some secluded alley. It's exciting! It's PG-13 fun. It's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping was my primary objective there - hence the ridiculous spending that is evident from my crazy credit card bills and cashless new Bottega Veneta wallet upon my arrival back in Singapore. But I spent most of the money on stuff for my family: an Adidas jacket for my Dad, a real pretty Coach handbag for Mum, some boots for Da Jie, a tote school-bag for Er Jie and another Adidas jacket for Joan.  For myself, just a simple BV wallet, lots of T shirts, a RICOH Professional GR DIGITAL III, and some other miscellaneous expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've exhausted a lot of funds for this trip. How am I suppose to support another trip to Taiwan again, during Christmas period?! Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll try and upload some fantastic photos I took with my Pro Cam. Some other time when I'm really free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things aside, the reason why I only had the time to type this post is because for the past few days, I've been attending my grand-uncle's funeral service. He passed away the night I returned at about 1-2am on 3 October 2009. He was brought home to receive further treatment after the docs gave a very bleak account of his recovery. We wanted to administer Chinese medicine instead but because of the high content of antibiotics in his system, we had to wait for the medicine to wear off before we can feed him the Chinese medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it didn't work out for him. The funeral took place over a span of five days and finally ended yesterday evening. Everybody was exhausted from the grieving, late nights and ensuring the best care for my uncle during the whole cause of this funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'm too tired to write now, good night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-1141004343812068115?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1141004343812068115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1141004343812068115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1141004343812068115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1141004343812068115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-day-i-finally-have-chance-to.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-6944332809810168886</id><published>2009-09-07T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:48:45.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was recently introduced to our Miss Singapore World 2009 - Ms Ris Low. She is one true legend. She's brave and extremely fashion-forward in the Merliony dress and proves to be incredibly entertaining. She makes me wanna go BOOMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help but think about the ageing phenomenon. I was told I look older than my age and it somehow really bothered me. I mean I'm not some superficial freak who only cares about my looks but geez it's not complimenting to be commented as being older looking. I don't strive to look 15 but give me the decency of calling me 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I remember being overly eager to grow up. The want to be an adult and do what adults do. The crave to be self-responsible and not having to answer to anyone else all the time. Basically, I just wanted to remove the shackles of over-protectiveness (not that it really happened). But now, as I become older and wiser, I start to think about the carefree times we used to have and those innocent moments where everything else didn't matter except us being happy like there's no worries at the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has ageing made us reluctant to face the realness of life? Are we always pessimistic about the impending future? Has this society become cynical where positive thinking is irrelevant? At 30, 40 or even 50, what would we think of our world and ourselves? Are we always going to want to feel younger or at one point in time, will we just stop and accept the fact that time wouldn't be good on any of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why did our childhood selves want to grow up faster? Were we overly curious? Do human beings always desire what seems elusive and out of reach? And now that we are experiencing it, are we able to really enjoy all aspects of adulthood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-6944332809810168886?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/6944332809810168886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=6944332809810168886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6944332809810168886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6944332809810168886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-recently-introduced-to-our-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-992428405260252554</id><published>2009-08-18T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:29:39.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling kinda crappy now probably because I have to return to hell in a couple of hours' time. Going back to camp is something I dread every other day especially Sundays. There's just too much emptiness there. It's cold, boring and a waste of time and youth. At this age, I should be getting educated, making life choices or better yet, non-stop partying. Yet, I'm stuck in this place of endless moodiness. It's tough, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it becomes easier to picture it in a different way - to see it like I'm working in the corporate world, and I'm basically on a two-year contract with MINDEF. Aside from the meagre pay and the need to stay-in which is ridiculous IMO, I actually have a mean boss, (sometimes) funny colleagues and work that seems more like a chore than a career. The shoe seems to fit right in here. I guess all I'm saying is is that I have so much to offer and I need an outlet to just unleash the energy and the what I'm doing now in the Army is not what I had in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, having spent very little time shopping for the past few weeks or so, I am really proud of myself for having controlled the urges to buy stuff. Yes, I've passed the cold turkey phase. I'm in complete control over myself and I will spend according to needs instead of wants which was oh-so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm back to contemplating overseas education. But like I said earlier, I'm not sure if I'm ready to give up what I have here and fly a few thousand miles away just to get a degree. I'm considering Uni of Edinburgh which is all the way at Scotland. I did think of the States, the most fascinating country in the world, but it seems rather late to be taking my SATs now. UK seem like a more appropriate choice though I do love 'em Americans. I don't think I can even understand the damn Scottish accent. But when I think of all the fun and experience I will acquire in the next couple of years should I pursue my education there, I can't help but think how much difference that would make in my life. How much more would I see with my own eyes. And how much more exciting my social life would be. It's refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old vs new. I simply can't decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-992428405260252554?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/992428405260252554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=992428405260252554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/992428405260252554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/992428405260252554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-kinda-crappy-now-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-97819151028565649</id><published>2009-08-17T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:14:09.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces</title><content type='html'>I woke up really early, did my usual routine of watching SATC and having breakfast over my desk and getting back to bed for a nap. Woke up again at 2, I had lunch and headed for NLB in the late afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I could not even borrow any books cause apparently my membership is not recognised. Unwilling to rectify the problem, I left without my Paris guidebook and went to Bugis Junction hoping to find a leather phone case for my Blackberry 8820. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was wondering around the area alone, I couldn't help but look at the people around me and I have this disappointing realisation that most Singaporeans are really unattractive. Or that they're just old. It's got to do with the gene pool over here. Our Chinese compared to those over at Hong Kong or Taiwan are, if I may compare to cuts of meat, like beef skirt to veal. Since we're all descendants of the same forefathers, why is it that the concentration of ugly people is higher here? This is not being insensitive to my people (hell, I'm Singaporean) but it's at least, remotely evident from what I observed in the last two hours. Age aside, most Singaporeans just do not have the clear, unblemished complexion, the nice hair colour, the advantages of height nor the noble body frame that Westerners have. Is all we have on the inside enough? Intelligent, probably. But in a society where people are mainly judgmental (especially on the superficial), where do we stand? To be honest, everybody cares about theirs' and others' looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A presentable face is so much easier to look at and that's all I'm saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-97819151028565649?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/97819151028565649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=97819151028565649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/97819151028565649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/97819151028565649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-woke-up-really-early-did-my-usual.html' title='Faces'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-6616622624577448012</id><published>2009-08-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:35:31.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>Remember the time when we were so much younger with nothing to worry about? The time when money was not really factored into our consideration in whatever we did, and when our schedules were wide open with no particular restrictions. We led such carefree lives. As a child, we were so sheltered, we didn't face any cruelty in life. As an adult, we would be expected to have developed a life skill that protects us and the ones we love from such cruelty. As a teenager, we're stuck in the middle with nobody to really look out for us and yet, we don't have the full ability to overcome the problems we face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking, when a 20-something feels out of the ordinary, how does he/she pick him- or herself up? There's no clear rules and procedure nor tricks that helps the recovery process. So is the teen left alone to sort out his own problems? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sensible human beings, the answer is obvious - we deal with things head-on and settle them as quickly as we can. No fuss no muss. But is it acceptable to rewind to an earlier emotional and mental stage and just wait for a rescue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-6616622624577448012?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/6616622624577448012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=6616622624577448012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6616622624577448012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6616622624577448012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/08/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1764095279980296841</id><published>2009-08-10T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:03:12.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arena on 9th Aug</title><content type='html'>$28 cover charge with 2 free tequila shots. Additional 1 whisky shot, 2 jugs of whiskey+pepsi, my national day was spent with Marcus, Eugene and his 2 friends Mong &amp;amp; Justin. We wanted to go Double O but it was so empty, it seemed kinda unappealing - we headed for Arena instead. I honestly think I have a rather high alcohol tolerance (my liver is one of a kind). After all the drinks, I didn't feel much at all. It was so mild all I could do was smile uncontrollably. Other than that, it was all perfect sober, articulate and clarity. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched GI JOE at PS initially. It was a show for children apparently, with the no-brainer plot and cheap CGI effects. Still, it was pretty entertaining. Wouldn't be a blockbuster, definitely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I came home and had a sip of Martell from Dad's wine cabinet. It was left with a little bit with a lil herby taste. One tiny sip and Hello, I'm gone. Hahaha! Nah, it was really pretty intense, I could feel it in my tongue. The aftertaste and all... I didn't realise I had so much alcohol at home with a few bottles of Martell, XO, Chivas, Tequila, Whiskey, Johnny Walker, and lotsa red wine. Hell I could open a bar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was thinking: Why do we always let one negative thing affect us so deeply regardless of how many good things that had happened to us? Like how we can score high points for tests and one major failure in any other exam will weigh us down so much. A bad review seems to be able to contest all other good reviews we have earned in our lives. Why are we so hard on ourselves? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then start to put so much blame on ourselves when we hear about something bad being said about us? We say "who cares?!" but deep down, we can't help but think about it and it's enough to bug us the entire day. Happy moments are transcient, but upsetting times seem permanent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in view of all these sadness that easily sways our emotions to the other end of the meter, we MUST have fun as much as we can at every opportunity possible! Because such moments are rare, rarer than the heartbreaks and grief we can possibly go through. So when we get invites to parties, clubbing and drinking, dinner dates, gatherings, etc., we should always make ourselves available. Such moments balance out the negativity in our lives that are more probable to occur. Besides, it enhances our social lives and increase the probability of having better moments in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess all I'm saying is, before we decide to take away this privilege to live life happily, with the company of close friends and buddies, we should think of all the repercussions that ensue. Before moving off, think of what you're moving away from. Is it worth it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun can be measured. It can be  it's definitely what any human being would want to strive towards having outside their ordinary lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-1764095279980296841?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1764095279980296841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1764095279980296841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1764095279980296841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1764095279980296841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/08/28-cover-charge-with-2-free-tequila.html' title='Arena on 9th Aug'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-6349755501538477093</id><published>2009-07-19T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:05:56.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We sent Juliet off for the second time today evening. I rushed over to Tampines hoping to take the budget bus over but I couldn't find the bus stop. I looked at the time and realised I would miss her if I kept finding - I took a cab down. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really liked the airport because it's the place where people take big steps away from you, like a part of your life is evolving again. The change is inevitable and predicted yet it can't be stomach easily. I can't help but wonder, will I ever pull off such a dramatic change in my life? It's almost like becoming an adult overnight, with a lot more issues to be bothered with. Can I be independent enough to feed myself, to find comfort in a foreign land, to socialise with people of different ethnicities and such? Would it be possible? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What're the hopes of changing? Do I see the need to become someone that I never thought I would be? Will I be different from my vision of my life five years ago? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do people get ready for big steps like this? How do people decide to make such decisions in the first place? How realistic can these talks about changing even be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I never did try and change something in my life, wouldn't it be just as ordinary, or could it be different in a simpler way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contemplating so many issues is an essential part of life that every teen needs to go through. Everybody needs a significant moment in their lives where they are granted the power to make their own biggest decisions. These decisions are based on individual's limitations and wants. But I wished things were as clear-cut, like there's a formula for decision-making. A series of "yes" and "no" that eventually leads to a recommended outcome. That makes everything hassle-free, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-6349755501538477093?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/6349755501538477093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=6349755501538477093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6349755501538477093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6349755501538477093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-sent-juliet-off-for-second-time.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-2069098885739730057</id><published>2009-07-15T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:38:19.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When we read articles or watch frivolous MTV channel about the glamourous lives of people we all know about, we can't help but to think if they are really happy or was it all a facade for the media? How much fun to be an adult, having cocktails after work and the ability to be spontaneous and not having to report to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: what have I been doing all these time? A few years back, I had a purpose (or supposed purpose) everyday: study, get good grades, etc. Now, with no direct motive in life, I wonder what am I supposed to do everyday? What is the reason I should be waking up to every morning? Adults have their jobs to go to, school-goers have, well, school. What is a 20 year old army guy supposed to feel every morning when he wakes up? Like when you've been serving the nation for 1 year plus, the dread and pedestrian routine is really quite a kick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people take this time as a break, some use it to establish contacts and go for courses to improve themselves. I feel like I want to do something useful but I just can't get around doing it. It's tiring to rule your own life sometimes. The need to make your own decisions is occassionally exhausting. Managing your own finances, schedules and time is really a chore, sometimes. Freedom of choice, freedom to grow and learn; is it all that glamourous after all?&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=19569182"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-2069098885739730057?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/2069098885739730057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=2069098885739730057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/2069098885739730057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/2069098885739730057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-we-read-articles-or-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-3517654543880458202</id><published>2009-07-15T17:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:26:53.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://sgstb.msn.com/i/4E/90A770391674D7255AF2E55DB81B.jpg" width="284" height="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: 680px; height: 771px;" class="up" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt; &lt;td class="bigimage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="copyright"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td id="photogallery_partner_random_link_id" align="left"&gt; &lt;script language="javascript"&gt;                   if(window.attachEvent)                   window.attachEvent("onload", function(){ShowPhotoGalleryRandomPartnerLink(0, "", "",                        false                     );});                   else if (window.addEventListener)                   window.addEventListener("load", function(){ShowPhotoGalleryRandomPartnerLink(0, "", "",                        false                     );});&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="abstract"&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;An astounding revelation: This is a classic health myth, but again, another untrue one.   Eating late at night might get your metabolism going and prevent you from  sleeping, but it won't make you pile on the pounds.  Prof Vreeman claims that  it's not about when you eat, it's what you eat and how much of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://lifestyle.sg.msn.com/health/photos.aspx?cp-documentid=2540092&amp;amp;imageindex=3#toolbar"&gt;MSN HEALTH&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So in reality, you can eat supper and not get fat, provided you eat something non-fattening. But who would opt for salad as supper? Hellloooooo. This article proves no help, it only gives people convenient excuses to overeat at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyways, today has been a rather restless day. I woke up at 9am, wanted to catch Transformer 2 again actually, but I couldn't find the energy to get out of the house so I just napped, watched Will &amp;amp; Grace, napped and watched a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kang Xi Lai Le&lt;/span&gt;. It's hilarious! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another treasure site discovered was &lt;a href="http://www.matchesfashion.com/"&gt;Matches &lt;/a&gt;- and online shopping site for designer goods. They have all the renowned brands like Bottega Veneta, Gucci, Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana and Alexander McQueen. I couldn't not utilise its service because it ships internationally at a cost of 30 GBP (SGD 71). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As a result, I purchased 2 discount belts by YSL and McQueen. I think belts are to men like earrings are to women; you don't realise how important they are until they aren't there. And you really need a gorgeous belt to complete the whole look. It's an essential accessory for all look-conscious men because it kinda gives you a slightly more formal look even when dressing down. A leather belt is the best kind cause it makes the whole outfit more classy  even if your ensemble is as simple as a plain T shirt and jeans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sl2lPIoen_I/AAAAAAAAACc/P1kfAJ82NrA/s1600-h/AlexanderMcqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sl2lPIoen_I/AAAAAAAAACc/P1kfAJ82NrA/s320/AlexanderMcqueen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358620811074641906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sl2ls0SyvKI/AAAAAAAAACk/j7ExD-RfNZ4/s1600-h/ysl-v-183183-b9p0g_bro_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sl2ls0SyvKI/AAAAAAAAACk/j7ExD-RfNZ4/s320/ysl-v-183183-b9p0g_bro_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358621321011051682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Sylvia/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Sylvia/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-3517654543880458202?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/3517654543880458202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=3517654543880458202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3517654543880458202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3517654543880458202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-at-home.html' title='A Day at Home'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sl2lPIoen_I/AAAAAAAAACc/P1kfAJ82NrA/s72-c/AlexanderMcqueen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-2670624798094261495</id><published>2009-07-13T21:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:17:11.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/SltBbTOMt9I/AAAAAAAAACU/OpNvc6aAMZc/s1600-h/DSC02386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/SltBbTOMt9I/AAAAAAAAACU/OpNvc6aAMZc/s320/DSC02386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357948118959437778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought this from ION Louis Vuitton boutique. Spent $865 on it, loving it to death! Wanted to get a belt for so long. I LOVE IT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/19569182-2670624798094261495?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/2670624798094261495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=2670624798094261495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/2670624798094261495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/2670624798094261495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-bought-this-from-ion-louis-vuitton.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/SltBbTOMt9I/AAAAAAAAACU/OpNvc6aAMZc/s72-c/DSC02386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-6408021134335222920</id><published>2009-05-24T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:28:24.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been really cool. Went out looking for my LV bag on Fri but it's out of stock in Singapore! Have to wait for my order to arrive. Went to Timbre at night to drink and chill and had the Roast Duck pizza. Got a free ride home from XX's dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met up with the IT guys for some dinner at the wonderful Ship Restaurant. I love it there! The food's good and ambience fantastic. Great place for catching up and just plain relaxation. We cut a cake, sang a song and the most adorable kids came over looking all excited about "WHO'S BIRTHDAY ISSIT???" I was like "none of your business". But they won me over with their overzealousness and ambiguous racial skin tone. I was like "are you Malay or Chinese?" Then the little girl was like "CHINESE!!" I fed the little guy a small piece of cake. But at first I was actually quite surprised that the parents did not immediately rush over to drag their kids' asses back to their table and reprimand them with the judgmental finger-pointing. It took them a series of running over to our table, asking who's cake issit, trying to squeeze into our photo-taking, being fed cakes, more picture taking, more asking "issit your birthday?" did their parents realise "damn it's time to get them, we're going off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went Dbl O to meet AA ppl. It was fun! The drinks were awesome (and by awesome I mean cheap). Drank 7 tequila shots. Wonder how I made it home sober. HA. I think it's all the dancing that burnt the alcohol faster. We stayed till the club closed. And I reached home at about 5+ am. My head was so giddy I wanted to sleep but I knew I had to bath first. In mere moments, I was completely knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm still suffering from a lil of light-headedness but I can still type a post here ha. But I can fully understand why alcoholics pick up this drinking problem - it feels fantastic! The idea of being free of responsibilities and complete burden-free; it's uplifting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE LOVE BOOZE!