<?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-7995765284415936172</id><updated>2012-01-27T11:59:50.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Flairs</title><subtitle type='html'>Journal to Journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>330</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1636883844894032445</id><published>2012-01-27T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:59:50.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the start of the year 2012 I'm happy I did the right thing. &lt;div&gt;And that is to be appreciative for whatever you are given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made an interesting friend in my current internship. Sadly to say, yesterday was her last day working in my current company and also the very last day we get to spent a whole 12 hours together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rapport we built together is indescribable. The relationship we had, the colleagues couldn't interpret. It felt like we had knew each other for a whole 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because, we are so comfortable with each other, we speak our mind out. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were never sensitive towards each other, we just showed our true self. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though our true self are rather ugly, we learnt to accept each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know in future, I would never be able to find such awesome friend who could play to my beat again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I know I have to be grateful of what I am fated to and never feel remorseful if fortunate things leave. And just because you know happy things never last forever, and it would never come consecutively. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know in future I may deal with some unfortunate stuff that one day I would just break down and cry very hard thinking about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thinking about how much I want you to be here so that I could forget about my troubles. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really had wholesome fun for the past 3.5 months. I swear I never laugh that hard for consecutively 3 months! Everyday at work, I would laugh, nothing but to laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a number of things that hit me hard the past few months too, but your company made things seem easier. It made me got less serious with mishap things that hit me hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brought up my life quote: Nothing matters more than having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Thank you Kar Mun for being part of my life. I swear I would remember you for the rest of my life. And I sincerely hope we would still meet up in future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWvmxA--ILw/TyIf9B-C58I/AAAAAAAAARw/6roGtItCXjE/s1600/SNC04030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWvmxA--ILw/TyIf9B-C58I/AAAAAAAAARw/6roGtItCXjE/s320/SNC04030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702155211565623234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EiwEzCQ_sRo/TyIf8yrAHBI/AAAAAAAAARo/myRmqQFF8IU/s1600/SNC04029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EiwEzCQ_sRo/TyIf8yrAHBI/AAAAAAAAARo/myRmqQFF8IU/s320/SNC04029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702155207459216402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOVOtP8dzPQ/TyIf70yfl3I/AAAAAAAAARc/ur-rixwrB1M/s1600/SNC03887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOVOtP8dzPQ/TyIf70yfl3I/AAAAAAAAARc/ur-rixwrB1M/s320/SNC03887.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702155190847641458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUnVkN9XHus/TyIf74kEEiI/AAAAAAAAARM/Wftntvh2q6A/s1600/407974_10150457624997869_503407868_8801272_599944805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUnVkN9XHus/TyIf74kEEiI/AAAAAAAAARM/Wftntvh2q6A/s320/407974_10150457624997869_503407868_8801272_599944805_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702155191860859426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yfEq5HopoY/TyIf7lQEVUI/AAAAAAAAARE/35-iQ5Bmbok/s1600/400320_10150547104186182_509571181_8866309_1516834345_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yfEq5HopoY/TyIf7lQEVUI/AAAAAAAAARE/35-iQ5Bmbok/s320/400320_10150547104186182_509571181_8866309_1516834345_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702155186676716866" /&gt;&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/7995765284415936172-1636883844894032445?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1636883844894032445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1636883844894032445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1636883844894032445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1636883844894032445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2012/01/at-start-of-year-2012-im-happy-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-gWvmxA--ILw/TyIf9B-C58I/AAAAAAAAARw/6roGtItCXjE/s72-c/SNC04030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-145763159188178062</id><published>2011-12-31T00:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T02:00:00.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwn9k8Nhqm1qe49wpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwn9k8Nhqm1qe49wpo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011. Once again, like a flash, the year is coming to an end soon. I realize it is a sudden ending, rather quick. &lt;div&gt;Instead of feeling remorseful about the upcoming new year because of the premonition of disasters that will happen in 2012. Let's see it in a way that whatever we've learnt in the past is brought forward to the year 2012 to make you a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Appreciative &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always love the people who love you. Always tell them how appreciative you feel about them. This is critically important because to me, when my friends or whoever tells me they love and appreciate my existent, I feel really loved. I feel that even if I don't have a goal in life, I can still continue to live life with love. &amp;lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It creates a positive energy in someone's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Increase social circle, make new friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not desperately looking for some friends forever story really. But what I want to gain from making new friends is to pass down the values I have learnt from my previous friends to the new ones I have made. I want to re-apply what I have learnt, and understand if I have consumed the values in a right way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, there's a saying: " Connections create comfort" It simply says that, between human communication, when one finds affinity with the other, it naturally create a connection. And connection creates closeness with the other party. closeness is comfort. Strangers who actually understand each other is the greatest things on Earth. You just feel wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Fall in love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, fall in love. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;#viatumblr: You can't stop loving or wanting to love because when it's right, it's the best thing in the world. When you're in a relationship and it's good, even if nothing else in your life is right, you feel like your whole world is complete. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well said. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to feel &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;perfectly fine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; loving someone, it's time for me to feel for someone already right? I had enough with teenage dreams and blank crushes. But I know, it takes a few more steps to get things right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I want to learn to feel even if some things may turn out wrong for me. I am strong enough to overcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Aspire to Inspire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be an inspiration to people. This is a huge step for people like me who never really made an impact on people's life. It is only inspiration that makes me move forward, makes me look forward to what life has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learn and apply , then people learn from me and bring forward those amazing inspirations then proclaim those inspirations are created by me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, it sounded like I just wanted credit for myself. hehehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is folks, learn the mistakes that you have made, this is the most prudent step to achieve a better life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK OFF 2011 !! WOOOO! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7995765284415936172-145763159188178062?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/145763159188178062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=145763159188178062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/145763159188178062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/145763159188178062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3280623982425090708</id><published>2011-12-16T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:07:10.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 more days to X'mas and 15 more days to end of the year! &lt;div&gt;I dislike how queasy I feel! I want to feel suppa accomplished before the year 2011 ends! But what !? what can I be proud of ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recalling back to the day when I hung out with colleagues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fulfilling day. We went to mind's cafe to play card games. I think mind's cafe is a rather cool place to have fun with friends. Playing games together, hanging out chilling out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had another class gathering with classmates soon. Miss those fun times we had in CPTC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played several mind challenging game and also test of reaction games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I failed in all reaction games, I'm the youngest in the group but my mind is the least alert one. What crap is this, my mind isn't active as it is compared to school days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played games like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugly Doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/boardgames_2186_44817798" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/boardgames_2186_44817798" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swK62I12nag/TurtLWSJFaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pYsxJlJYWl0/s1600/389949_10150430624661182_509571181_8476745_1017218781_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swK62I12nag/TurtLWSJFaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pYsxJlJYWl0/s320/389949_10150430624661182_509571181_8476745_1017218781_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686618258724689314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tabboo (Singapore version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played for 4 hours at the cost of $6/pax only! Addition free flow of drinks! Value in price isn't it!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall hang out with them some other time sooon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3280623982425090708?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3280623982425090708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3280623982425090708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3280623982425090708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3280623982425090708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/12/9-more-days-to-xmas-and-15-more-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-swK62I12nag/TurtLWSJFaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pYsxJlJYWl0/s72-c/389949_10150430624661182_509571181_8476745_1017218781_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7481560206117445236</id><published>2011-12-07T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:13:29.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspire to Inspire!</title><content type='html'>Oh hello Inspiration!&lt;div&gt;I love inspiration like no one else, you fascinate me endlessly. I grow up to be someone with inspiration and I hope inspiration live by me forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never thought I would take this step, and I am very proud to say that I took up some insane sport that may sound common but it is a great achievement for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I received kayaking one star license! Though it is just a midget step for most people, but for me it made me feel like I've achieved something I would never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFXOqY6XNnQ/Tt7mwV5dTXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/v3TcPhjpTRo/s1600/SNC03738.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFXOqY6XNnQ/Tt7mwV5dTXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/v3TcPhjpTRo/s320/SNC03738.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683233497974394226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I had a dream. I always have this thinking that a dream is just for ambitious people and for those who thinks life is nothing but to keep working towards goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I detest such thinking. Such thinking seems to bring torture to life. I just want to have fun, nothing else but to play and have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However right now, I think having a dream can also be fun, you work towards it, and also play along with it. Find joy in it, you will be more motivated to move forward without fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqiaMpg8OE4/Tt7mwMNMgAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WOti3hlJKsE/s1600/SNC03735.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqiaMpg8OE4/Tt7mwMNMgAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WOti3hlJKsE/s320/SNC03735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683233495372824578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've got my license, I still think that my kayak skills aren't well brushed up. I wanna work on it! Just hope the kayak kakis I made better come up with kayak expedition asap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59_0P5Z47kM/Tt7mxW0A_2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/bMhvICrHlO0/s1600/SNC03743.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59_0P5Z47kM/Tt7mxW0A_2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/bMhvICrHlO0/s320/SNC03743.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683233515399872354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2i0XPlE3E5U/Tt7mwaDqWaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_2dqkAB_2Rk/s1600/SNC03741.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2i0XPlE3E5U/Tt7mwaDqWaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_2dqkAB_2Rk/s320/SNC03741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683233499090934178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing, I wanna be thankful for the people who inspired me to take up sea sport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never gave second thought for taking up sea sport, I always had mild phobia with sport on deep waters. But for now, kayaking gave me a renew perception. The people who inspired me are my intern friends, one from canoe polo, the other from dragon boat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You only live once, choose to live the fullest or give up.  &lt;/i&gt;Never thought this quote makes sense to me now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7995765284415936172-7481560206117445236?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7481560206117445236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7481560206117445236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7481560206117445236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7481560206117445236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/12/aspire-to-inspire.html' title='Aspire to Inspire!'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-jFXOqY6XNnQ/Tt7mwV5dTXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/v3TcPhjpTRo/s72-c/SNC03738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-2080233343404754902</id><published>2011-11-29T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:15:23.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As regretful as it is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello people. Life is great and awesome. I'm still doing fine in internship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think I will miss my days in internship. I had quite a lot of fun actually. To think that adult life sucks, I think it really does. But with those intern friends I have made, I think I am lucky to meet those lucky bunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My intern working partner is a pretty humorous friend to hang out with. We shared lotsa laughter and jokes. We never stop laughing everyday. I swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The jokes we made can be endlessly funny. The jokes keep coming like flowing stream of river water from nowhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad she's there when times ain't great for me. I keep things to myself. Hardly let anyone know, cos I think no one would every bother to care so much. After all, it's the usual heartbreak problem heard before, what can be more fascinating? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I would love to thank this someone that made my confession easy. I think I did great and you are pretty cool too. Least I didn't regret that I did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-2080233343404754902?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2080233343404754902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=2080233343404754902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2080233343404754902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2080233343404754902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-regretful-as-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-9093343289244255285</id><published>2011-11-10T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:15:40.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November!</title><content type='html'>I have yet to officially welcome November! I have been kept up with work and also dealing with some unexplained emotion that affected me quite badly. &lt;div&gt;Yeah, It's November and I felt the rush to appreciate the things and people around me. I never felt this grateful and thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to agree I didn't had any interesting event going on for me this year. Partly because it is my final year and I'm all set to focus on my studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I'm having my attachment now and I do not have to mug for exams. That's not the great part. I miss studying, I would prefer study than work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't make up my mind actually. is it because I prefer studying when i know my friends are around me, or because I just love learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to say, I really dislike adult life. Being with colleagues, talking to them don't make me sound genuine. It just gave me a taste of what's adult life is going to be, and that is faking through out your life. Nobody can take jokes as easily as friends do , really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im stepping into uni life? So what is it going to be like for me? I don't dare to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I genuinely truly love you friends, my old friends, my classmates, my new friends, whoever. Being friends is the greatest part in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But when your unexplained feelings hit you hard, you are uncertain if that someone still wants this friendship anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a photo gallery from present to as far as my secondary school years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQwEejzzB2I/TrtaBFMHFAI/AAAAAAAAALk/GNQscLivcxM/s1600/1_357514698l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQwEejzzB2I/TrtaBFMHFAI/AAAAAAAAALk/GNQscLivcxM/s320/1_357514698l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673227130222613506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmGjZxUVy-8/TrtaBQJkYPI/AAAAAAAAALw/iK7S63dDeyI/s1600/DSC00665.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmGjZxUVy-8/TrtaBQJkYPI/AAAAAAAAALw/iK7S63dDeyI/s320/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673227133164740850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6m7_aglgaVc/TrtaA6HKq7I/AAAAAAAAALU/Emr-D097rCk/s1600/private_1_0038f2990383cab57de48b8cb06bcc8f52dae959baf99f9636498c4e7404b574l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6m7_aglgaVc/TrtaA6HKq7I/AAAAAAAAALU/Emr-D097rCk/s320/private_1_0038f2990383cab57de48b8cb06bcc8f52dae959baf99f9636498c4e7404b574l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673227127249087410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRJY5iDO080/TrtaAiirLjI/AAAAAAAAALM/9YkjZ7YDZ4c/s1600/DSC01141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRJY5iDO080/TrtaAiirLjI/AAAAAAAAALM/9YkjZ7YDZ4c/s320/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673227120922013234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVKaVPUJU00/TrtaAj4hSxI/AAAAAAAAALA/389F4Lg3Tvw/s1600/DSC01535.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVKaVPUJU00/TrtaAj4hSxI/AAAAAAAAALA/389F4Lg3Tvw/s320/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673227121282075410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbblo_4NeUg/TrtatEB_o9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SxDktnCe9qo/s1600/P1030594.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbblo_4NeUg/TrtatEB_o9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SxDktnCe9qo/s320/P1030594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673227885825991634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3-5ZoQcBgY/TrtatAgXatI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MFQXk6L1dto/s1600/P1030611.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ-5Wxdsa1U/TrtdUmL8E5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/A1j5QrEpOjg/s320/188242_1467704307906_1692533064_772641_326799_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673230764032660370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wn11copLcyk/TrtdUS92FpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CBtRUE4f3rk/s1600/SNC03585.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wn11copLcyk/TrtdUS92FpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CBtRUE4f3rk/s320/SNC03585.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673230758873274002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay the last picture like a pretty right. HAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-9093343289244255285?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/9093343289244255285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=9093343289244255285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/9093343289244255285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/9093343289244255285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/11/november.html' title='November!'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQwEejzzB2I/TrtaBFMHFAI/AAAAAAAAALk/GNQscLivcxM/s72-c/1_357514698l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7838488649462469487</id><published>2011-10-27T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:36:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me blog blog blog since I've got nothing to do. I've got my attachment company and this week is my official 2nd week in this company. Yet to feel satisfied working in this company due to the enduring working hours. &lt;div&gt;I work 12 hrs each day for 7 days in 2 weeks. So this meant that I work only 2 weeks in a month! Sounds awesome? Not so. Try working 12 hrs non-stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My main responsibility is to do simple housekeeping in the manufacturing area, stock up their consumables and sample collection. Sounds like a domestic helper huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't sound as bad.The advantageous part is, I get to follow the bio-technologist around the plant and see what they are busy with and also ask qns everywhere they go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They get vexed, I can see from their expressions but WHO CARES. Internship is all about learning, I see them as my lecturers. They are kinda nice bunch of people, but I cannot conclude nice people till the weeks ahead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who says working people can't be active? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Shufang went hiking yesterday! Actually it wasn't a real hike.It was suppose to be fort canning park and further down to other sites but Lord wasn't kind enough to  let us finish our walk. It rained heavily that taking another step out of our shelter would make us encounter another drenched self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But overall was nice, cause this is the 1st time Shufang offered to hike with me! Found another hiking partner woo! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JRn2wMVgQ3g/TqkmAyqFtQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vaAB1yQi6y8/s1600/SNC03475.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JRn2wMVgQ3g/TqkmAyqFtQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vaAB1yQi6y8/s320/SNC03475.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668103401062642946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7838488649462469487?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7838488649462469487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7838488649462469487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7838488649462469487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7838488649462469487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-me-blog-blog-blog-since-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-JRn2wMVgQ3g/TqkmAyqFtQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vaAB1yQi6y8/s72-c/SNC03475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-4102733728785086958</id><published>2011-10-16T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T15:08:51.