&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/19569182-6408021134335222920?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/6408021134335222920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=6408021134335222920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6408021134335222920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6408021134335222920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-days.html' title='2 Days'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-5698885734129957111</id><published>2009-05-14T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:38:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Just watched American Idol on Starworld. Seriously, I don't know why Danny Gokey is so unlikeable? As a completely objective person who just tuned in for two episodes, I'd have to say his voice is really soulful and infectious. It grows on you. But I think American Idol already has produced too many of such singers (Chris D., Taylor H., Ruben S.). It's no longer fresh and eventually, his stardom will be shortlived. So might as well boot him out now and save the reputation of another fallen idol. Right now, I can only recall CLARKSON and Underwood who have garnered Grammys for their solo career. Jordin Sparks is a new star to look out for! Battlefield, her new single, turns out to be amazingly refreshing. And she looked pretty on AI too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is Ryan Tedder is a GENIUS. Apologize, Already Gone and now Battlefield?! WTH HE'S SUPER TALENTED! Hits after hits, damn he's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I never wanna hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't even know what we're fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor&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/19569182-5698885734129957111?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/5698885734129957111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=5698885734129957111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/5698885734129957111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/5698885734129957111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-watched-american-idol-on-starworld.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-8291182483546114858</id><published>2009-05-11T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:20:19.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just watching Grey's Anatomy and it was a fantastic episode! It's drama and comedy rolled into one fabulous show that sends you on an emotional rollercoaster every single moment. With Izzie now down with brain cancer that's persistent and malicious, she struggles to keep a happy face while planning Mer and McDreamy's wedding. And yet, she became the bride of the hour because her friends knew that's what she'd hoped for her entire life. I thought this episode was brilliant in writing, acting and I thank the casting director for putting together this great bunch of actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Heigl, after garnering her Emmy award last year for her supporting performance in this show, proved how she can now command an eight-figure salary for a film. Her acting and conviction is so subtle yet intense, so much so, you can feel her piercing through you from the camera. The little details of her gestures and tone of voice is wildly appropriate for a semi-optimistic cancer patient. And we musn't forget that half of these comes from the excellent writing; the script determines the acting. Her delivery was flawless and truly remarkable of a young actress and I now have no doubt that she can dutifully become Julia Roberts' successor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fantastic quote from the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" height="350" width="300" align="middle" data="http://widget.tvloop.com/widgets/shows/base/v1/WC_widget_base_300x350.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget.tvloop.com/widgets/shows/base/v1/WC_widget_base_300x350.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="loop" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="tl"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="WC_URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwidget.tvloop.com%2Fwidgets%2Fshows%2Fconfig.php%3F&amp;amp;TID=1&amp;amp;WID=1242054672_3746547_1_14_1_2&amp;amp;SID=14&amp;amp;SPID=0&amp;amp;ADD=%26qid%3D370684&amp;amp;EMAIL=true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvloop.com/greys-anatomy/show/quotes/dr-alex-karev-todays-the-day-my-life-begins-all-my-370684"&gt;Get This Quote&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.tvloop.com"&gt;Find more at TVLoop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-8291182483546114858?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/8291182483546114858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=8291182483546114858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/8291182483546114858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/8291182483546114858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-just-watching-greys-anatomy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-8434920907719227754</id><published>2009-05-10T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:44:47.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>These days have been so freaking easy that it's starting to weird me out. Just played two days of Mahjong. On Fri, Eugene, Salim, Dixon, Daniel, Ding came over to play Wii Guitar Heroes, Super Smash Brawls and Raving Rabbids and later we played some MJ which I obviously won. We played all the way till 7am on Sat morn and we all collapsed on the sofa till I sent them home at 9 plus. Then following on Sat afternoon, Keli, Eric, Jenn, Xinhui came over to play MJ which I obviously won again. I'm so good I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic photo that I NEED TO SHARE:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/SgZYKjX_SmI/AAAAAAAAABs/RUKwlaJruwg/s1600-h/IMG_4253a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/SgZYKjX_SmI/AAAAAAAAABs/RUKwlaJruwg/s320/IMG_4253a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334047746984725090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just look at Keli's expression. OMG. HAHAHA! Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I got to thinking about how short-lived some relationships can be. These are usually with people whom you initially expect some kinda romantic returns and when they don't work out, the relationship (friendship or not) ends completely. It's very practical; when people don't get what they want they automatically flock to another crowd or environment in search for a new interest. And for most lonely hearts, there's always a certain amount of desire, whether we like it or not, that the next person who walks through the door will be the one we want to spend more than just a brief moment with. Expectations. Loneliness. Why are we always upset over the negative things in our lives that we forget all the good things that we have? Like friendships and passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we just want to find someone we can be co-dependent with. Somebody who protects you when you're vulnerable, somebody who gives you warmth and comfort.&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/19569182-8434920907719227754?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/8434920907719227754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=8434920907719227754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/8434920907719227754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/8434920907719227754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/05/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/SgZYKjX_SmI/AAAAAAAAABs/RUKwlaJruwg/s72-c/IMG_4253a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-4644128965652330094</id><published>2009-05-05T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:59:24.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf__3vzn1NI/AAAAAAAAABk/_bNxWFzt8HQ/s1600-h/download-1280x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf__3vzn1NI/AAAAAAAAABk/_bNxWFzt8HQ/s320/download-1280x800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332261817020830930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A collage of my favourite things.&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/19569182-4644128965652330094?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/4644128965652330094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=4644128965652330094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4644128965652330094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4644128965652330094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/05/collage-of-my-favourite-things.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf__3vzn1NI/AAAAAAAAABk/_bNxWFzt8HQ/s72-c/download-1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1369784772437401465</id><published>2009-05-04T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:33:58.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People...........?</title><content type='html'>I was playing this game on PSP: Resistance Retribution. Quite a tough game I would say. Cos the gameplay is really overly manual. I mean, I've gotta turn the character's head to face in that direction; it doesn't look where it's supposed to. Still, it's rating is one of the highest on gamespot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire day home watching season 1 of Samantha Who? Great show I would say. Charming, funny with hilarious characters like bitchy, materialistic and vain Andrea (Sam's best friend), warm, goofy and sweet Dena (also her best friend) and her Mum Regina who's a crazy mum but not the typical overbearing crazy. More like critical crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having too much time alone kinda suck because it makes people feel the need to do something. And yet, it always seem difficult to get out of the house to do absolutely nothing again. I'll probably drop by a bookstore tomorrow to get some magazines and people-watch, sip a coffee. I love people watching. Like see what they buy, what they wear, how they behave and make conjectures about their life. It's fun but it's a craft that must be mastered before executed lest you want to be slapped in the face for staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll then understand that some stereotypes are inherently true. You can only find certain people at certain places. Like geeks will never dress too nicely, some races will always be the rowdiest no matter where. I mean it's evident in their aura. It's intriguing to notice such social patterns. Yet, in general, people resent the notion of stereotyping and being judgmental based on outlooks. It is what it is! They just reject the idea because it makes them seem narrow-minded but the truth is out there - we all belong in different categories according to pop culture and it's not an abomination to admit it. There's no ONE people, there's no ONE-SIZE-FITS-ALL kinda theory. Difference is what makes us who we are, asserting our individualities. Why then, would we want to erase these unique features (unless it's less than desirable)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not being racist or sexist or even marginalising any social group. I just want to make the point that it's okie to acknowledge that we're different but we co-exist in this planet; I'll try to make do with your shortcomings if you do mine. I don't have to like you because we're the same species. I don't need to understand you. I don't need to smile at you because it's a nice thing to do. I don't need to live a facade. I accept the terms that you have your agendas and I'll not do anything to sabotage them unless it affects me negatively in any way. That's all I'm asking for in life, from people. No pretenses, no hypocrisy, no getting-chummy unnecessarily. Just respected individuals living our lives with no crossing of paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting a lil too cynical here but damn, sometimes a person just needs to see the dark side of life. It ain't always a pretty picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-1369784772437401465?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1369784772437401465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1369784772437401465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1369784772437401465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1369784772437401465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-playing-this-game-on-psp.html' title='People...........?'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-3475921610664719087</id><published>2009-05-04T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:48:56.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past choices</title><content type='html'>I'm awake at 2.30am and have completely nothing to do. That got me to read some messages I've received over the past two years and I realise I've been missing out so many opportunities to do something different. I really had known quite a number of contacts who can probably change my life but why didn't I do anything about them? Was I too young and/or afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now? I certainly am not that young to be considered unable to take up responsibilities for my own actions. So, am I afraid? The unknown is always dark and sometimes terrifying. How do we learn the ability to select our choices and not be afraid of the consequences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder the difference it would make to my life if I had chosen the alternatives. I always imagine life like an ongoing recording. From time to time, it would be nice to be able to rewind and view it from outside your body and probably influence yourself back then and see how things can turn out in other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are our lives scripted? Here comes the age-old question: is this our destiny? Can we choose a different script, something that's out of the ordinary? Are we granted such a powerful tool of choosing all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an attempt to reconnect with my past and do as much as technology allows, I sent some emails to further certain (experimental) relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to remind: taking chances is probably encouraged but one can only be prepared to bear the after-effects if the faith doesn't pay off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-3475921610664719087?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/3475921610664719087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=3475921610664719087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3475921610664719087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3475921610664719087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-awake-at-2.html' title='Past choices'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1658764180188231469</id><published>2009-05-03T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:57:13.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf13krT5ObI/AAAAAAAAABc/2Mrpyl7ASME/s1600-h/Kev_LV_Treillis5W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf13krT5ObI/AAAAAAAAABc/2Mrpyl7ASME/s320/Kev_LV_Treillis5W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331549005861697970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bag craze never dies. I really wanna get my hands on this bag! This is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louis Vuitton Monogramouflage Treillis Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Takashi Murakami has shared his creative expertise with quite a few Louis Vuitton collections including the Multicolore, Panda, Cherry Blossom and many more. Takashi Murakami's latest collection for Louis Vuitton is the Monogramouflage. Monogramouflage was inspired by one of Murakami’s major works “magic ball.” Costs about SGD 2.5k. Very limited, can't find it anywhere. But I did see a photo of Edison Chen carrying this bag.&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/19569182-1658764180188231469?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1658764180188231469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1658764180188231469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1658764180188231469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1658764180188231469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/05/bag-craze-never-dies.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf13krT5ObI/AAAAAAAAABc/2Mrpyl7ASME/s72-c/Kev_LV_Treillis5W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-2460820433283813536</id><published>2009-05-03T18:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:50:03.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf12ozWVE-I/AAAAAAAAABU/DD6lPqwFgXs/s1600-h/IMG_4244+%5B800x600%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf12ozWVE-I/AAAAAAAAABU/DD6lPqwFgXs/s320/IMG_4244+%5B800x600%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331547977227244514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been looking for this for so long! Costs about SGD 203 after conversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf12Y7k4tWI/AAAAAAAAABM/2KJ8Cb66Zng/s1600-h/IMG_4240+%5B800x600%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf12Y7k4tWI/AAAAAAAAABM/2KJ8Cb66Zng/s320/IMG_4240+%5B800x600%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331547704557876578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bought the lanyard from Tao Yuan International Airport Gucci. My sis wants it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf1yp_9MHZI/AAAAAAAAABE/dI5KATHhUgM/s1600-h/2798_74960144964_598199964_1682584_8380434_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf1yp_9MHZI/AAAAAAAAABE/dI5KATHhUgM/s320/2798_74960144964_598199964_1682584_8380434_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331543599744818578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here, we have my cousins from Jakarta and my favourite Baby Russell (the cute ang-moh-looking orange kid I'm carrying). These are all the male descendants we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf1yLGs4ZOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1YNrcIH-Yk0/s1600-h/2798_74960379964_598199964_1682618_682766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf1yLGs4ZOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1YNrcIH-Yk0/s320/2798_74960379964_598199964_1682618_682766_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331543068979520738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Da Jie&lt;/span&gt; asked for this photo to be taken. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf1x6sPXI2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vb-WgyvyyWo/s1600-h/2798_74960319964_598199964_1682609_3733666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf1x6sPXI2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vb-WgyvyyWo/s320/2798_74960319964_598199964_1682609_3733666_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331542786998477666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally found an occasion to wear this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ralph Lauren&lt;/span&gt; shirt I bought from the Isetan sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf1xlkFG-HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_lPgO-E1RBU/s1600-h/2798_74960369964_598199964_1682617_2705592_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf1xlkFG-HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_lPgO-E1RBU/s320/2798_74960369964_598199964_1682617_2705592_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331542424030738546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Ng' kids without Joan Ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf1wfayT00I/AAAAAAAAAAU/98A5qInl3EY/s1600-h/2798_74960224964_598199964_1682596_7817145_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf1wfayT00I/AAAAAAAAAAU/98A5qInl3EY/s320/2798_74960224964_598199964_1682596_7817145_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331541218945127234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Cousin's wedding on 1 May, Furama Hotel. This is my Mum and yours truly.&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/19569182-2460820433283813536?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/2460820433283813536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=2460820433283813536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/2460820433283813536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/2460820433283813536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-da-jie-asked-for-this-photo-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sf12ozWVE-I/AAAAAAAAABU/DD6lPqwFgXs/s72-c/IMG_4244+%5B800x600%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-4674322485192446222</id><published>2009-05-01T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:50:18.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan &amp; Pornography</title><content type='html'>1 May. 0230h. TPE to SIN. EVA Air. 4h flight. Headache and flu. Unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was terrible but the experience was refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my task there was simple: to maintain certain stuff and account for the stuff. (it's probably too sensitive to be mentioned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wanna talk more about the RnR portion of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;First stop was Kao Hsiung City - the city that has nothing to offer except boring nightlife and un-picturesque scenery. It was so lame that I didn't take much photos. The night markets, however, had pretty delicious food like fried chix cutlet, barbequed squid (fantastic), milkshakes (yummy) and mee sua. That was the only reason that made the trip less painful. Oh but there's this shopping mall called the Dream Mall that was pretty exciting. It had like 8-storeys of retail shops ranging from cheaper home brands to international luxury boutiques (Gucci, YSL, Escada, etc.) I basically just rushed to Gucci to take a look la. Just a look. It's so much more pleasant to shop in such places because there's no crowd. Not exactly very cheap because we couldn't claim for tax refund. So, ya, didn't get anything, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, TW hotels (just as most hotels in the world) mostly have about 2-3 channels dedicated to horny boys/men with charged-up testosterones and nowhere else to relieve the tension. There's Japanese and European pornographic materials on cable. And you can never believe the imagination of these porn writers/ directors. The storyline is like the cheesiest you can find and I swear it's more amusing than you would think it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to enlighten you on some: There's this female worker in the office who got raped by her boss. A fellow colleague came in to console her after she was raped and she started getting fresh with this colleague and leaned in for sex. Then a few other men colleagues came in and caught them in action and everybody thought she was a slut and started raping her one by one. Then the first dude she was having sex with thought she was a whore and raped her all over. I can't really remember how it ended but I was really entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pornography has been around for hundreds, perhaps even thousands of years. The only problem was that nobody had DVD players back then, so their only options were to enjoy pornography in the form of sculptures, paintings, and cave drawings instead of the more convenient movie format we have come to enjoy so much in modern times. The good thing about the pornographic sculptures, paintings, and cave drawings, however, is that it allowed people to make the penis pretty much as big as they felt like instead of being limited to the just ten or twelve inches at best that we tend to see in most of today's popular adult films. There was even one sculpture where the guy's penis was so big, it looked like some sort of kickstand or something. And just to end off with some visual aids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most pornography experts were from England and -- based on outward appearances anyway -- really didn't seem like the kind of people who would be into pornography of any era, much less ancient pornography featuring some of the largest penises I have ever seen. Most of these experts sounded like scholars who might be more at home talking about Shakespeare or the finer points of Gothic architecture instead of cave drawings depicting full-on butt sex. One guy even had a full beard. As any reasonable person will tell you, the moustache is pretty much the only way to go when it comes to porn, no matter what the era. And it doesn't matter whether you're actually making porn or if you're just talking about porn -- generally speaking, you should lose the beard; unless of course you're talking about gay porn of the bear variety, in which case not only is the beard encouraged, it is pretty much mandatory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you are confused at this point, please do not blame me. The rules of porn were invented long ago. And while I myself am often confused by their many layers and complexities, I'm just telling you the facts as I know them.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Ultimately, however, I have to admit that watching porn is not unlike eating a McDonald's value meal -- it seems like a really good idea at the time, but when it's all over you feel pretty unsatisfied and sometimes even disgusting. Still, there is something about it that keeps you coming back. Especially late at night, when you are really, really drunk and all alone. What the hell is wrong with you anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just to end off with some visual aids:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sfq3oWMSuiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4ypJysgENA/s1600-h/4141_82549785046_655565046_2219549_3672844_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sfq3oWMSuiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4ypJysgENA/s320/4141_82549785046_655565046_2219549_3672844_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330775012726192674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dave-hill/the-history-of-pornograph_b_19020.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-4674322485192446222?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/4674322485192446222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=4674322485192446222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4674322485192446222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4674322485192446222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/05/taiwan-pornography.html' title='Taiwan &amp; Pornography'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05IJs1oDf5c/Sfq3oWMSuiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4ypJysgENA/s72-c/4141_82549785046_655565046_2219549_3672844_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-7718615413079437054</id><published>2009-04-19T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:37:48.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Message from TAIWAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently using I-net from camp. Haven't blogged for some time, thought I'd have something worthy to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience this time round is so different - different friends, job scope and grievances. HA. Nah, it ain't that bad, worse things could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to thinking with all the spare time I had lingering ard: Does it pay off to be straightforward about our own feelings? Or are we better off being in the dark/ sugar-coating all the facts of life? Do we always have to say the truth even when we expect a certain degree of hurt that can be derived from the act of telling the truth itself? What if it's just our way of protecting ourselves from unnecessary damage? The contemporary belief is to just be open and speak your thoughts regardless of possible ramifications, because at least you can tell yourself you've tried and whatever comes next will not in any way, weigh you down i.e. the ball is in the other party's court. Not saying it out doesn't necessitate lying - it's just silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to the matters of the heart, what are we expected to do; what are the guidelines? Here comes the nagging question of the Heart vs the Head. Can there be rational love? Or is it always inexplicably mysterious? Would one be tagged as unromantic if he/she used more logic in love than people'd expect? We all yearn for the crazy love that consumes us but how realistic is that? It's rare and so obscure that we learn to adapt to not having it altogether. Has this inevitably cut our romantic touch with other human beings? Being clear-headed probably would prevent us from committing stupid mistakes that we'll live to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really do admire those who can muster the courage to be true with their feelings, take that leap of faith and be open about themselves. No expectations; just a need to be truthful. I haven't thought of doing anything like this and I'm guessing this is why I've been single all my life (thus far). Years of cynicism hasn't really completely diminished my optimism towards love, I still seek it though I know it's really hard for me to actually appreciate another person in my life. But I remain faithful. Hopeful even. Because I know when something as magical happens, I won't let myself down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-7718615413079437054?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/7718615413079437054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=7718615413079437054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/7718615413079437054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/7718615413079437054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/04/message-from-taiwan-currently-using-i.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-4888102540582068350</id><published>2009-04-06T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:12:48.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a mere few days time I'll be flying to Taiwan for 3 weeks. Really, I'm quite excited over this trip! Because I know I'll be having more fun than training this time. It's mandatory to overspend while on vacation cos that's the whole point of being overseas. Anyways, I'll be gone on Thursday morning and back on 1 May, and make it in time for my cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been resting since Saturday and this had been a rather uneventful weekend. No plans, no dinner with friends, no shopping.  Oh wait, scratch the last point, I did buy a pair of pants to fly in on Thur. No idea why there's this insistence on wearing pants while on flight. Nobody's going to really care, but damn, still I've got this pair of fantastic, classy grey Armani pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention how bored I am? Well, I really am. My intention to visit the library was completely ruined by the rain this afternoon and since David Archuleta would be in Bugis tomorrow evening, I might as well drop by tomorrow to check out the American Idol finalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do at home was laze on bed, eating chips, watching Sex and The City or Will &amp;amp; Grace. And then eventually, sleeping off the calories. It's a pain to admit that this isn't healthy but I really can't think of better things to do. My life is empty, with no drive and things to be occupied with. There's not even good bad TV to watch. Wonder how am I going to spend my day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that has constantly been on my mind is my future and career. I'd like to think that my future will be a rosy picture of wealth, success, health and great relationships. But that's everybody's dream. Is there enough 'luck' and job opportunities to go around? And there are like a million intelligent intellectuals like myself who will be competing to climb the corporate/ social ladder, so what does it take to really succeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen success stories, surely, but are we of that calibre to attain something like that as well? What is the probability of success in a highly competitive meritocratic society? If we realise our dreams can't be realised here, does it necessitate a change in surrounding? Is it fair to leave this place where we learnt so much and where our lives took place entirely so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much are we willing to sacrifice our present to achieve an unpromised future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-4888102540582068350?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/4888102540582068350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=4888102540582068350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4888102540582068350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4888102540582068350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-mere-few-days-time-ill-be-flying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-4716977046278615821</id><published>2009-03-24T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:29:25.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring to you the most exciting, refreshing news of the month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ION Orchard opens July 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From www.bagaholicboy.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And from the looks of it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ionorchard.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ION Orchard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is set to satisfy even the most hardcore of shopaholics. According to a press release I just got today, it is already 80% full, with its tenant list reading like a who's who of the fashion world. For starters, we've got duplex (double-storey) flagship stores from the likes of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartier, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://bagaholicboy.blogspot.com/search/label/Dior" target="_blank"&gt;Dior&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana, Giorgio Armani, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://bagaholicboy.blogspot.com/search/label/Louis%20Vuitton" target="_blank"&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://bagaholicboy.blogspot.com/search/label/Prada" target="_blank"&gt;Prada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://bagaholicboy.blogspot.com/search/label/Burberry%20And%20Burberry%20Prorsum" target="_blank"&gt;Burberry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Ermenegildo Zegna and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://bagaholicboy.blogspot.com/search/label/YSL" target="_blank"&gt;Yves Saint Laurent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; will also be setting up their flagship stores there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Other brands that are new to Singapore or will have stand-alone boutiques for the first time also include Christian Audigier, Dsquared2, Diane von Furstenberg, Harry Winston, Hilfiger Denim, Just Cavalli, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://bagaholicboy.blogspot.com/search/label/Marc%20Jacobs" target="_blank"&gt;Marc Jacobs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and Vivienne Tam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the list just goes on and on. Expect also to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://bagaholicboy.blogspot.com/search/label/Bally" target="_blank"&gt;Bally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://bagaholicboy.blogspot.com/search/label/Miu%20Miu" target="_blank"&gt;Miu Miu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Muji, Salvatore Ferragamo, Sephora, Thomas Sabo, Topshop/Topman, Uniqlo and Zara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One more thing, a heads-up of sorts for fans of Louis Vuitton. I heard both boutiques at Raffles Hotel Arcade and Hilton Shopping Gallery will be closed in the coming months, with boutiques in ION Orchard (taking centerstage of course), Ngee Ann City (which will soon be a duplex boutique as well) and DFS Scottswalk Galleria left in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally! Something to look forward to amidst this economic downturn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-4716977046278615821?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/4716977046278615821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=4716977046278615821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4716977046278615821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4716977046278615821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-all-i-bring-to-you-most-exciting.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-7965092642633432767</id><published>2009-03-15T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:01:46.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV?</title><content type='html'>If there's any reason why people blog, it's because they have something to say or that they're really in the mood to sprout some nonsense due to boredom. I am doing this cos of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reported back at camp in the morning to do duty. Kinda suck but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the wrong thing from the IT fair which really pissed me off cos it meant I squeezed with millions of undesirable, unattractive and stinky people at Suntec along with BM, DB and the cake for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we watch TV shows, we always look forward to having that kinda lifestyle, be it being disgustingly rich, have perfect figures or the perfect relationships. Inevitably, we draw a comparison from what we see on TV with what we have on our plates (in the real life). What we have always seem lesser.  Is this a healthy thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see TV shows that display the undying love between a couple or the immense loyalty among friends, I can't help but wonder, do such things really exist? Or has it been so obscure that we barely see them in action real-time. Have we lost the ability to feel so strongly for others because we'd like to think of ourselves as independent beings with the courage to exist alone - have we become non-gregarious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be the reason(s) behind friends who draw apart or lovers who break up? Lost of common topics? Dying passion? Mundane routines? There could be so many reasons, and some even quite ridiculous, that breaks up/ down any relationship. So in this case, do all relationships have an expiry date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As follow-up action, what is expected of each party involved? What dictates which relationships to salvage or which to just let go with dignity and pride? Is it always heartless to let something go so easily? Then if we really do want to save something, what caused the breakdown of a relationship in the first place. Does it deserve a second chance - the I'm-Sorry's, the I-forgive-you's, the tears, the sadness and grief and blah blah blah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMO, if something else requires so much work other than work itself, it's probably time to re-evaluate your priorities. To succeed in life, we prioritise, in order to strike a balance. Same goes for relationships - which are your "must-haves"? Then put in more effort in those. Those that are seemingly worth less, can easily be chucked aside, isn't it? I'm not being callous here, just honest and simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-7965092642633432767?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/7965092642633432767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=7965092642633432767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/7965092642633432767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/7965092642633432767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/03/reality-tv.html' title='Reality TV?'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-548378741299305230</id><published>2009-01-31T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:58:42.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging is so time-consuming, i don't know why people do it. i just realised i haven't been reading or writing a proper article for a pretty long time, thereby propelling me into writing something which probably is full of error and quite meaningless. hmm.. let's talk about something then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is really quite the same every year isn't it? you see the same people, do the same stuff, eat the usual dishes and every year, you have pretty much the same dialogues: how's work, when're you getting married, what have you been up to lately? ang pao money doesn't really mean much to me cos i don't get to spend it. so it all boils down to eating and watching tv. the only perk during cny is that i get to play MJ. but i do it so often it doesn't seem like a CNY-exclusive activity either. in other words, cny is nth but 2 days of break from work and life - because it cuts your momentum and sinks you into an anti-work depression. picking up again is just so difficult and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, it's an excellent excuse to just overeat and overshop. pre-cny shopping is limitless and totally justified because in our tradition, it is mandatory to wear brand new designer apparels coupled with great shoes. so it only means compulsory shopping trips. besides, the sales everywhere are just relentless. you can't say no to marked down luxury leather goods; where else do you spend hard-earned money??? i practically saved money buying those stuff that i buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wanna get a blackberry now. for army use you see. i'm sick of those crappy non-cam phones in the market. so i rationalise the situation: buy something that's useful for even university studies in the long run. this will then justify a more generous budget. technology stuff are more worth the buy because i tend to last longer with them whereas bags just come and go - unless i'm filthy rich, i wouldn't spend thousands of dollars on a bag which i'll probably get sick of in a few month's time. but then again, resisting the temptation is like pulling teeth. overindulging in oneself needs just a simple reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;budget budget budget. it's a concept that saves little but greatly diminishes happiness/ satisfaction. got this notion from a GQ article some time back. why did the economy have to crash now? it really makes it harder to spend because every dollar spent entails much consideration and in order to make a sound economic decision, often the answer is "put that thing back on the rack". then you feel like a slice of you is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something funny: i asked eric that day while shopping at DFS if i should cut my spending during the midst of a financial crisis. his answer was just hilarious and really cut-throat: "you should cut your spending even without the crisis". i can't believe he said that. i silently agreed and it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my philosophy is this: if you want something that badly, you need to find a way to get it. it doesn't mean that you can only get what you need. because that's just a really sad notion (unless, really, it's too extravagant or you just can't afford it then it's a different case). economics theory suggests that a purchase is justified if the derived marginal utility exceeds the marginal cost. so if the cost is within reach, what's the big woop in buying something reallllly nice? most people are inculcated with the whole idea that saving is good, spending is less good - is this absolutely true? why do people ignore the benefits (emotional, or otherwise) of shopping? spending tells people and yourself that you have the ability to do so. this isn't flaunting but it's more of making a statement. it gives you the confidence from within when you use a nice bag or wear nice clothes. you can't swing a vuitton without knocking out 10 losers. and i suppose people who are anti-consumerism do not yield this satisfaction when they buy something. okie, maybe my view is slightly geared towards the acquisition of branded luxury items. i think there's nth wrong with it, so long as your means of getting them are legal and minimally, morally acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that i rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-548378741299305230?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/548378741299305230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=548378741299305230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/548378741299305230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/548378741299305230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogging-is-so-time-consuming-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-3683202953532467804</id><published>2009-01-03T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:33:48.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Perfect Tense?</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes it's nice to reminisce and all but mostly, for me, it's the past I want to dig a huge trench and bury them, then build a Taipei 101 over it. Seriously, looking at old posts/pictures, I just want to dash into the picture and slap myself for being such a pain in the arse. It's disgusting to have a past! And to think I was oh-so-confident about myself just disgusts me. Yikeees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-3683202953532467804?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/3683202953532467804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=3683202953532467804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3683202953532467804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3683202953532467804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-sometimes-its-nice-to.html' title='Past Perfect Tense?'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-2142558288532929572</id><published>2009-01-01T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:00:54.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no, I lost in a rigorous session of Mahjong with Eric, Darren and Jenny. I was winning then I became the biggest loser. Sucks. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many days of complete freedom and fun, I'm really reluctant to return to camp. But I can't really complain! Cos I'll book out in less than 24 hours. Haha! I want to watch some movie this weekend. And I'm once again hooked onto Will &amp;amp; Grace - just loaded some episodes into MP5. Gonna watch through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gtg, nothing much to say anyways. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-2142558288532929572?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/2142558288532929572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=2142558288532929572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/2142558288532929572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/2142558288532929572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-no-i-lost-in-rigorous-session-of.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-4341146874804373591</id><published>2009-01-01T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:33:19.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I woke up in Michelle's living room this morning, I only had the urge to sleep some more and just totally be lazy but it is the first day of 2009, and it sucks to start off a day tired and wasted from a night of clubbing, and desperate attempts to get taxis. And dancing all night was just another excuse to indulge in supper; I'm ultra bloated now. So now, my eyes are puffy, my legs are aching, my tummy's hurting. Oh, what a way to start a year ahead. The only reason I'm still blogging and not sleeping *shrugs to open half-closed eyelids* is cos I'm air-con-drying my hair. Okie I think it's 90% there, good night, good day. Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-4341146874804373591?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/4341146874804373591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=4341146874804373591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4341146874804373591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4341146874804373591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-woke-up-in-michelles-living-room.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1597268137097580125</id><published>2008-12-30T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:58:28.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world is like a ball of thread and I hold one end of it. The loose end uncoils and gets stretched further by the people I encounter in my life and there's no limit to those I meet. I don't control who is to let go of the thread and disappear from my life. And there's only so much each person can hold on to, so if things do not go right all the time, it's pretty easy to lose someone you know, isn't it? So what's the surprise in all these? At the end of the day, the one person hanging on to it is me and probably some rare few who are the true people I should meet and love all my life. There really isn't much reason to paint a pretty picture of our social lives; true, loving relationships are exclusive - nobody gets to know too many people so well. Choose your persons, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-1597268137097580125?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1597268137097580125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1597268137097580125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1597268137097580125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1597268137097580125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-is-like-ball-of-thread-and-i-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-5357172210901043731</id><published>2008-12-28T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:39:57.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost 2009. 2008 feels like another year that passed without much being done. I'm still where I was a year ago. How much have we changed? Was it all so subtle we didn't see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships are really important but how do we make it last? That's the tricky part. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND are we going Batam tmr?????????&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-5357172210901043731?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/5357172210901043731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=5357172210901043731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/5357172210901043731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/5357172210901043731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-almost-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-7649193503263122552</id><published>2008-09-07T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:28:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I spend time with my dearest IT friends, I get intriguing epiphanies and revelations. Today, we talked about relationships, friendships and love. Before droning on it, we met up in CCHMS (alma mater) and hung out at the concourse. Nostalgia was inevitable and the lake simply brought back so much. Michelle aka Sex(y) is leaving next friday and someone suggested having the party back there. We all had decent fun there but some of them decided to get "steamy" in the classroom. HAHA! Check out those photos which I don't have. It's incredibly sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Cityhall to meet Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them took the SG Flyer which IMO is expensive and unneccessary. So I gave it a miss. Then we played the death mystery game which was a killer - it was fantastic. It gave us a warp sense of uneasiness that came from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful for these people in my life whom I can share and celebrate any moment with. We've been sensitive, vulnerable, happy, gloomy and we ain't afraid to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;We've grown so close we're willing to be part of each other's life so faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;We've made a life out of these stories that we once shared and were part of.&lt;br /&gt;We learn from each other and pull each other when times get rough and there's no limit to things we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dare to live the way we want and not worry the way we look in others' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;How do such amazing human beings exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the probability of people of matching personalities meeting up in reality?&lt;br /&gt;Is it even rarer than the idea of soulmates? Does a soulmate definitely mean a partner for life? Then can we have more than one? Must there be romantic tension between you and your soulmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think one can have a few of such soulmates. Because it seems to me, I have become so much more because of the people I know. There's no reason why this should be a numerical concept only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to say that my life is much fuller with you guys because you all taught me all the things I didn't know or didn't want to find out and gave me support in what I choose and believe in. I've become sufficiently cynical, safely. Ha. I celebrate your life too for it has made mine a fabulous, insane, passionate one. Thanks for the extra courage, trust and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-7649193503263122552?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/7649193503263122552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=7649193503263122552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/7649193503263122552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/7649193503263122552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2008/09/everytime-i-spend-time-with-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1902322885587475445</id><published>2008-08-31T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:59:35.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(60, 119, 230);   font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Shopping for labels, shopping for love &lt;br /&gt;Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of &lt;br /&gt;Shopping for labels, shopping for love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know what my addiction is &lt;br /&gt;I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love &lt;br /&gt;I shop for purses while love walks out the door &lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, buy a bag and get over it &lt;br /&gt;And, I'm not concerned with all the politics &lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of men I know I could find another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is that I'm always happy when I walk out the store, store &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with &lt;br /&gt;I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna walk a mile in my kicks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;Love's like a runway but which one do I love more? &lt;br /&gt;No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior &lt;br /&gt;Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for? &lt;br /&gt;Let's stop chasing those boys and shop some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might come off as negative &lt;br /&gt;I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love &lt;br /&gt;But, relationships are often so hard to tame &lt;br /&gt;A Prada dress has never broke my heart before &lt;br /&gt;And, ballin's something that I'm fed up with &lt;br /&gt;I'mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that my credit card will help me put out the flames &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(60, 119, 230);   font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Except that all the girly talk doesn't apply.