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CPTC is over</title><content type='html'>Last friday marks the official day of my last day in CPTC. Ugh, I'm getting sentimental for various reasons. Reasons like, friends, instructors and even the place I've spent time with my friends. &lt;div&gt;Great moments happened during our practical in the field. Lectures are a bore, but I miss how much I had to laugh at my friends being sleepyheads in every lecture classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The instructors are wonderful, I never felt distanced towards them. I don't feel the same when I talk to my lecturers in school. Friendly and cool people, worth all my misses to them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you friends! Beg you guys to stay in contact regardless what happens. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-4102733728785086958?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4102733728785086958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=4102733728785086958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4102733728785086958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4102733728785086958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/10/cptc-is-over.html' title='CPTC is over'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5930266933363174511</id><published>2011-09-30T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T18:03:20.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Outlook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(237, 241, 247); "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/uncertainty_and_mystery_are_energies_of_life-don/223594.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Uncertainty and mystery are energies of life. Don't let them scare you unduly, for they keep boredom at bay and spark creativity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blogger came up with some dynamic designs which made blogs more like an online magazine. For example, my new design is the tumblr-kind of blog where pictures are the focus.My tumblr (hardly updated): &lt;a href="http://bethbearry.tumblr.com"&gt;TUMBLR-ed!&lt;/a&gt; A pretty fresh looking one, but I'm still trying to figure out how to change the colours and fonts. Pretty cumbersome. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September is such a long month, but to think about it, my CPTC training is about to come to an end. My thoughts about it? After 3 weeks of this training, I find it rather useful and makes me knowledgeable in my job scope. Although I am not entirely convinced that I am going to grow up as an engineer but at least I know this is something I could do and probably be my future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a cliche everyone thinks that engineering job is just for man. I can't disagree with that cos even my trainer says women hardly stay long as an engineer due to the exhausting working hours ESPECIALLY for people who stay so far away from the west.(well that would be me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what would be left of me? Other than engineer, what can I still work as? It troubles me alot ever since my CPTC training. Ever met somebody who is going to be a working adult anytime and still couldn't make up their mind what they really wanna be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next step after Poly is university studies. Am I seriously going to continue this path and be 101% confident that I wouldn't end up slashing myself with unfortunate and miserable future. I need invaluable &amp;amp; effectual advices. I know my parents couldn't help, my sister is studying accounting so asking her for advices would be courting death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyone out there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7995765284415936172-5930266933363174511?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5930266933363174511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5930266933363174511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5930266933363174511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5930266933363174511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-outlook.html' title='New Outlook'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5855818395410205869</id><published>2011-09-22T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:28:14.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before CPTC training started, I made an impressive beginning.&lt;br /&gt;SAFRA bay run! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6a8LdwHiW8E/TntTcUPeDHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4k0xqSSm7G8/s1600/SNC03232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6a8LdwHiW8E/TntTcUPeDHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4k0xqSSm7G8/s320/SNC03232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655205503028825202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vULZk-tLAQ0/TntTcYPVcrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/foG5XagDUp4/s1600/SNC03224.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vULZk-tLAQ0/TntTcYPVcrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/foG5XagDUp4/s320/SNC03224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655205504102003378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZvRODkbNgI/TntTcP3s2nI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Fs6Vi1DI31M/s1600/SNC03225.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZvRODkbNgI/TntTcP3s2nI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Fs6Vi1DI31M/s320/SNC03225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655205501855390322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5w7SCjyJLo/TntTb72dyQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PkTTuPu8v70/s1600/SNC03229.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5w7SCjyJLo/TntTb72dyQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PkTTuPu8v70/s320/SNC03229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655205496481499394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QI-6qCpHNb4/TntTb_SxmBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PXwJMcz2Zdk/s1600/SNC03230.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QI-6qCpHNb4/TntTb_SxmBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PXwJMcz2Zdk/s320/SNC03230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655205497405544466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Would love to update a little more but I'm feeling veryy sleeppyy right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Goodnight !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-5855818395410205869?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5855818395410205869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5855818395410205869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5855818395410205869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5855818395410205869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/09/before-cptc-training-started-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6a8LdwHiW8E/TntTcUPeDHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4k0xqSSm7G8/s72-c/SNC03232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-126219786521936897</id><published>2011-08-29T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:53:31.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September you suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stealthisdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/The-September-Issue.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 516px;" src="http://stealthisdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/The-September-Issue.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's welcome September after this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My entire holly holidays will be replaced by attachment training. Attachment sounds great to any teens but at the same time frightening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plans for this September : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Shop for clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A HTC smartphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Attachment materials ; uniform etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Renew passport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Create a new bank account&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, before even giving thoughts for the last point, my list above it has taken up lotsa savings. What the heck! I earn I spent earn spent earn spent. Oh Lord, make me a rainbow and make sure the rainbow ends are bundled with big notes or pots of golds, either way is fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, can September be less pricey? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my September is enlightened by joining Singapore Bay run with friends! Amazing uh! I always wanted to run at Marina Bay Sands, and now it's here so Hi-5! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye, see you when September is here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-126219786521936897?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/126219786521936897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=126219786521936897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/126219786521936897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/126219786521936897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/08/lets-welcome-september-after-this-week.html' title='September you suck'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5362289061320775123</id><published>2011-08-14T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:31:33.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abs workout for Runners</title><content type='html'>http://video.about.com/running/Ab-Workouts-for-Runners.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-5362289061320775123?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5362289061320775123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5362289061320775123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5362289061320775123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5362289061320775123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/08/abs-workout-for-runners.html' title='Abs workout for Runners'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-2431668118569862114</id><published>2011-08-11T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:51:39.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Hmm&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always wanted to find joy in blogging.Blog about everything that I have went through each day but you know what? Everything is too mundane, repetitive to be exact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So less words, picture more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have browse through webs of night dresses. Yes, as a girl, I dream of thousands and millions of dresses I can wear. It only turns out into fantasy when I portray out images of me with slender legs and figure. Also a flawless face with professional make-up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact I have short and rather thicker leg than most girls, and my figure wise? I wouldn't say I am fat but, slightly bumpy at my abdomen area. That area is what I have to entirely and solely blame myself for not being able to control diet and eliminate those terrifying fats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do running every week, probably 2-3 times a week. Running is stated to be the highest calorie-burning exercise compared to other forms of exercise.  Why aren't I seeing results ? Hmmmm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, like I said, Less words, pictures more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bolongarotrevor.com/product_images/u/278/Zizi-Dress-Front__95973_std.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.bolongarotrevor.com/product_images/u/278/Zizi-Dress-Front__95973_std.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zizzy Dress from Bolongaro Trevor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a kind of dress I would most likely dress to work. I wanna be more feminine, brush off that iron man side of me and bring me some flowers to hide off those masculine traits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jovani.com/short-cocktail-dresses/9448-9260"&gt;http://www.jovani.com/short-cocktail-dresses/9448-9260&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't get image from this web, so click on the link above. This Sequin embroidery short dress is most likely the one I would dress to a club. I pretty much love the sleeveless one though, but i look better with long sleeves. Probably because of my flabby arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUtfqm0j1Ts/TkP5-vq8XWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CqjsPOJQdkk/s1600/WDRJ028-Botanical-Dress__24747_zoom.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUtfqm0j1Ts/TkP5-vq8XWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CqjsPOJQdkk/s320/WDRJ028-Botanical-Dress__24747_zoom.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639626014741781858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what I love about this dress is, it is the best dress for sunny days! So wind up and dress this to the beach. But again, I dislike my arms. So wearing sleeveless dress is once again, out of the question. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7TnVLodKzo/TkP1jBOJViI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4DuVcgy3hXA/s1600/Capture.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7TnVLodKzo/TkP1jBOJViI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4DuVcgy3hXA/s320/Capture.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639621140369987106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Pardon those red borders, real awful) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jovani Evening dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black ones always caught my eye. The colour may seem dull and ho hum, but every realize it is the colour that never runs out of the fashion world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I never had a prom night in my life ever and even if I had it back then, i swear I would regret the way I dressed. Cos my fashion sense back then wasn't impressive. ( Well, even now) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0EfuuljB3s/TkP3Eqys70I/AAAAAAAAAFE/46RHlUnuq-0/s1600/Capture2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0EfuuljB3s/TkP3Eqys70I/AAAAAAAAAFE/46RHlUnuq-0/s320/Capture2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639622817976479554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And probably if I'm too proud of my figure, I swear I would put this on and sashay down any podium available in Orchard road. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are alot more dresses I wanna show, probably the next blog post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One fun fact for you people : I really dream to be a model in my next life, I mean, I swear I would take pills that alters my gene to grow taller. I would go for facial every single day, I would work out everyday to achieve the perfect figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would, if I could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats it folks,  IT'S MY LIFE~  (Dang Dang Dang Dang as the music goes) &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/7995765284415936172-2431668118569862114?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2431668118569862114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=2431668118569862114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2431668118569862114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2431668118569862114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/08/hmm-i-always-wanted-to-find-joy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-NUtfqm0j1Ts/TkP5-vq8XWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CqjsPOJQdkk/s72-c/WDRJ028-Botanical-Dress__24747_zoom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-8023621770257672753</id><published>2011-08-08T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:44:06.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past few days I have been cracking my mind about what topic to bring up to my blog. Well, I thought I gotta at least update a little about school life and my feelings and thoughts about going for attachment. &lt;div&gt;But it didn't seem to spark up. School's gonna end soon, time spent with friends gonna cease, all those sentimental thoughts should surface. Just that, the ignition point hasn't touch my tear-jerking sensory yet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I fear most is, till the end, I will end up in a corner sobbing with regrets! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh, come on, I beg those indulgent emotion start working! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before I go, here's my favourite opera singer boys from Italy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lw3c5d3aBSE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-8023621770257672753?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8023621770257672753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=8023621770257672753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8023621770257672753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8023621770257672753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-past-few-days-i-have-been-cracking.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/lw3c5d3aBSE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1112748911704066570</id><published>2011-07-27T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:34:17.