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(60, 119, 230); font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(60, 119, 230); font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will not be judged by you or society; I live the life I want and deserve because I CAN. I just love branded things - what's so wrong about that?&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/19569182-1902322885587475445?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1902322885587475445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1902322885587475445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1902322885587475445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1902322885587475445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping-for-labels-shopping-for-love.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1079885530434419284</id><published>2008-08-24T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:21:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last two days were really exhausting - had my live firings two days straight and the weather, the mood, the tiredness made the whole situation even worse. Well, at least I did spend some really good time with my army friends. Thank goodness I wasn't like transferred to some other crappy places. Wk 1 down, wk 2 here I come.  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything wrong to say that I'm really not the relationship type of person? Putting others before myself or saying someone else's name 50x a day are not things I would wanna do. And yea this is probably too selfish, too self-loving but who cares? Cos there's a difference between being alone and being lonely. I'm just alone but not the latter. There's so many things to do when you're on your own. I can shop alone, spend my money on myself, eat what I want to, watch MY shows, and just have my own friends to tolerate with or worrying that whatever you say is going to change his/her opinion of you. Hah. There's no need for the extra comfort or tenderness from someone else; the source can be self-sustained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to be happy about yourself - fantastic looks, fantastic apparels and personality, great intelligence, engaging hobbies and interests - will help muster all the confidence you should have in yourself. The lack thereof doesn't mean you can't be happy either, just that it makes it slightly tougher. It depends on your own standards in that case. Just bring it down a notch. Some butt ugly ppl are incredibly confident cos they see themselves in a different light. So learn from them and you know, comparing yourself with someone worse-off really gives you some sort of relief and warmth that we all secretly hide. Don't pretend to be a saint and label this behaviour as  evil and insensitive. We are made to feel - good and bad. So why skip a chance to feel better about yourself at someone else's expense when that other person is not affected negatively in any way. There's no fault in that because you could be the "worse-off" someone use as a subject of comparison. Don't feel guilty, don't feel bad. What comes around goes around; it's a mere cycle of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-1079885530434419284?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1079885530434419284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1079885530434419284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1079885530434419284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1079885530434419284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-two-days-were-really-exhausting.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-3712209524832270075</id><published>2008-08-17T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:18:52.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some random pics of my stuff. Did a bit of shopping yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 555px; height: 416px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Photo0116.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE BOTTEGA VENETA WALLET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 554px; height: 415px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Photo0113.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Paul Gaultier Eau De Toilette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0117.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 555px; height: 416px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Photo0117.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUCCI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 417px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Photo0109.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-3712209524832270075?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/3712209524832270075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=3712209524832270075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3712209524832270075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3712209524832270075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-random-pics-of-my-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-2293068569674446220</id><published>2008-08-10T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:50:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Old friends die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Sentosa with same ppl and the unusual company. Then we were exchanging thoughts, having deep conversations about directions, ambition, wishes, fears, desires, needs and basically all our life entails. Like how to manage our lives in future? What is it we want? How do we run it so that our goals remain aligned with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems almost like some time back we were talking about simple interests like favourite music, shows, and making stupid jokes and laughing like crazy people. Now, we're more focussed than ever about our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams? Who knows if we can ever get what we want but it's worth a shot. There's no saying we can achieve all we want but every desire deserves some effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more years down the road, we would split paths and pursue our dreams and hopes and work so hard just to fulfil other dreams on hand - travelling, contributing to society, etc. All these need money you know. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if we get too tired and no more can we do? No more motivation. When it becomes too tempting to give up. What is our push factor? Is it the riches and the popularity or the same dreams we have now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-2293068569674446220?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/2293068569674446220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=2293068569674446220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/2293068569674446220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/2293068569674446220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-friends-die-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-3567217480345710740</id><published>2008-06-28T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:36:35.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised I have stalkers lingering around this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, finally booked out from SISPEC which sucks. Everyone tells me it's fun; tell me when it starts coming. First week was super down, don't really wanna talk abt it. Depresseddddd........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna meet IT peepz later! Haven't seen them in ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-3567217480345710740?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/3567217480345710740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=3567217480345710740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3567217480345710740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3567217480345710740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-realised-i-have-stalkers.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-3262470977190297454</id><published>2008-06-18T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:36:48.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a damn thing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm attempting to revive my blog so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Sex and The City the other night, pretty interesting show I would say. It was much funnier than the TV series which I'm halfway through right now. Although the series had more discussion on love and all the struggles of a 30 plus yo woman living in Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's love like from a guy's POV? Is love the same kinda mushy, crappy stuff to everyone? Does it mean a myriad things to different individuals? Or is it the same sweet sensation to anyone experiencing it, first hand? I guess the point here is what does it take to be defined as "in love"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Even when the seemingly right one appears before our eyes, sometimes, we don’t see the reason to fall in love with him/her. But when that someone gets snatched away/ stops being around, we start to think, can we play it cool like it was the most normal thing or begin to ponder if we made the worst mistake of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just because someone likes us, do we, by default, have to reciprocate in order not to regret not accepting the 'offer' before it expires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-3262470977190297454?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/3262470977190297454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=3262470977190297454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3262470977190297454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3262470977190297454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-attempting-to-revive-my-blog-so-here.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-3197190555162004057</id><published>2007-11-25T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:22:21.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just too sad; the world and deaths we couldn't foresee and prevent. Life is short, literally. It's hard to say what can happen the next minute of your life. We have the will and power to make a difference to our lives this minute but this ability can be taken away from us at the very next. I know this is madness, but well, this is life. Death is because of life, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was very saddened by the deaths of 5 National team dragonboaters in the frace in Cambodia. If I'm not mistaken, all 5 bodies were recovered, but only 2 were claimed by family members. I think the reason they're dead is because they weren't made to wear life jackets, which was non-mandatory (but not in Singapore, of cos). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They have been identified as 20-year-old Chee Wei Cheng, 24-year-old Jeremy Goh Tze Xiong, 31-year-old Stephen Loh Soon Ann, 23-year-old Reuben Kee En Rui and 27-year-old Poh Boon San.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of them is an NJC PE teacher. Poor souls, have a good afterlife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-3197190555162004057?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/3197190555162004057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=3197190555162004057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3197190555162004057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3197190555162004057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-just-too-sad-world-and-deaths-we.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-6977696352723753556</id><published>2007-11-21T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:34:49.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh Goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from a 5h sleep, think I'll go back to sleep in a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yesterday was so much fun! After the paper which was omg-ly difficult, we went to Zion to play LAN. CS seriously is too challenging for me la, like walk around for 12 secs and some moron shoots you from an unknown angle. If you're lucky, maybe 16 secs before you die. But it is fun when you play with your friends, very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us went for karaoke at Teo Heng (I know, it's like "what? huh?!") haha. I swear I've never heard of the place before, let along been there. Anyways, my first feeling was "wad am I doing in this sordid alley-alike place which is the meeting place for drug traffickers, prostitutes, and all the depraved stuff". Nah I'm just kidding, it's not that bad. It was really cheap actually, 18 bucks/room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I keep thinking about our class chalet on the 28th. Bet it's gonna be loads of fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to like find some stuff to do right now..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-6977696352723753556?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/6977696352723753556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=6977696352723753556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6977696352723753556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6977696352723753556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-goodness-i-just-woke-up-from-5h.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1843269964980070152</id><published>2007-11-19T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T03:15:26.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/catch_me_if_you_can_ver2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the movie &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catch Me If You Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (2002) starring Leonardo Dicaprio and Tom Hanks? I didn't know it was based on a true story till recently, after I've re-watched it. I was like WOAH, seriously? Then I did some googling and wiki-ing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frank William Abagnale, Jr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_27" title="April 27"&gt;April 27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1948" title="1948"&gt;1948&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;former check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Con_artist" title="Con artist"&gt;con artist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forgery" title="Forgery"&gt;forger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imposter" title="Imposter"&gt;imposter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who, for five years in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1960s" title="1960s"&gt;1960s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, passed bad checks worth more than $2.5 million in 26 countries. During this time, he used eight aliases — even more to cash bad checks. Currently he runs Abagnale and Associates, a financial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fraud" title="Fraud"&gt;fraud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consultant" title="Consultant"&gt;consultancy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; company. His life story provided the inspiration for the feature film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catch_Me_if_You_Can" title="Catch Me if You Can"&gt;Catch Me if You Can&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, nominally based on his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghostwriter" title="Ghostwriter"&gt;ghostwritten&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biography" title="Biography"&gt;biography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of the same name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually had a book on it! I'm so gonna get my hands on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he actually appeared on a TV show back in the 70's "To Tell the Truth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2458566&amp;amp;" align="middle" height="365" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifilm.com/video/2458566"&gt;To Tell the Truth: Frank William Abagnale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;Posted Jan 02, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;After doing his time for impersonating everybody from a stock broker to an airline pilot, Abagnale went on the hit TV game show &lt;i&gt;To Tell the Truth&lt;/i&gt; and was fingered by the judges!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was actually a scene from the movie itself, but of course with Dicaprio playing his counterpart. He himself actually had a small role as a French policeman in the film. Now, how interesting is that?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/08catchme.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Dicaprio and Frank Abagnale himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he was too smart to be kept in jail; so he was recruited to fight against check forgery and fraud for the FBI as his atonement for his sins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-1843269964980070152?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1843269964980070152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1843269964980070152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1843269964980070152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1843269964980070152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/11/imghttpi13.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-7201386316014347269</id><published>2007-11-18T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T13:11:49.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some previous posts and realised everytime a new post starts off with me saying I haven't blogged for a long time blah blah so I shall spare myself the pain of repeating myself - Gosh, it's been a long time! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since A's are almost over (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;20th Nov 9.15am&lt;/span&gt; I'll be freed from these hideous shackles)  I need to find a new direction in life, quick; if not I'll no longer feel the impetus to lead a meaningful life after slacking for too long after A's, I need a job, a new interest, just somethings to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating for a while now, I think I might go into &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I've been talking to Liu Bo and some others about it la but I'm not sure if I can do it. I mean, I don't really know what I can teach,  for starters. Econs? Hmm not so sure if they will even consider me. See, I'm not like Denis-smart or whoever topped the list for Bite-me-cos-I'm-just-smarter-than-you. Wells, if I don't go into teaching, I could go into giving tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can screw up the lives of some teenagers and tell them, well, that's a lesson learned - don't trust your education to an 18-year-old, (thinking of my bad qualities .......................... still thinking ................. oh God, I don't seem to have any ..................... oh ya, got it.) who is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mostly impatient, mildly arrogant and ridiculously handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, putting aside all the facts of my life, there are some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;movies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been DYING to see. Reason being, I refuse to miss any show by Oscar-winning actors (and actresses). Hit the box office, I'm not sure if Rendition is still on! Sucks! Cos it came out during the midst of A's so I couldn't go see it. But yes, it's on the Iraq War (yet another one) blah blah. The exciting part is that Meryl Streep and Reese Witherspoon are in it! Both have won Best Actress and I can't wait to see them, and of course, Jake Gyllenhaal (is that how you spell it) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;political thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is that it often leads to relatively extreme critics; some love it to death, others hate it. I haven't seen this show so I don't think I can make much comments but from what I've gathered, most reviews were less in favour of it. Honestly, I doubt anyone can come up with anymore interesting revelations about the War in Iraq; I mean, it's so overused, over-emphasised and at the end of everything, it's just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;eflective of the same conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - We hate the War, We could have done somethings differently, We (Americans) want our troops back, We feel so so sad about the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not the current US-Iraq War, it's gonna be the Vietnam War, or previously, the WWI/II. I mean the politics of war are complex and therefore intriguing, but once filmmakers start to capitalise on the production of such films, leading to an overwhelming state of self-pity and endless reprimanding of the state, it becomes meaningless, purposeless, and detestable. Regardless, I still want to see this for I believe the casting is tooooooo impossible to miss. I WILL buy the DVD haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this topic, there's another related show "Lions for Lambs". I found this from the Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The term ‘Lions for Lambs’ is derived from a comment by a German officer in World War I about the bravery of British soldiers (the lions) who were sacrificed in futile attacks on deeply entrenched German troops while their commanders (the lambs) sat in the safety of their bunkers, drinking tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At The Movies with Lim Chang Moh,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the longest running newspaper column in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways, this show is ALSO about the Iraq War (yawns). From the compelling theory I've presented before, there seems no reason to watch this film. But, again, Meryl Streep's in it! I'm a sucker for great acting (who isn't). I will catch it nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/2007/11/09/movies/09lion.html"&gt;NYT review&lt;/a&gt; for this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Critics pointed this out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The problem isn’t whether this assertion is true; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;problem is the film reflexively embraces it, much as it does every single other cliché&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, without inquiry, challenge or a single ounce of real risk. It tells us everything most of us know already, including the fact that politicians lie, journalists fail and youth flounders. Mostly it tells us that Mr. Redford feels really bad about the state of things. Welcome to the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, go figure.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-7201386316014347269?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/7201386316014347269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=7201386316014347269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/7201386316014347269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/7201386316014347269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-i-was-reading-some-previous-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1220852495723354291</id><published>2007-06-27T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:20:59.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took a pretty long break from blogging cos I really don't have much patience typing stuff. Making things worse, it has been lots of mugging + slacking + complaining recently due to the highly retarded JCT that render no meaning to study at all because every paper's so freaking hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's not dwell on the downsides of everything. I'm too half-full to be bothered by these.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till RESULTS DAY; we celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, technically, exams aren't over yet. Tmr's my freaking last paper Chem and it's an afternoon paper so ya, got the morning to do some crash course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, blogging. There are actually lots of bloggable stuff the past week but I just couldn't drag my perfect ass to do so. Now that I'm in the blogging mood, I can't recall a thing I wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I know this is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, the ONE AND ONLY THING I will HARDLY EVER FORGET is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 JUNE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Christina Aguilera's coming to town and the best part is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'll be meeting her!....................... @ her concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright, how much do you hate me now? I LOVE, ADORE, ADMIRE, WORSHIP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, I have nothing else to say. This is the worse post ever. Till then, ciao~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-1220852495723354291?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1220852495723354291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1220852495723354291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1220852495723354291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1220852495723354291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/06/took-pretty-long-break-from-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1280770314884563643</id><published>2007-06-05T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T02:36:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt jealous of a friend because of something out of the ordinary? Like because they're happier than you? Or that they get their happiness before you and you just feel like "what in the world"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it supposed to be mine? If it isn't, then where and when will mine ever surface? You know we're all in pursuit of happiness (no I'm not talking about the movie) but sometimes it's really exasperating to realise it's not here yet. Then some idiots will flaunt their escapades in front of you and treat you like a total door mat - someone to act as substitute for their partners whenever they are not around. This is not for my dear friends (those that I actually really know) who are attached. HAHA I'd love to hear you talk to me about your new crush, boring date, new "squeeze" (I quote from Aby). Because we're definitely close enough to talk about these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some strangers can strut into your life and make you feel lesser so easily; abusing your sympathy for them and turning it into a stepping stone while they try to hold on to something higher (NOT better). They can do such demeaning things unknowingly because they feel they're always on top of the human race - thinking the whole world wants to know of their affairs blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie most of you probably have no idea what I'm babbling about cos it's a rather specific case that I cannot, will not share. Hence the high confidentiality and implicit remarks.  I was just trying to help and in turn, I got this kinda ugly, despicable and CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP return (I was thinking for 2 minutes for the right word to use).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRR BUT ANYWAYS. I bought XTINA'S CONCERT TIX ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188 STANDING ZONE.!! 30 JUNE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-1280770314884563643?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1280770314884563643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1280770314884563643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1280770314884563643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1280770314884563643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/06/have-you-ever-felt-jealous-of-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-6685429438028738589</id><published>2007-06-05T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:11:31.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never felt so broken, so used. It's weird, such things never ever got into me. Okie it's just a moment; I'll be fine. This is really weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-6685429438028738589?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/6685429438028738589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=6685429438028738589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6685429438028738589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6685429438028738589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-never-felt-so-broken-so-used.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-394837848901681287</id><published>2007-05-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:19:26.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg i'm so not fated to do Math Tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either i dun have my gc or the batt died on me. The latter just occurred. Just another excuse to forget abt hw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-394837848901681287?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/394837848901681287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=394837848901681287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/394837848901681287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/394837848901681287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-im-so-not-fated-to-do-math-tutorial.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-6309208231119528489</id><published>2007-05-18T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:26:04.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OH MY FREAKING GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Christina Aguilera will be singing her way to Singapore with her 4-octave power vocal on 30th June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm so going! But a lil ex~ but I still wanna go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Setlist (got this from wiki, hope it's accurate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Video Introduction:&lt;/i&gt; Intro/Back to Basics&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ain%27t_No_Other_Man" title="Ain't No Other Man"&gt;Ain't No Other Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Back in the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Costume Change&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="thumb tright"&gt; &lt;div class="thumbinner" style="width: 182px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:AguileraDublin2.jpg" class="internal" title="Christina Aguilera performing &amp;quot;Understand&amp;quot; in Dublin, Ireland at Point Theatre on November 21, 2006."&gt;&lt;img alt="Christina Aguilera performing &amp;quot;Understand&amp;quot; in Dublin, Ireland at Point Theatre on November 21, 2006." longdesc="/wiki/Image:AguileraDublin2.jpg" class="thumbimage" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/45/AguileraDublin2.jpg/180px-AguileraDublin2.jpg" height="234" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="thumbcaption"&gt; &lt;div class="magnify" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:AguileraDublin2.jpg" class="internal" title="Enlarge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://en.wikipedia.org/skins-1.5/common/images/magnify-clip.png" alt="" height="11" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Christina Aguilera performing "Understand" in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dublin%2C_Ireland" title="Dublin, Ireland"&gt;Dublin, Ireland&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Point_Theatre" title="Point Theatre"&gt;Point Theatre&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_21" title="November 21"&gt;November 21&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006" title="2006"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Understand&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Come_On_Over_Baby_%28All_I_Want_Is_You%29" title="Come On Over Baby (All I Want Is You)"&gt;Come On Over Baby (Jazz Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Costume Change&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slow_Down_Baby" title="Slow Down Baby"&gt;Slow Down Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Still Dirrty&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Can%27t_Hold_Us_Down" title="Can't Hold Us Down"&gt;Can't Hold Us Down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;Video Montage:&lt;/i&gt; I Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Costume Change&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Makes Me Wanna Pray&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_a_Girl_Wants_%28song%29" title="What a Girl Wants (song)"&gt;What a Girl Wants (Reggae Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Oh Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Costume Change&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Enter the Circus/Welcome&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirrty" title="Dirrty"&gt;Dirrty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Nasty Naughty Boy&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candyman_%28Christina_Aguilera_song%29" title="Candyman (Christina Aguilera song)"&gt;Candyman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Costume Change&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurt_%28Christina_Aguilera_song%29" title="Hurt (Christina Aguilera song)"&gt;Hurt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Marmalade" title="Lady Marmalade"&gt;Lady Marmalade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;i&gt;Video Montage:&lt;/i&gt; Thank You (Dedication to Fans...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Costume Change&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Encore Tracks&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beautiful_%28Christina_Aguilera_song%29" title="Beautiful (Christina Aguilera song)"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fighter_%28song%29" title="Fighter (song)"&gt;Fighter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;BTW, their opening is by PCD? like wth sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-6309208231119528489?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/6309208231119528489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=6309208231119528489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6309208231119528489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6309208231119528489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-freaking-god-my-christina.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-4825830322862495574</id><published>2007-04-29T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T09:34:49.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only reason I only slept for 7 hours (or more accurately, 6 h - I spent 1 h thinking) and am wide awake on a lazy, rainy Sunday morning is because of that damn good book - Richard Dawkin's The God Delusion. It's certainly, and I really mean it, one of the best reads of the century, probably because I can't help but keep concurring with his ideas and arguments; I'm an atheist, or perhaps, according to him,  I'm a pantheist - the use of the word "god" does not denote my belief in God. Rather, it simply connotates a non-supernatural representative of the creator of the Universe and nature. As in, when I use the word "God", it does not refer to Jesus, the Father, Allah, Yahweh or any form of supernatural, omnipotent, hollow substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about reading is that you can rip off fantastic and intellectual ideas from renowned authors (Richard Dawkins is one of the TOP THREE intellects who ever walked the planet) and still get away scotfree or even get credited in other ways. How good a bargain is that?? Anyways, that's not my main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel I'll lose all my friends one day. I think, eventually, we all will be distant due to different faiths and ideologies. Like what Rich. D. said, and I most certainly agree upon, he is deeply intrigued by the over-privileged status of religion in many things we do (Okie, he wrote tt more chim-ly, the book is chim daooo) especially in the US, where political secularity becomes increasingly obscure. This was not the case to the Founding Fathers of USA; they believed in a non-religious handling of issues of politics so as to be equitable to all citizens. India, a nation with many different religions and races, achieved peace and harmony in its society due to the clever use of secularity in governing the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existence of a God is, I think, the least salient issue here. Because, not anytime soon, will it be possible to prove or disprove it. Note that not being able to disprove it does not make it certainly a truth i.e. if there's no evidence suggesting God is non-existent does not always mean it is existent. The author used a way-out e.g.: if I were to convincingly assert that there exist a celestial teapot between Earth and Mars that is too tiny to be spotted by any telescope of satellite, etc., then how many of you would aggressively nod your heads and agree with me? Well, of course, again, who can prove that the teapot is really there or not? So if there's no evidence suggesting the teapot isn't there, are you SURELY confident in what I said - the teapot lies there? The same analogy applies to the belief in existence of God, which your clever minds should not fail you to draw the parallel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not risk sounding blasphemous because I sincerely respect that you have your own beliefs and naturally, I have mine. Just that, I choose to believe in a more probable explanation (no, Big Bang is hardly believable) to creation of Universe and all the rules that govern it. R. Dawkins categorised some unfounded questions into 2: one, (okie I can't recall.. so let me check.. *flip flip* ) Temporary Agnosticism in Practice (TAP); two, Permanent Agnosticism in Principle (PAP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAP - a legitimate fence-sitting where there really is a definite answer, just that we have not reached there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAP - also a kind of fence-sitting except where the answer is is non-existent; there's simply no way to garner enough evidence to prove or disprove a point because the very idea of evidence is not applicable. E.g. the philosophical chestnut - I see it as red, you may see it as green (tt's what the author says)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put God in TAP, but most of us and even most intellectuals place it under PAP immediately. To me, I would still put it in PAP; it's simply too hard - and one won't know where to start - to do anything about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the number of Atheists strongly outnumber the number of Theists in the US. The reason why the state is greatly religious and still overpowering is because the Atheists are largely unorganised and are marginalised. Should they form up and stage a revolution, numerically or not, they'll most probably win.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated topic, can I please urge people to not reckon me as a childish person. I don't know why, shouldn't there be a pivotal change in one's life that naturally leads to another growing phase or maybe a gradual change due to age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's not that subtle, it kinda occurred overnight, but not the night before where I couldn't sleep. It happened like a few days ago where nothing big happened. HAHA.. this is crazy and rather senseless but I can't help but marvel at my own growth, not physically (vertically) but mentally and my thoughts have far surpassed the things I would do or say in say, Sec 2 or 3? Then again, my actions and behaviour might mislead you to think that I'm 12 but deep down, I'm comfortably 18. Like, I've already outgrown my T-shirts I wore when I was 14 (actually not really, my shirts seem to grow with me, I can wear them for like forever!) , shouldn't the mind capacity's expansion and maturity commensurate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe many people I know are implicitly and less likely to show their maturity but I think it's important to show it through the things you do. Do yourself justice by not undermining yourselves and display yourself as a childish freak because no one really gives a damn what's going on in your mind when you try to pull some girl's hair-band off and chase them all about because they hit you on the back and you want to take revenge. It will, I believe, set off an instantaneous turn-off, rolled-eyes, "wah liao, how old liao" impulse in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: I'm not saying I'm mature, just more mature than I used to be. I'm also not comparing myself with others, I'm talking about just me as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a facade of maturity or condescension when you see that I don't laugh at your silly jokes; I just find it less amusing than you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-4825830322862495574?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/4825830322862495574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=4825830322862495574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4825830322862495574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/4825830322862495574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/04/only-reason-i-only-slept-for-7-hours-or.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-5879062769429167646</id><published>2007-04-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:10:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel as if I'm living in a facade; everything seems pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really succinctly say if what people see me as is what I really am or simply a cloak of my true emotions. (No, I'm not &lt;span class="cald-word"&gt;schizophrenic&lt;/span&gt; ) I don't think I can ever tell if people are even true to me or are they simply being condescending and demonstrating a fake show of sensitiveness . It's quite pathetic, isn't it? Complex, we may be but that does not amount to so many standards of behaviour, does it? Wells, it's just an observation I had today. Perhaps I'm just being too cynical and dubious. Anyways, I'm hardly a crusader for Utopia where eternal peace is possible and everyone loves each other blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, if attacks were directed at me, I don't think I'll feel a nudge cos my self-esteem is simply too proud to be broken. Say what you might, think what you want, I'm not least interested.. haha Keep that immature attitude and stick to your irrational and convoluted ideologies of the way you rule your life. You think it's a joke? Think again (if you even have the ability to do so) . It's simply whimsy. I'll respond with a sardonic smile and make you feel lesser; I'm a verbal person - I can  hurt you with my words but I simply choose not to cos I'm not gonna stoop that low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the slight anguish here, I'm just having a really bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-5879062769429167646?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/5879062769429167646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=5879062769429167646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/5879062769429167646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/5879062769429167646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-i-feel-as-if-im-living-in.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-1616696833763165303</id><published>2007-04-03T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:07:26.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I simply love this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;看见自己 by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;ct=134217728&amp;amp;amp;lm=-1&amp;amp;word=%D5%C5%BB%DD%C3%C3"&gt;张惠妹&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为何爱上你&lt;br /&gt;想了不想太迟了&lt;br /&gt;不能不爱你&lt;br /&gt;对的错的不得已&lt;br /&gt;谁能明白&lt;br /&gt;说一句话掉一滴泪&lt;br /&gt;为难的爱我在表达&lt;br /&gt;天没有暗是我的脸&lt;br /&gt;好心灰留在暗地里&lt;br /&gt;感觉我自己&lt;br /&gt;还是爱上你&lt;br /&gt;哭了累了&lt;br /&gt;都是倔强&lt;br /&gt;为了要爱你&lt;br /&gt;自尊自卑&lt;br /&gt;都是我在拖延&lt;br /&gt;你不要走有一句话&lt;br /&gt;有一滴泪有些为难&lt;br /&gt;被你安慰&lt;br /&gt;越陷越深越看不见&lt;br /&gt;有什么后悔 oh&lt;br /&gt;你是真的吗&lt;br /&gt;但我当是真的&lt;br /&gt;只要能继续&lt;br /&gt;爱著想著&lt;br /&gt;不让你为难 oh&lt;br /&gt;一生有多久&lt;br /&gt;我给我去&lt;br /&gt;到无尽的尽头 oh&lt;br /&gt;终于我看见&lt;br /&gt;自己的模样&lt;br /&gt;因为爱上你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-1616696833763165303?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/1616696833763165303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=1616696833763165303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1616696833763165303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/1616696833763165303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-simply-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-3312268421443621678</id><published>2007-03-29T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:15:55.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhhh I'm all of a sudden in a blogging mood but I'll probably lose the momentum to keep blogging and with my writing stamina akin to my 2.4, I'll probably have an ultra short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;thanks to all who voted for me during my TI performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm so grateful to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DEAREST CLS CG1406&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - like no amount of thanks can really show my gratitude. You know, when you watch AMI or wadeva competiton there is out there, all those contestants keep using words like "thanks to all for your votes" or "I love you" or "thanks" or wadeva cliche-ish terms. I realised it becomes the only things one can really say in such circumstances. "Best words in the best places" right, Ms Tan. Hoho....... I guess no one's in the right state of mind to formulate a complex paragraph when all you really wanna say is "THANKS AND I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OF COS, MY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;CCHMS SEC 2IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - YOU GUYS ROCKS. like needless to repeat myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;XPS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6AA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - ppl, you know how much I love and appreciate you all!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;H1 Chem gang is ultra bitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - you know what I mean ppls. We're so talking abt everything and like you know what I mean too. HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blackmark on our Behaviourial Record&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Straight to the pt: Canteen full; 1 seemingly unoccupied table; 1 red bag; grumbles and curse the selfish asshole; look around; no signs of target; quietly shift away the chair the red bag occupied; move the table to another empty space; grabbed chairs; SIT DOWN &amp; pretend nth happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, being careful and everything, tore the FAU notice on the table and I pasted it on our neighbour's table to make it as if we didn't take the poor girl's table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 minutes later, poor girl sat alone, with her red bag of course, at those side table &amp;amp; the elongated stool thingy. Felt guilty and stuff but oh wells, time heals all wounds; we got over it in like 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desai tried a different system today - we had group work - and it's like an unprecendented move he's ever taken with us. Haha, okie a lil dramatic but anyways, I thought it was pretty fun and engaging and ya you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, my Econ is like sucking. Results deteriorating.......... okie I shall start to get serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem is like O-M-G. LKK is like the PMS-est teacher on earth. He's like suffering from an endless stream of blood flow out his whereever-the-blood-flows-out-of and his mood swings from Jurong to Pasir Ris; his negativity kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not waste bandwidth to discuss abt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, currently, I'm stripped to my undies, in front of my comp typing this stuff. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(sorry to have aroused you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wanted to bathe first but thought since the comp is switched on, might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned Stef Sun's newest album rocks. Okie, I haven't, so here goes - it rocks! Most of the songs are piano-based ballads with really heartwrenching lyrics and I really love the way she renders the songs. &lt;em&gt;Ni Guang&lt;/em&gt; is such a great hit! Totally rocks! &lt;em&gt;Wo Huai Nian De&lt;/em&gt; is one of those songs that really triggers some poignant memories. I'm so going to the auto session!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna go????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I love GP lessons leh. (HAHA... so ironical; I'm using Singlish as I declare my love for GP. But anyways, GP rocks mainly cos' of the teacher - Ms Tan is like the most knowledgeable teacher or person I've come into contact with. Seriously, she knows like everything and she's so good that I think all of us are inclined to believe whatever she says even if it's a whole load of bull. How do you reach that level? -in awe- Amazing, isn't it?? It's a subject that is, I think, acutely sophisticated, useful, imperative and at the same time, inherently intricate. I'm so gonna work to improve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly not fawning over her; it's a genuine utterance of my utmost respect for such a remarkable person and sincere educator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie enough of the warped expressions and everything. Tune back to non-GP aka talk-wadeva-i-wan mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah sia, Apr 3 coming! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALVIN, BEKAH AND JUNXIANG'S BDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!! (Aren't you guys honoured I bold and enlarged your names??) HAHAHA.. they'll collectively be 64 yo tt day. Needa buy &lt;em&gt;shou tao&lt;/em&gt; ("longetivity peaches") haha... okie. anyways, I've ran out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna bathe alr. Bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-3312268421443621678?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/3312268421443621678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=3312268421443621678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3312268421443621678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/3312268421443621678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/03/ohhhh-im-all-of-sudden-in-blogging-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-590439939136108171</id><published>2007-03-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:35:51.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg! BEYONCE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she's gonna rock more after I finish Dreamgirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was typing this to Ej:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts why me bebe [beyonce] came running to me, saying how crazy in love she is with me, and tt i'm irreplaceable in her life. im her baby boy, she's my naughty girl. its like the most beautiful deja-vu.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;wadeva, we're just dangerously in love, so if u come near us, we're so gonna ring the alarm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-590439939136108171?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/590439939136108171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=590439939136108171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/590439939136108171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/590439939136108171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-beyonce-rocks-i-bet-shes-gonna-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-6505828197046371037</id><published>2007-02-22T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:06:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know sometimes you just feel so lost, like as if there's no one who knows what's your problem and you don't have any idea who can help you. As such, bottling up those feelings seem to be the way out.  Like really, it's so difficult to go through rough patches of life alone. But who can we turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me honestly. But right now, I feel a sense of uselessness, helplessness and some weird emotions. There seem to be nothing I'm a master of and there's just like nothing I can ever do well. My grades are sucky and I have nothing. My CCA's not doing so well and it always seem to come down to my incapability. Maybe I haven't thought enough before running to become a leader. So now what... I can't wait to finish the stuffs I'm obliged to do and just get it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can there be any sweet escape from all these realities of life? I certainly hope so, but still, remain dubious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you're going through something difficult, there are two steps: first, you freak out and feign death; next, wake up and deal with it.  Let's just skip step 1 shall we. The world's gonna be a better place tmr, and we're (or I'm) gonna make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't doubt yourself cos you're greater than what you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can. I'm gonna start picking myself up and put my effort in getting the things I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-6505828197046371037?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/6505828197046371037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=6505828197046371037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6505828197046371037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/6505828197046371037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know-sometimes-you-just-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-117172955004801205</id><published>2007-02-18T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:25:50.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah thanks to those who wished me luck and everything for my TI semis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GUYS I LOVE YA LOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl like Liubo, sunny who called me right after my auditions to ask abt it.  hendrik, zoe, angeline who were outside waiting.. (while shun bian waiting for angeline's aud).&lt;br /&gt;stephanie who wished me all the best.&lt;br /&gt;yxiu for being one of the judges&lt;br /&gt;denis who gave me confidence by praising me at the last min i sang in LT.&lt;br /&gt;yensen who also truthfully told me how well i sang.&lt;br /&gt;desmond who sent a msg to warn me not to disgrace him.&lt;br /&gt;MY CLASS CG 1406 for giving me the firm handshake/pat on the shoulder/simple words to cheer me on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i didnt disappoint u by getting into semis. OMGhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those agn who congratulated me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semis i'll try my best! i'll get into finals.. get yr banners ready ya?!! HAHAHAHAHA... kidding la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways happy CNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-117172955004801205?