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0XS_II7UX0/TjAgX50Zg-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1lcyL7PTwVE/s1600/229655_10150259568678811_563483810_7820949_1679478_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0XS_II7UX0/TjAgX50Zg-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1lcyL7PTwVE/s400/229655_10150259568678811_563483810_7820949_1679478_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634038728870167522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run Run Run &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is my first successful running event. The previous event 100 plus passion run, I missed the date and ended up with a disappointing dis-achievement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NYP 20 run 2km fun run! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were suppose to run for the 4 km competitive run, but lecturer slot in her class into our flag off time the very last minute. We had to change to 2 km run instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, we didn't mange to reach before the flag off time of 2km fun run. We had to run on our own, do our own flag off timing and end at the destination point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything looks silly. We probably are the silliest half dozen bitch running in the middle of nowhere. I had to admit, everything aren't as smooth as what I wanted it to be but the outcome was unforgettable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing beats the moment we spent together, striving to survive the slope! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT WE JUST DID IT LIKE HOW JAMAICAN RUNNER DID.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cogTPcnpSEk/TjAgnO7OsSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KfXqiuj_uqg/s1600/197635_10150259580733811_563483810_7821072_5651276_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cogTPcnpSEk/TjAgnO7OsSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KfXqiuj_uqg/s400/197635_10150259580733811_563483810_7821072_5651276_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634038992234000674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sScPXq46-uo/TjAg5gflhYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IG8ycEVJAP8/s1600/267263_142770529139665_100002201550937_270077_5846127_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sScPXq46-uo/TjAg5gflhYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IG8ycEVJAP8/s400/267263_142770529139665_100002201550937_270077_5846127_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634039306187539842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6Ajds61cfM/TjAhND7IgmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LuzQiOA4QAg/s1600/229743_142771125806272_100002201550937_270079_3455157_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6Ajds61cfM/TjAhND7IgmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LuzQiOA4QAg/s400/229743_142771125806272_100002201550937_270079_3455157_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634039642115834466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D60ShNv9hTY/TjAhMx42lFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ezCCj_qbN3w/s1600/223830_10150259570258811_563483810_7820981_4336384_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D60ShNv9hTY/TjAhMx42lFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ezCCj_qbN3w/s400/223830_10150259570258811_563483810_7820981_4336384_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634039637274432594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome shot of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did great people! I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-1112748911704066570?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1112748911704066570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1112748911704066570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1112748911704066570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1112748911704066570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/07/run-run-run-well-this-is-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-Q0XS_II7UX0/TjAgX50Zg-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1lcyL7PTwVE/s72-c/229655_10150259568678811_563483810_7820949_1679478_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-935880062280535832</id><published>2011-07-03T12:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:29:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I may be a little &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ambitious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but nobody could feed my amibitous desire&lt;br /&gt;I may be a little &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imbecile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , but I am not afraid to try&lt;br /&gt;I may &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whirl things a little&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but I took innitiative to do it perfectly&lt;br /&gt;I may &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask a little more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but I kept it to a limit&lt;br /&gt;I may be a little &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;domineering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but all I wanted was building a perfect outlook together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm spouting nonsense, but I wrote this to ensure I am still capable to carry those qualities down my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To change, to improve, to revitalise, to remind myself who I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I may be a little&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arrogant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I hope you would forgive me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-935880062280535832?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/935880062280535832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=935880062280535832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/935880062280535832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/935880062280535832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-maybe-little-ambitious-but-nobody.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1268064664052312019</id><published>2011-07-01T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:01:45.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEVpqY7eLoc/Tg1RBOe1MtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IZhWVocOPUg/s1600/Transformers_dark_of_the_moon_ver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624240591164748498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEVpqY7eLoc/Tg1RBOe1MtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IZhWVocOPUg/s400/Transformers_dark_of_the_moon_ver5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught this film with Kelly and Ploy yesterday. It was my very first time hanging out with friends that I have never spent time with. When we all decided to watch the film I thought a great bunch of buddies were going but it turns out to be the awkward threesome. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But along the way to cineleisure, the trip wasn't painstackingly hard to handle except for arguing with Kelly's lame jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Transformer the movie, I strongly prefer if there is completely no human in the picture, let alone involving human to fight mechanics. I personally think it is incredibly impossible for human to avoid those gunpower and earthquake footsteps made by the team of mechanics. &lt;br /&gt;They are human, not immortals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers is another hero-save-the-day kind of movie, not much interesting plotline. Except for the fact if you love watching cluttered messy mechanics fighting, this will be a great movie for you. &lt;br /&gt;I love Shia Laboeuf in this movie, BUT not fighting the mechanics ok. Redundant and impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-1268064664052312019?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1268064664052312019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1268064664052312019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1268064664052312019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1268064664052312019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/07/caught-this-film-with-kelly-and-ploy.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEVpqY7eLoc/Tg1RBOe1MtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IZhWVocOPUg/s72-c/Transformers_dark_of_the_moon_ver5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6082151422134085086</id><published>2011-06-21T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:48:02.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I like to wake and go to bed around whenever&lt;br /&gt;I like to maybe come and go when I choose&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm waiting for a text, call, whatever&lt;br /&gt;What's gotten into me, besides you (Oops!)