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/117172955004801205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=117172955004801205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/117172955004801205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/117172955004801205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/02/wah-thanks-to-those-who-wished-me-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116972077325445660</id><published>2007-01-25T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:26:13.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah took an ultra long hiatus from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC2 is a challenging phase of life =x&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's totally an understatement, bet all my friends out there couldn't agree further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my tutors are generally alright, managing and dealing. But chem is still very much a disaster. Should I just drop it, since I hate studying chem tt much. I mean I'm NEVER EVER gonna touch chemistry in Uni or  further up my education.. so it's like quite stupid to waste time on sth i find ridiculously time-consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just ran 3km today. stab me right thru the heart. i hate PE!!!!!!! grrrr i hate balls!!! I HATE .. YOU KNOW, PE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wadeva laaaaaaaaaaa.............. I was just telling sunny that i always get tt warp tingling sensation right thru my veins and muscles all over (esp stomach area). i guess it's the widely-used "butterfly in the stomach" phenomenon before PE. it just suckssss la okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I cant really be bothered to keep the momentum of blogging. you see, no impetus pushing me so wad the heck. i'm too lazy to write the transcript of my life happenings on this webbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till agn, ciao! dinner time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116972077325445660?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116972077325445660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116972077325445660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116972077325445660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116972077325445660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/01/woah-took-ultra-long-hiatus-from.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116826947757675608</id><published>2007-01-08T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:17:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm typing this while printing chem notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the world to be bias-free,&lt;br /&gt;non-discriminatory,&lt;br /&gt;non-marginalised nor segregated,&lt;br /&gt;and less riotings &amp; more harmony,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singularity seems to be the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacks and whites,&lt;br /&gt;Males and females,&lt;br /&gt;Homo- and heterosexuals,&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more special rights to anyone, democracy but not communism. Meritocracy seems to be fairest. Inequality will be eliminated and no one deserves more than others unless they can contribute more back to the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, as much as people are fighting for their "rights" on basis of who they are, they sometimes contradict themselves most of the time playing the role of the victim of their very own difference. (When you fight for your beliefs, aren't you suppose to level yourself on equal footings with others?) Once they don't get things their way, they conveniently assume it's because of how they are different from others OR how they thought they should be treated just because they are different. Altogether, missing the real, vital and possibly, only reason behind the way they were facing that particular situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116826947757675608?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116826947757675608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116826947757675608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116826947757675608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116826947757675608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-typing-this-while-printing-chem.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116814458956107475</id><published>2007-01-07T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T12:36:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girls are you ready or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AR huh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3..2..1.. GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabuya sha sha shabuya roll call&lt;br /&gt;We are OREXUS.             YEAH~&lt;br /&gt;And we're HoT.                YeAh~&lt;br /&gt;And when we ShAkE it   Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;The guys say bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabuya sha sha shabuya roll call&lt;br /&gt;O....rexus. RAWR RAWR rawr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are ORExuS              Yeah&lt;br /&gt;And we're c00L               Yeah&lt;br /&gt;And when we groove it!  Yeah&lt;br /&gt;The girls say bring it on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabuya sha sha shabuya roll call&lt;br /&gt;O...rexus. RAWR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation has officially ended and so has play time. It's high time I put my life back on the right track - yeah A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accumulation of lactic acid all over my body. I'm totally wasted.. and so shag. Sore everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;OhGee 6 ROCKS!!! HAHAHAHAHA.. i just love those kids. had so much fun with them esp during Onite. But when it comes to mass dance I just wanna slit open their skulls and install a Pentium 10 software so that they can master the dance faster. It's like so horribly difficult to teach those dumb kids how to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I was just like them when I was a freshie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass dance @ suntec was so wet. Like literally, wet. Rain, sweat, some mucus and god knows wad other forms of liquid. But when we're high, nth seems more important than music &amp; dancing. I just wanna dance/ shake in the rain agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a thank you card from them. Awwww.. how sweet. haha. Won't deny myself some credit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you never know if these people you've once crossed paths with will stay in your life for long. I mean it's like people they come they go and it's often exhausting and awkwardly difficult to keep in touch when you don't see each other every single day or at least on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if after some time we won't still be friends, or not? That's how life is surprisingly entertaining. What you not know keeps you interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ultra reluctant to keep bloggin @.@ overly tiredddd bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116814458956107475?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116814458956107475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116814458956107475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116814458956107475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116814458956107475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2007/01/girls-are-you-ready-or-not-ar-huh-3.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116516293926837190</id><published>2006-12-04T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:22:19.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored to the extent that I'm playing online games now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116516293926837190?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116516293926837190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116516293926837190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116516293926837190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116516293926837190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-bored-to-extent-that-im-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116452092227388796</id><published>2006-11-26T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T14:02:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I bet you heard about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Surge@MOS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Surge@MOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt; incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - some RJ and ACS guys battling it out (literally) for some girl who has an unusual name. The objective of the event was to create interest in boxing amongst youth and encourage them to engage in this healthy form of exercise =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to much surprise, this saga led to another one of considerable public uproar and dissatisfaction preponderantly from parents, educators and general public. Fighting. Violence. Degradation of moral values. Increase in teenagers-involved crime rates. Deemed uncivilised and childish. These are some possible problems that could arise if the boxing game is brought to a higher level of awareness and utility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's the problem with many Singaporeans or people, in fact. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Most of us constantly take sides without considering pros and cons of any situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We often become overly judgemental and narrow-minded, eventually leading to a often, negative first conclusion of anything that has been traditionally deemed "not politically/ socially/ morally correct". Like in this case, most of us would think that "ai yo.. how can fight for some stupid shit? violence is detrimental to social standards and moral values.. tsk tsk" Of course, I'm speaking for myself as well because I'm raised in such a society where condemnation of "bad" activities is always a first take on such stuff. Failure to see the big and overall picture of the issue leads to unreliable and sometimes, wrong critics being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Who can we blame? Essentially, no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;practice has been put in place for numerous generations and passed down from parents, siblings and teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that there is a whole list of categorised bad things you shouldn't do because you bring shame to everyone especially yourself should you get involved in it. So, to be calculative, you blame these people for inculcating such values in you or what? I dunno, it's your call. But I think there's really no justifications to play the blame game here because no one coerced you to think that way. That's where independent thinking and self-awareness comes to play. You make your own judgement, have your own perspective, regardless of how whoever, or whatever may respond to what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to further illustrate the "why an instant condemnation of boxing" point. To use an example, if you see two men (A and B) fighting on the streets because B was betraying A (in anyhow, it's up to you haha) and A hits B so hardly that B bleeds. B retaliates with a solid punch on A's abdomen (but A shows no clear sign of bleeding). Naturally, we'll rush off to B and check if he's okie and stuff. Meanwhile, glaring at A with a disapproving sneer. Again, it's our well-developed EQ that took the better of us; losing control over emotions and make irrational or rash decisions such as to attend to A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But B is bleeding leh.. of cos his life is more important"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely agree with that but to give a charitable explanation, what if A was suffering from internal bleeding which is obviously more severe. HAHA. that's not the point, point is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;it is only humane to side the "victim" and disregard the "culprit". That is, the POV being established based on purely what we see within that frame of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Human's high EQ and lack of rationality in making quick decisions manifests itself in such incidents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, just as the boxing thingy. We all know violence is a big no-no and no one should even talk about it, let alone encourage participation in it. As a result, our instantaneuous reaction would expectedly be "CANNOT!! CANNOT!!! CANNOT!!!!". We fail to treat it with an open-mind and disregard the possible benefits like encourage teenagers to engage in a fun and high-calorie-burning sport, more exposure to different varieties of sports, re-modelling the image of boxing (redefining the meaning of violence in boxing), etc. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I think it's most important to always have your own views and be able to make a stand without being biased or inequitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think the disadvantages definitely outweigh the advantages because the benefits are generally more difficult to be achieved. How do you expect everyone to change mindsets overnight? Those resistant to changes are usually less-educated people mainly due to insecurity but then again, people as educated as me, also fail to see how the benefits can even bring more SMB than SMC. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie la i very lazy cont so tt's abt it. OH and did I mention they were fighting over some girl (how lame is that???? it's really really immature and so now the RJ and ACS guys treat the girl as some commodity and this again shows a lack of respect to women. lousy shit.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116452092227388796?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116452092227388796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116452092227388796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116452092227388796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116452092227388796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-bet-you-heard-about-surgemos.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116358587292823400</id><published>2006-11-15T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:17:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SLC over. had a pretty good time. though the mosquitoes truly suck loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did so many cool stuff during the camp. but i'm not a bit excited abt blogging cos it'll be far too long. just to make a few things concise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jumped into the sea from a moving boat.&lt;br /&gt;i did flying fox into the water.&lt;br /&gt;i built some silly raft and walked in the sea with it.&lt;br /&gt;i climbed a rock wall (yes, all the way to the top)&lt;br /&gt;i climbed a coconut tree (agn, all the way to the top)&lt;br /&gt;i completed a dumb obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't sleep until 5++ am on one of the nights becos the mosquitoes just won't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i used up 3/4 of a new bottle of insect repellant.&lt;br /&gt;i played bridge like umpteen times.&lt;br /&gt;i made quite a few cool frens.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i think i did sth else. just cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: covenant sucks. other than the CGI that was not too bad, the storyline was pathetic. predictable like hell. heng only spent 5 bucks on it.... yup u got it. princess~ hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116358587292823400?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116358587292823400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116358587292823400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116358587292823400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116358587292823400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/11/slc-over.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116317316283653609</id><published>2006-11-10T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:46:28.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man tmr's outing's gonna be dreadful. i know it. i'm clairvoyant. eeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a whole load of fun cos it was cls outing to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get over the hugely funny stunt put up by ming wei. oh my shake that ass HAHA.... damn cute and funny. hmm should i post the video here? haha i should maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain didn't dampen our mood at all cos it only made the sunshine seem even more worthwhile. played some ball and some games in the sea. got all sandy and grossed out by some irky microorganisms in the sea that stings ruthlessly and indiscriminately. scrubbed myself real thorough when i finally got the chance to rinse off all those impurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine my nxt visit to lovely Sentosa would be with those chinaereans. omg just murder me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely unrelated topic, why is it that we can believe something they haven't seen or scientifically proven with solid facts and evidence when sometimes, we don't even believe what we see. we're skeptical abt everything, or more often rather cynical. i mean we should be for everything will seem like matter-of-fact already and the inquisitive side will be regrettably neglected. its what we not know spur us to better our knowledge. makes sense, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, digressing. anyways i was saying why trust sth that you can't prove to be real or are unsure if its even trustworthy and not put all your faith and hope in sth that you can tangibly control? omg this makes so much sense. not that not trusting yourself makes u a complete loser; so pathetic that you cant look yourself agn in the mirror, but isnt it easier to pin your hopes on sth you can actually feel and naturally gain control over? it makes your life a lot less perplex and inevitably, more purposeful. for all the reason i can list, the whole idea is that you are as powerful as you think you are. seeking an answer by yourself gives more satisfaction than hoping someone/sth will light your path along the way (still, there's no guarantee for anything other than death and taxes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie enough of the preaching (or more aptly known as bull-shitting) haha arrgh you see human beings are highly complicated organism; they do what they hate most and they like it. =X (just as the case - watching horror to scare themselves; watching stupid poignant movies to make themselves cry)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116317316283653609?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116317316283653609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116317316283653609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116317316283653609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116317316283653609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/11/man-tmrs-outings-gonna-be-dreadful.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116288145090591856</id><published>2006-11-07T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:44:03.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finished my OP already. the presentation went smooth but QnA pretty much sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways went Swensen's PP after that with JX LB chormin yxiu bekah huiping ruxin zhenghan huixian and momo~~ we helped yxiu celebrate her belated bday. bought her a really small and colourful cake. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the few cls (or more aptly, half of it) photos we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/DSC00020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116288145090591856?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116288145090591856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116288145090591856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116288145090591856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116288145090591856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/11/finished-my-op-already.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116281926485770207</id><published>2006-11-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:21:04.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm really apprehensive abt tmr's op.&lt;br /&gt;esp the q&amp;a part. nvm just pray for the qns we prepared to be thrown right back to our faces.&lt;br /&gt;TJO63 GO FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also all teams from 1406. we can do it woohoo. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways went NLB after pw today.. sick of my script already lo. shitty neh neh hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borrowed freakonomics, where america went wrong, the united states of europe and one more i cant recall. nvm. okie go prep my thingy tmr buhbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116281926485770207?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116281926485770207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116281926485770207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116281926485770207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116281926485770207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-really-apprehensive-abt-tmrs-op.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116273947904702559</id><published>2006-11-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:11:19.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bought my phone already. cost 448 bucks quite reasonable rite? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/DSC00001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't really take the pic of the phone when i'm using the phone to take it. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116273947904702559?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116271542031266388</id><published>2006-11-05T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:30:20.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are some books that i cant wait to get my hands on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the god delusion by richard dawkins. its about asking "is there a god?" and discusses the history of religion and preponderantly disagrees with some beliefs that god-believers possess. suitable for atheists and theists to read. still, i think just take it with a pinch of salt.. such touchy issues are best treated with an open-mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/amabot/?pf_rd_url=%2FConservatives-Without-Conscience-John-Dean%2Fdp%2F0670037745%2Fref%3Dxarw%2F002-6336158-4928006&amp;pf_rd_p=224400501&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-3&amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;amp;pf_rd_i=549028&amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1W4AT6WGYBEDK5WSC60B"&gt;Conservatives Without Conscience&lt;/a&gt; by John Dean. its about american politics - republicans &amp;amp; democrats. if you read the papers, next tue i believe there's some kinda election in US and i'm pretty taken aback by how highly-educated, acclaimed politicians sunk that low to attack and make somewhat groundless denunciation about the opposing party.. this article sorta sparked off an interest in this bk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) making globalisation work by nobel prize winner Joseph sth (economist!).. again, you can find his featured article on the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically that's abt all...... NEWSFLASH: they are all unavailable in NLB yet. though i think you may find them in bookstores............. S H I T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. hope can go buy my k800i later. buh-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116271542031266388?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116271542031266388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116271542031266388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116271542031266388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116271542031266388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/11/there-are-some-books-that-i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116265793470327602</id><published>2006-11-05T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:32:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found this pretty cool place. we played boardgames there. like taboo and "who has the fastest hands?" or sth along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie i believe most of us know how to play taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how to play the hand game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're supposed to imitate the hand gesture in the card with your partnerand see who is the slowest pair. they will end up getting that card and the pair with highest number of cards becomes the loser pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame it might sound but when you play with good and highly energetic company, the adrenaline keeps flowing; there's NO and i mean ABSOLUTELY NO moment of silence. our area was probably or rather definitely the most chaotic.. well, wad else is new? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called the mind cafe.  they do serve food (hence "cafe") and is situated somewhere near (not really, actually) the cathay paradiz centre or sth la... i was drenched when we reached there. yes, in my sweat.  but it was really fun! plus the rate was unexpectedly low. one person only payed like 4 ++ for like 1.75h or so of boardgames. cool stuff~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116265793470327602?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116265793470327602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116265793470327602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116265793470327602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116265793470327602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/11/found-this-pretty-cool-place.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116239786518159425</id><published>2006-11-02T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:17:45.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally got my hands on final fantasy 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is i rather like the storyline and the setting and time period etc.&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, the characters are freaking ugly. compared to yuna and company&lt;br /&gt;i mean vaan looks really androgynous and penelo looks more/less hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really entertained so far. hopefully the game will become more engaging later on :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i dun need to wake up early tmr. thankssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116239786518159425?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116239786518159425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116239786518159425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116239786518159425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116239786518159425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-got-my-hands-on-final-fantasy.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116214009989864373</id><published>2006-10-30T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:50:34.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah i actually typed a post that long in chinese. i think its seriously a creative piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for PAYM (or wadeva) concert because my fantastically phenomenal wives are there. MY beautiful S.H.E. (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;其實&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;喜碧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;才是我的&lt;/span&gt;）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ｗｅｌｌ，　ｗｈａｔ　ｍｏｒｅ　ｄｏ　ｉ　ｈａｖｅ　ｔｏ　ｓａｙ&lt;br /&gt;ｔｈｅｙ　ｒｏｃｋｅｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｈｏｕｓｅ　ｌｉｋｅ　ｎｏｂｏｄｙ’ｓ　ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓ　（ｉｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｏｎｔ　ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ　ｗｅｉｒｄｅｒ？．．）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an unprecedented moment where you truly feel the magic superstars have upon avid, or should i say, crazy (literally) fans. we all went haywire when they stormed the stage with incredible grace and simultaneously, exude boundless confidence and an aura of .. of.. eh, angelic-superstar-feel? (haha i dunno la). you can't really put words to describe this phenomenon, it's just magical. really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i dun regard them as my lawful, legitimate and to-die-for wives if they hadn't such gifted abilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, they sang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;觸電　我們怎麼了　不想長大　AND SUPERSTAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone went delirious becos the atmosphere was too high and all lightsticks moved in a uniform front-back direction according to the rock tempo of SuperStar!!! it was the ultimate climax of the entire show or rather the ONLY climax (For me la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a superbly-enthusiast of asia's top pop female group - S.H.E. i was all high. stomping my feet, waving my stick (i mean the one tt glows... what were u thinking?) vigorously, and singing as loudly as I can while @ the same time trying to find the golden opportunity to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;老婆田馥甄　我愛你　!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know u need the strategic moment of silence for your shouts to be heard. or it will be simply lost in the sea of screams by large blocks of somewhat irritating fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i wished i had the chance to say to my wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;喂，　種田的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望你知道短頭髮雖很可愛　但我還是比較喜歡你長發飄飄的風騷樣&lt;br /&gt;短髮加點卷燙似乎讓你老了些&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過我仍然愛你　因為古時說法－愛一個人就得喜歡他的全部　一點都沒錯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以繼續過著你酷酷的生活　不想說話就別說　但還是希望你能恢復一點以往的三八樣　比較討喜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘿嘿，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永遠永遠永遠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA omg tts so lame, i'm laughing @ it myself.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywyas civilisation rocks.. rocks to the max! coooolll game la!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually progressed to the modern era already lo. with internet, hollywood, broadway and space rocket stuff.. played till 5am yest morn. totally zonked after tt. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go, OP tmr. siannnnnnnnnn x100000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a really engaging audience. i waved the lightstick for almost all songs sang by all singers including johnathan leong (man his talking voice is so llooooowwww), hady, blah blah&lt;br /&gt;first, i wanted to tone my arms. u know the constant force and pressure acting on your arm muscles is some taxing shit. never miss a chance to shed flabs! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;second, it would be really pathetic if no one responds to the singers on the stage. (ohhh i'm sooo thoughtful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA-ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116214009989864373?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116214009989864373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116214009989864373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116214009989864373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116214009989864373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/wah-i-actually-typed-post-that-long-in.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116213733392689814</id><published>2006-10-29T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:57:43.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;為您介紹&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;亞洲新團體力量&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;保證轟動乐壇的獨一無二&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;實力派新天團&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;隆重登場 - &lt;strong&gt;P.G.H. (Prada, Gucci, Hang Ten)&lt;/strong&gt;　呵呵呵呵呵呵呵&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;三位都具有獨特的桑音，　分為高音，高低音，　以及常走音的破壞力歌喉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;高亢的桑音，　擁有無限的穿透力，在吵鬧的人群中仍然能聽到這三位具爆發力的天賴之音&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;創作形歌手　他們才華橫溢　每人能扺擋得住那萬仗光芒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;無限的可能　無限的力量　風靡全世界未來&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;火熱之星&lt;/span&gt;　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你不可以　不可能　不應該　錯過　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;完全　完美　百萬人的最愛　他們是　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ｐ．Ｇ．Ｈ．&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;專輯介紹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;１）　第一輕鬆主打　抒情搖滾風　　－　&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;愛笑&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;　　　自己作詞作曲的主打顯示了三位毫無限制的想像力和寫作才華&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;　　　專輯主打合三位的個性非常相似　都很愛笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;２）　第二抒情主打　催淚情歌　－　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;想哭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;　　　再此讓三位的成熟寫作和非與倫比的過人才華在這首歌淋漓盡致的表現出來&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;　　　盡情流露的療傷情歌　讓你聽了一定掉淚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;３）　第三可愛主打　－　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;可樂之歌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;　　　特別的編曲是三人精心構思的概念　前所未有的音樂新風潮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;　　　你不可能錯過&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;再次隆重呈現　銷售過千萬張的實力天團　Ｐ．Ｇ．Ｈ．&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116213733392689814?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116213733392689814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116213733392689814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116213733392689814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116213733392689814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/p.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116196838662627642</id><published>2006-10-28T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:59:46.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lazzzy to blog so just post some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/ke-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ready to go to imm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/ke-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的头发有没有乱?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/ke-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恐怖片. 猪妖复仇记.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116196838662627642?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116196838662627642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116196838662627642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116196838662627642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116196838662627642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/lazzzy-to-blog-so-just-post-some-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116196780174407394</id><published>2006-10-28T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:50:01.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw this kid on the train. super cute. i'm not a paedophile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/ke-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116196780174407394?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116196780174407394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116196780174407394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116196780174407394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116196780174407394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/saw-this-kid-on-train.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116188598006853331</id><published>2006-10-27T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T02:06:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Diary is so freaking scary la.. it's not a paranormal film though but it just gives you the creepss.. one thing is that the tempo of the movie is really quite retarded.. as a result, i was distracted by this couple trying to steal kisses of each other behind my row. their row was completely filled la. so obscene hahaha.. nevertheless, i couldn't stop watching, it was just too interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh! got ppl kissing behind!!" i whispered to enjiao as softly as i could though there was obvious excitement in my tone. ahahhaa actually it was nth much la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways we went to eat LJS after the show @ vivo.. then chatted for a while played some silly games and took off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt slp so went darren's hse to play comp la.. he lent me those cheapo discs he bought @ dirtcheap prices from cheeena.. so pirated lo :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm so glad i've finally got the time to relive my fav pastimes - watching movies. for these few days i've caught like 5, 6 shows of which some are down****** (can't be too blatant u see) hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. i'm gonna cont rotting on the net while thinking of what nice shows to catch next. tmr is S.H.E'S AUTOGRAPH SESSION @ IMM................................ i'm going ikea to buy my chair tmr morn. bye bye guys, rest well and do your work!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116188598006853331?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116188598006853331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116188598006853331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116188598006853331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116188598006853331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/diary-is-so-freaking-scary-la.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116170449624077746</id><published>2006-10-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:41:36.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, caught several movies recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deathnote which was superb.&lt;br /&gt;The Prestige which was rather good.&lt;br /&gt;The Departed which was pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: Scoop starring Hugh Jackman + Scartlett Johannsson (how ever u spell her name)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116170449624077746?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116170449624077746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116170449624077746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116170449624077746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116170449624077746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-caught-several-movies-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116091785485668746</id><published>2006-10-15T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:10:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I strongly recommend you guys check Pink's Stupid Girls video (youtube). It's freaking funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see her mimicking Jessican Simspon (car wash scene from These Boots are made for walking) and Paris Hilton (the last scene of girl in full pink) and other girls.. it's reallllly amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116091785485668746?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116091785485668746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116091785485668746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116091785485668746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116091785485668746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-strongly-recommend-you-guys-check.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116087514583058749</id><published>2006-10-15T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T09:19:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My forearms are  freaking itchy. Got sunburnt yesterday la.. The itch only set in this morn. Got so itchy that I woke up in shock to see my arms lobster red. Went sailing with 14o6 ppl who signed up for sailing at ECP. It was pretty okie but I got really seasick in the middle of everything....... Ms Naomi Tan said JX and me were the best team la.. woohoo. hahahaha, ya anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had realised, it's only 9am now. So early!! I'm gonna play ps2 today.. totally misses it. FF 12 or issit 13 is coming out soon (according to ej). CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP sucks.. PW sucks.. like realllly sucks. I heard next year they're going to take it out from syllabus........ WT* gnd la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and next wed is results day, 5-in-1. It's either you get promoted or not, nothing much or if you cont with 4H2. Good luck to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116087514583058749?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116087514583058749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116087514583058749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116087514583058749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116087514583058749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-forearms-are-freaking-itchy.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116075271746038643</id><published>2006-10-13T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:18:37.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is creepily accurate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on educationEducation is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116075271746038643?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116075271746038643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116075271746038643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116075271746038643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116075271746038643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-creepily-accurate.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116066628340674773</id><published>2006-10-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:18:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie you know sometimes human beings have the tendency of describing their lives too melodramatically. -Guilty-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous post was so over (disgusting!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116066628340674773?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116066628340674773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116066628340674773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116066628340674773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116066628340674773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/okie-you-know-sometimes-human-beings.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116066573743973346</id><published>2006-10-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:08:57.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pls allow me to be indulgent for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna go sch tmr. Pls grant me my well-deserved rest and allow me to seek solace in music. I'm just too exhausted, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'll still go for open hse. That is, I'll reach school by 12 plus. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116066573743973346?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116066573743973346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116066573743973346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116066573743973346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116066573743973346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/pls-allow-me-to-be-indulgent-for-once.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116049416503835172</id><published>2006-10-10T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:29:25.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to darren, Singapore has 孫扁胸 (燕姿) and Taiwan has her very own 蔡大奶!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all totally rolled on floor laughing at this joke. Figure out who that is if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Kbox today and totally rocked the house la. Anyways after that went Kino to immerse ourselves in the sea of knowledge + softporn. Some magazines were o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought the book! wanted to buy it since I saw Teri Hatcher publicised it on Oprah. wOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/CCF10102006_00000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya.. i too lazzzzy to keep blogging. Off to think of sth to do. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116049416503835172?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116049416503835172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116049416503835172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116049416503835172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116049416503835172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/according-to-darren-singapore-has-and.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116040637385480906</id><published>2006-10-09T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:06:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie people are you ready? We're gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rockkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. tmr, is the day. It's THE day. It's THE BIG day. Once the clock strikes 10.40, we're off the clutches of sickening exam. We're free (not literally of course). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're gonna be happier than we've ever been.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm already planning tmr's schedule. But shit gotta do crap stuff for Open House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;TJC Open House, Friday, 13 Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Time: 2 - 6pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Venue: VJ.. no la, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's TJ (duh?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All come visit my humble stall under &lt;strong&gt;LT2&lt;/strong&gt; though your presence do not make any difference. Shanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally in love with C.Aguil. Jenn stop fighting with me la.. I'm already her Mr Aguilera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are IT ppl gg Kbox tmr? Wadeva. I just wanna play. Should I buy fishes? No.. I should buy clothes first, and PS2 games, and clock, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;keyboard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and hunt for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Teri Hatcher's "Burnt Toast".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我要&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;飛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我要&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;追&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;自由        &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 阿! 多美麗的天空阿!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116040637385480906?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116040637385480906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116040637385480906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116040637385480906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116040637385480906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/okie-people-are-you-ready-were-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116027959981622278</id><published>2006-10-08T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:53:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="300" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/gold.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;You are engrossed in passions that mentally stimulate you.&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;You seek thrills and neglect what's important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;You see dating as adventure and approach it with an open attitude.&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;You passion for life makes others passionate about you.&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Having Fun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116027959981622278?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116027959981622278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116027959981622278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116027959981622278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116027959981622278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/your-power-color-is-goldat-your.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116027917628907773</id><published>2006-10-08T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:46:31.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="330" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2005 Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/dont-cha.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176.467947986&amp;amp;amp;type=10&amp;amp;subid="&gt;Don't" Cha&lt;/a&gt; by the Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;"Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like meDont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me"&lt;br /&gt;What happens in 2005, stays in 2005!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Hit Song of 2005 Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116027917628907773?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116027917628907773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116027917628907773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116027917628907773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116027917628907773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/your-2005-song-isdont-cha-by-pussycat.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116027875268081692</id><published>2006-10-08T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:41:52.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="320" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Confidence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/confidence.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the attitude and self esteem to take on anything. Failure is beyond not an option for you - it doesn't even cross your mind.People envy your ability to take on any challenge ... and they're secretly afraid you think you're better than them. You don't. You're just sure of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116027875268081692?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116027875268081692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116027875268081692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116027875268081692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116027875268081692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/people-envy-your-confidenceyou-have_08.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116027868771813849</id><published>2006-10-08T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:38:07.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="320" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Confidence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/confidence.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the attitude and self esteem to take on anything. Failure is beyond not an option for you - it doesn't even cross your mind.People envy your ability to take on any challenge ... and they're secretly afraid you think you're better than them. You don't. You're just sure of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116027868771813849?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116027868771813849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116027868771813849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116027868771813849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116027868771813849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/people-envy-your-confidenceyou-have.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116027802630949607</id><published>2006-10-08T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:30:50.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took this test and I thought it was pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;table width="320" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An INFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.&lt;br /&gt;You would make &lt;strong&gt;an excellent writer, psychologist&lt;/strong&gt;, or artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table width="320" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Italian Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/boy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orlando Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Italian Name?&lt;/a&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/19569182-116027802630949607?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116027802630949607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116027802630949607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116027802630949607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116027802630949607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-took-this-test-and-i-thought-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116023998614540881</id><published>2006-10-08T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:58:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for F.I.R's music showcase thingy at J8. It was supposed to be an autograph session as well. Eric won the tix from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was in mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, it's an autograph session also leh.."&lt;br /&gt;Eric: "Oh really! I dun have the album"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Neither do I -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we gave each other the "what are we doing here then" look -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I downloaded their album leh.. burnt copy can not? HAHA"&lt;br /&gt;Eric: "Then you write "Fei Xing Bu Luo" (album title) on the disc la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA........ how pirated la. my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways their live singing was really impressive.. Definitely not lip-sync and really I have nothing to complain about. Impeccable. But as usual, as much as I like Faye's singing, her emcee-ing part is horrible.. always leave a blank for people to fill in themselves. I mean you're supposed to substantiate any possible quiet moments and yet, she occasionally ended her speech with a lousy joke then laughed it off with a short, non-chalent laugh. I mean its like................ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;传说中的＂&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;冷场&lt;/span&gt;＂&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;～～～～～～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okie I'm quite beat already.. turning in.. nites..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116023998614540881?