&lt;br /&gt;You're like a rush, you're like a drug, it's just the sight of you&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that I could kick you but it's what you do&lt;br /&gt;When you wink at me&lt;br /&gt;What's the lord think of me&lt;br /&gt;For being so fucking weak, I find it hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here's where my story ends &lt;/em&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/7995765284415936172-6082151422134085086?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6082151422134085086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6082151422134085086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6082151422134085086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6082151422134085086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-like-to-wake-and-go-to-bed-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-972702172993858354</id><published>2011-06-16T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T01:17:23.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remorse</title><content type='html'>Well, before i feel remorseful at the end of my graduating year I better say a few words. To prove my stand that I indeed appreciated their existence and am being grateful to them for playing a role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk down the walkway of school's engineering block, I had sharp deep thoughts of what's gonna happen after my poly years. 3 years is gonna pass swiftly, silently like a shadow.People say: Don't live with regrets , cherish what you have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone heard what cherish meant, but have they implied things learnt? Most importantly is, how do they imply it? Acknowledging that life is short is always simple, but being able to engage yourself in cherishing life is not easy because human doesn't know how is it enough to prevent them from feeling remorseful at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my mind tells me to safeguard your relationship with friends, hold no grudges against them so as to leave school with no regrets. Yes I did , did it all. But till the end, is the gracious attitude of mine that counts ? No, at the end, it is only your overwhleming desire counts.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want my friends to vanish from my sight after spending years nuturing our relationship together. I wouldn't want our moments to stay only as memories to carry down my life. I want them to be part of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound like a ' friend-obesession' freak or post like the horror thriller :"roomate",well I think such embarrasing obsession is in every youths.&lt;br /&gt;If you are still denying, there's no way out, cos it's already engrave in your soul. No escaping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-972702172993858354?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/972702172993858354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=972702172993858354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/972702172993858354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/972702172993858354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/06/remorse.html' title='Remorse'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6956528515704772431</id><published>2011-05-31T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T21:08:23.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Not because I do not have the courage to do so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving in, forget about it, hold no grudges, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;These few things are the simple steps you take towards building a &lt;em&gt;long lasting&lt;/em&gt; friendship. When their detestable action hits you, you swallow those queasy feeling to prevent the queasiness turning into the fuming spirit.&lt;br /&gt;But when it hits you time after time, you could predict their actions like you're a genius fortune teller. Too bad, such prediction practices cannot turn you into a professional psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; not to flare up, I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to smile like i'm just a emotionless moron. But blame the world for creating the word &lt;em&gt;limit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope not just because I'm the youngest of all I do not deserve any respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as it is, I just wanna convey the message that, put in more effort in your initiative aspect. I do not wanna take any action first before you guys do, cos(this might sound awful), we receive the same marks, we receive same compliments and remarks. You see the imbalance level? I put more effort and those extra efforts are just for covering up my queasy-about-to-fume emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ugly can this be. Yes, it's written in my heart and this page , the definition of ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just because I don't want to be the bad guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6956528515704772431?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6956528515704772431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6956528515704772431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6956528515704772431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6956528515704772431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-friends.html' title='Dear Friends'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-774266451165133083</id><published>2011-05-29T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:59:51.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Procrastinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qjIsdbBsE8g?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you couldn't stop procrastinating, this video is for you.&lt;br /&gt;[ I love his UK accent. *&lt;em&gt;Thumbs up*&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-774266451165133083?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/774266451165133083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=774266451165133083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/774266451165133083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/774266451165133083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/05/stop-procrastinating.html' title='Stop Procrastinating'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/qjIsdbBsE8g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6443040006093116313</id><published>2011-05-19T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:12:10.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woah, it seems to be a decade since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;I know I hardly talk anything about my family matters in my blog, cos I think it is silly and immature.&lt;br /&gt;But I really wanna say something that I think is deem fit.The things that my family members constantly do isn't what any typical family do everyday in their life. This is what I srtongly believe.&lt;br /&gt;Do you compromise oftenly? I do, in this family. Do you feel helpless oftenly ? I do ,in this family. Do you feel like you are never part of this family, instead a slave? I do, in this family.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not trying to convince you that I have landed myself in a villianous family who treats me like a workhorse. Contradictingly, I love my family deeep down in my heart, I guess way too deep that I couldn't pull it out and express my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomodating is way too difficult for my family. We have been accomodating each other throughout the years, and its kind of pushing everything to its limit. Well, sometimes I felt it's way above the limit till it's limitless. Nothing could put an end to it. Things just keep piling , and we have just have to bite each ends off mouth by mouth. Everyone is taking their turn time over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no weakling, I'm no powerless in this family. Just because we are equals, I feel more discouraged and insignificant in this family.&lt;br /&gt;All I could do is just pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Being feeble is nothing, it's just worthless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6443040006093116313?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6443040006093116313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6443040006093116313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6443040006093116313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6443040006093116313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/05/woah-it-seems-to-be-decade-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-8528421992765213035</id><published>2011-04-26T12:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:09:17.