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116023998614540881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116023998614540881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116023998614540881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116023998614540881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-for-f.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-116013977787714518</id><published>2006-10-06T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:02:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally decided to revive my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with the very last paper!!! CHEMISTRY. next tue spells freedom. To all other JC friends: stop casually bringing up you've ended your promos. I hate you =Xx!! haha kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Math was totally a breeze. I mean the studying part cos I didn't, literally. Merely read thru' notes during TV commercials, oh woah we all know how productive that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the paper was a killer. Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be truthful, I have not much confidence in my Econs this time round. My essay felt incomplete due to time constraint. My last page was like graffiti page. But I thought it should be comprehendable la.. can't be that bad right?.. They won't be so mean as to mark me down for horrendous handwriting right? I mean enjiao passed exams with her kinda handwriting.. so what can be wrong with mine? RIGHT???!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my life: today was pretty sickly. I meant really, I think I murdered 10 trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SNEEZE..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to finish reading chem bonding notes.. trying to keep my mind focused.. haiya heck la.. can't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I really love those shows on Hallmarks!! It's like really nice or what!&lt;br /&gt;I mean shows like Judging Amy, Just Cause, blah blah. and they're bringing the Nanny back!!!!!!!! OMG!! FRAN DESCHER rocks.. she's the nanny with the nasal voice (or is it naval? wadeva) she's freaking funny. i mean really.. she's toooooooo funny. HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about Judging Amy is Amy (like duh). She's this juvenile court judge who is so passionate about her job and smart and ya... everything else. Best is, she's so confident of herself that she doesn't pin hopes on others (including religion).. just her (or is it she?) and herself. I mean as a judge she's supposed to be secular and all. And she's exceptionally in control of herself and does what she thinks is right and does what is to be done. I hope the fact that I like her being unrelated to any religion doesn't seem blasphemous or what cos I sometimes can't stand people stuffing me with loads of crap about you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I need to go watch TV again. ADDICTED liao. bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-116013977787714518?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/116013977787714518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=116013977787714518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116013977787714518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/116013977787714518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha-finally-decided-to-revive-my-blog_06.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115789715350448147</id><published>2006-09-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:05:53.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead.</title><content type='html'>Wah. DIE. My whole one week is gone and I didn't do much. Totally wasted the week but the thing is I don't really regret because I thought it was really good to slack the whole 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, reached home at 7 plus this morning. Went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last night to repent on the week's absolutely nothing gained. Took a quick shower and jumped right into bed. Slept all the way to 2 plus hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the pizza note yesterday, the really never-seen-before pizza is named Nadia. Haha.. from spizza. Its a pretty cool shop. They have 26 kinds of pizza and each named from the alphabet (A - Z). When we left, my eyes were focused on the chef making the pizza and I accidently knocked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;into the glass door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :SSSS!! I WAS FREAKING EMBARRASED and at the same time I thought it was utterly funny!! Eyes fixed on the ground now, I didn't even bother to see others' reactions to my silly stunt. ARRRGGHH!!! -disgraced-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;current=ke.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/ke.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. See, how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lousy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the cameraman is  =Xx.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;current=ke-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/ke-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Srangoon Broadway studio, fitting room. We went to take family portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;current=ke-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/ke-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just.. just &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt;. =pP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115789715350448147?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115789715350448147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115789715350448147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115789715350448147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115789715350448147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead.'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115781727073446539</id><published>2006-09-09T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:54:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at Changi Airport Terminal 1 now. It's a mugging session, at least supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner just now. Had a really cute pizza. Looked like a curry puff. Will blog it when I have the chance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg this blog is filled with life and vitality because of the annoyingly funny pictures!! Hideous. Totally. HAHAHA................. IT FOLKS need to read this totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I shall go off now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115781727073446539?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115781727073446539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115781727073446539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115781727073446539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115781727073446539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-at-changi-airport-terminal-1-now.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115779179762444977</id><published>2006-09-09T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T16:51:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie, I know you guys want more. To you beasts out there who devour on the uglys' misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling down? Have a GOOOOD LAUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have times of ugliness, but I bet you didn't expect it to be this bad. =Xxxx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;current=xiaoxuanezlink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/xiaoxuanezlink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Chen Xiao Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FACE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;amp;current=enjiaoezlink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/enjiaoezlink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Enjiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. CHIO siah!! -clears throat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;current=Grassezlink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Grassezlink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: (Unhired) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay per annum: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SGD $0.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Hahaidiotic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Hahaidiotic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I really have some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;idiotic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shots lo. HOHO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture0391.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Picture0391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, enough liao. This is a cute cute palm-size maltese (not doby). hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115779179762444977?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115779179762444977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115779179762444977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115779179762444977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115779179762444977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/09/okie-i-know-you-guys-want-more.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115779090677705785</id><published>2006-09-09T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T16:35:06.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg I was browsing through Sec 2/3 photos. Below are some classic ones that are soooo laughable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;current=Picture172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Picture172.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"ARRRGH!!! I'm so scary!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;current=Picture171.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Picture171.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sobss- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Please let me off =Xx..!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;current=Picture2161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Picture2161.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hairstyle in sec 2. HAHA.. no la.. this is real &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/?action=view&amp;current=Picture179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/Picture179.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my fav! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shuai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; daooo....!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115779090677705785?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115779090677705785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115779090677705785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115779090677705785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115779090677705785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-i-was-browsing-through-sec-23.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115770313061470885</id><published>2006-09-08T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:12:10.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/integrity.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woahness! MEMORIES! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I LOVE 2 INTEGRITY 2003! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115770313061470885?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115770313061470885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115770313061470885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115770313061470885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115770313061470885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/09/woahness-memories-i-love-2-integrity.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115770270655054331</id><published>2006-09-08T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:05:06.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gOh goodness! I've been bitten by the bug - online shopping bug! Thanks to introduction of this cool and high-tech way of shopping by Dan You Lin. This addiction manifested itself in an uncontrollable urge to spend  =XX..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, so far I've spent like 60 bucks or so on DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend first-timers to use Yahoo! Auctions because the steps are way too easy for you to not understand. Idiotproof. But obviously stuff there are completely useless because you can get them anywhere in town (I suppose). If you don't possess a credit card, payment is usually through POSB/DBS fund transfer there. That's why it's extremely easy-to-use or buy for that matter. I bought Christina Aguilera's Stripped Live in UK Concert DVD for only $10.50 la. Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I think &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com"&gt;www.amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; is another good recommendation. This, however, requires payment through Visa, Mastercard or American Express and something else, of which I don't have. But! My mum has it! HAHAHA. You only need the credit card info upon purchase, so don't need to give any details until then. Unlike ebay.com where they require you to give credit card info in their file database or something. It was too perplex and difficult so I decided to forget ebay.com till I know how it works exactly.  You see online shopping is sometimes tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploitation. Cos it's kinda like my expenses on her credit. I bought a DVD from there and the standard shipping from US will take 10 -14 days. Of cos you can pay more for speedy delivery but if you're not in absolute hurry, don't bother, not worthy. Now I'm just waiting. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I'm off to looking for cheap, good deals to get. Check back later ya?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115770270655054331?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115770270655054331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115770270655054331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115770270655054331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115770270655054331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/09/goh-goodness-ive-been-bitten-by-bug.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115763188124987851</id><published>2006-09-07T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:24:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How am I supposed to study when there's so many awesome TV shows available on Hallmarks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Family Law.&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, rank 6 on the Most Desirable Jobs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Social Worker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (its a fantastic sensation when people thank you for all you've done)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115763188124987851?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115763188124987851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115763188124987851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115763188124987851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115763188124987851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-am-i-supposed-to-study-when-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115761952213082536</id><published>2006-09-07T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:21:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only a time machine existed, I'll volunteer to be subject of experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wish to transport myself to time where A levels, NS blah blah are over. Then I'll get a reputable, high-income job so that I realise dreams of an independent self-sustaining useful worker of the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get an apartment (preferable condo), live alone and a car. Doesn't have to be top-notch. Just good enough. The whole idea is being individual and dependable. You know individualism should be widely practised because its the best way to lure out the full potential of normal human beings. Okie, I was thinking what job would I do in future. Here goes =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In accordance of most desired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Financial Advisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (works in a bank, I THINK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Psychologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (working overseas or in some indigenous clinic/hospital)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (teach either Physics at O level or Econs at A level)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ordinary worker in a bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (you know bank workers are so cool, they get so many complementary stuff and staff benefits - credit cards, blah blah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hotel General Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (its cool to call the shots in a hotel especially during major events)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, that's all I can think of presently. Anyway this list is not exhaustive so I might just add or take away some of it. Basically, its what I want most for myself. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you come across someone who wants to grow old faster? Hahaha. Guess you only get to know people who wants to move backwards through time because life in school is most enjoyable. Till then, I'd rather join the workforce now. :S Studyinggg sucksss. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, let's just see what happens to me in time to come. Hope its not too drastic nor too plain. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115761952213082536?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115761952213082536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115761952213082536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115761952213082536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115761952213082536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-only-time-machine-existed-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115693961283941237</id><published>2006-08-30T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:06:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Wallet!</title><content type='html'>We (TC) went shopping for Teachers' Day gift and I bought my new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its freaking nice cos its brown =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/9bab894f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite costly actually. 80 bucks :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/30f76f23.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115693961283941237?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115693961283941237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115693961283941237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115693961283941237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115693961283941237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-wallet.html' title='New Wallet!'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115684731617601356</id><published>2006-08-29T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:28:36.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually survived two tests today. Kudos to myself. I felt more excited today when I exited Chem Lab than when Os ended last year. You will not believe the rationale behind - my emotions were totally suppressed when I studied for the Chem test cos it was really sapped off every ounce of energy I had left when I was revising for it and the final outburst of relief and joy made me feel really light and free. Even I was amazed by how overpowering the emotion became, I thought I would just be happy, but I was REALLY happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, so much for the blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so humiliated just now at interchange cos I didn't know you could actually top up your EZlink card with Nets? and there's actually a machine especially to serve this almighty purpose. I mean it really slashes queueing time. But I apparently didn't know how you actually operate the machine. So not user-friendly! I tried inserting the stupid card into the reader and it kept ejecting it. I was like WT? Then Momo came and simply pressed the value on the screen that indicates the top-up value. I was kinda embarassed cos sok han and the rest were mocking me!&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh lo pls! I'm just not that savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really having PMS. Get kinda touchy nowadays. Don't poke me cos I'll blow.  GRRR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil thoughts for you to ponder: If he ever catches fire, it'll probably blow up the whole city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starving. Dinnertime!! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115684731617601356?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115684731617601356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115684731617601356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115684731617601356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115684731617601356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-actually-survived-two-tests-today.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115656232830775280</id><published>2006-08-26T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:18:48.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>忘不了 就別忘.&lt;br /&gt;把它當成最美麗的回忆.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾愛過的你....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115656232830775280?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115656232830775280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115656232830775280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115656232830775280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115656232830775280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115653165760009892</id><published>2006-08-26T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:57:44.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down, again.</title><content type='html'>26 Aug 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel pretty tired and sick of life. It's not school or wadeva that burdens me but just this whole emotional baggage that gets to me all the time. I think it's just the time of the month. Just kinda in touch with my sensitive side these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think its quite amazing how I can be so jovial in the day (evident from the jokes I crack haaha) and yet experience the great depth of feelings and emotions when I'm alone, at night especially. Has this got anything to do with the sky and weather and everything?? Wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I think some songs  really evokes lotsa emotions and you can't help but get too drowned in the whole feeling of the song. Songs can kinda tell a story for you and the mystical link between you and the song makes it all the more very sad!! :S  Emotionalism at its peak. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, to honour my wife (Christina Aguilera)'s newest album - Back to Basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some really good lyrics and power ballads for all out there. If you're a Xtina fan, it's like der~ that you gotta have this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav song: &lt;strong&gt;Hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were,&lt;br /&gt;But I walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you&lt;br /&gt;But I know you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some days I feel broke inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I won't admit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it's you I miss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it comes to this, ooh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Would you help understand?&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking down upon me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To have just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see you looking back&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been away&lt;br /&gt;It's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line&lt;br /&gt;To try and turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself..&lt;br /&gt;By hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the highlighted phrase above is applicable to many but we just don't wish to admit we need help, in any sense. No one likes to admit they can't handle sth because we always compare ourselves to the best person we know who conveniently does everything without help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I'm losing focus.......... I'm failing............. WADEVA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright side, I've got a photo for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a262/gordano89/fb0d534b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is OJX (I shall protect the identity of involved party. Or at least half of it.) Sexy legs and hot pantz! haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115653165760009892?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115653165760009892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115653165760009892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115653165760009892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115653165760009892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/08/down-again.html' title='down, again.'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569182.post-115556105024113103</id><published>2006-08-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:10:50.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg...</title><content type='html'>I had the weirdest dream ever while taking an afternoon nap.. which dragged for too long haha..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one can never get enough of sleep. Sleep induces more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm just here to blog about a REALLY FUNNY joke I cracked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Math Cls (IP Blk or wadeva you call that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ernest almost stepped on something black lying beside the drain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Don't know leh.. why don't you ask him?.. Hey what are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no reply-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think his name is Consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-freezes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because Silence mean CONSENT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LAUGH MY ASS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even laughing now. That goes to show how invincible I am when it comes to lame jokes. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19569182-115556105024113103?l=gnym.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/feeds/115556105024113103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19569182&amp;postID=115556105024113103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115556105024113103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19569182/posts/default/115556105024113103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gnym.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg.html' title='omg...'/><author><name>single and fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07944047300945286658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