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School week started. And no, I'm not going to brag or grumble anything about school. I know that for every semester, I kind of grumble alot at the first week and I thought it's time to give myself a break because when life's good, I don't compliment it. Only when it turns out of the way for me, I whine endlessly. So it's a little unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of talking about school, let me show you some interesting videos that I thought some of them are interesting and meaningful, some are little unbelievable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Monopoly Movie Trailer &lt;br /&gt;Well, this trailer isn't real of course and to whoever who made this trailer deserves a thumbs up.Intense content when the guy proclaim he believes in love but with the old man saying money is more important than anything else, I felt it had a filmsy ending. You don't have to bawl out lamely that cash is everything when all I see are lame monopoly notes. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vGn3nydV6sU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, is Charlie and the Apple factory. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, those ipads, iphone , itouch. I'm not an apple user even though I hear a tons of marvellous comments from my apple-users friends.I am still pretty not much convinced that apple product is good. Well, my reasons? Basically, I hate domineering stuffs. They do dominate the technology market, but have you seen what adverse effect it does to human? &lt;br /&gt;Well, in this video I felt it brought out the message in a roundabout way. Check it out to see if you feel the same! &lt;br /&gt;(I couldn't get the embed link) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/gPYromrN7OI"&gt;Charlie and Apple factory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put in some fun stuff : iNavigator.&lt;br /&gt;I did mention I dislike iproducts, but I swear not for inavigator.It is a better tool than iproducts. hahahhaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGU0kRRWy_w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/gPYromrN7OI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-8528421992765213035?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8528421992765213035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=8528421992765213035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8528421992765213035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8528421992765213035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/04/school-week-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/vGn3nydV6sU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3100448841553101961</id><published>2011-04-14T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:12:57.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDFZziVMlbA/TabyOK_0aUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zh9ZrTbwDck/s1600/SNC01776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595425912338540866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDFZziVMlbA/TabyOK_0aUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zh9ZrTbwDck/s400/SNC01776.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending credits to my classmates that celebrated my belated birthday last Monday. Thank you for the special-ordered yumilicious cake and wonderful dinner out, and ice-skating !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating is a wonderful activity to engage in! Brand new experience for me. Didn't expect myself to learn how to ice skate within 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txv8t6kzReI/TabyOnM-rKI/AAAAAAAAADA/zzebSDzZdww/s1600/SNC01768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595425919909932194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txv8t6kzReI/TabyOnM-rKI/AAAAAAAAADA/zzebSDzZdww/s400/SNC01768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my skate moves aren't &lt;em&gt;perfectised &lt;/em&gt;yet but I believe with just one more trip, I think I will get a better hold of it! So I look forward to the next ice-skate outing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you everyone for the interesting gifts! A heartfelt thanks hug kisses to every lovely friends out there! You guys have been wonderful , I know no matter how many thousands thanks I give, it still doesn't count it up to the love you shared with me. &amp;lt;3 ( So a heart back to you ! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c367q23GW5Q/TabyOxljBII/AAAAAAAAADI/JQUPTvTNmyg/s1600/SNC01780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595425922697331842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c367q23GW5Q/TabyOxljBII/AAAAAAAAADI/JQUPTvTNmyg/s400/SNC01780.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sinhui's fingernail got burnt while she was lighting my candles! :S Oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3100448841553101961?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3100448841553101961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3100448841553101961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3100448841553101961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3100448841553101961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/04/sending-credits-to-my-classmates-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDFZziVMlbA/TabyOK_0aUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zh9ZrTbwDck/s72-c/SNC01776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-153326561089833740</id><published>2011-04-11T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:34:25.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Birthday to me. A humble girl is reborn today. Thank you friends for your affectionate wishes on facebook , twitter , plurk as well as texts. I appreciate your time spent to send me a simple or brimful messages. I would love to shout out special thanks to everyone once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another birthday is like a brand new start for every birthday boys and girls. How special can it be? Well, the fact is if you didn't realise , your bad day might be other people's wonderful day. And that particular day is their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My point is, at some time in your life, you will feel that a particular day, you are having a havoc of your lifetime. You marked it as the tremendously worst day of your entire life, whether you get fired, get betrayed by your best buddy , got a bimbotic remark from a bitch or received a sucker punch. &lt;br /&gt;But little did you realise that, that day was someone's birthday whether is it related to you or not. It is someone who thinks that, that single day is perfect, best for marriage, best for receiving presents and best day to make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is contradicting. I couldn't figure out who is on the selfish side. The grumpy one or the birthday mortal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time of the year, when April arrives , I feel rejuvenated. As if my soul was cleansed with holy water . It is amazing how I feel. And when it's 10th April, I feel everyone should be happy, never grumpy. Treat it as if it's the official royale family marriage day. See me as Kate Middleton. Well, selfish or not? You'll be my jury.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-153326561089833740?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/153326561089833740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=153326561089833740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/153326561089833740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/153326561089833740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-belated-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-600124840776304145</id><published>2011-04-05T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:43:00.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img688.imageshack.us/i/732192bored.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img688.imageshack.us/img688/4780/732192bored.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is way too boring and loonnngg! Oh mother. I thought having camp,my trip to Japan and a mini part time job could sum up the entire happy holidays 2011. But obviously I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Partly because my Japan trip was cancelled due to disasters. well I sincerely pray and beg everyone in Japan to stay strong and pull through these demanding disaster ( esp the nuclear case) Well, that's cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for my part time job, I hardly get any schedule from my boss cos I am a part-timer. So that clearly means, I am only assigned when I'm needed, but most of the time I'm not needed. So I'm stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ohhh.. maybe not tooo much stuck home policy going on. I went to catch up my time with old buddies , including classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had a hiking trip with classmates yesterday. Most of them disapproved such hiking plans, but our courageous and bravo chairman, Tiffany brought up this plan. I didn't know it was semi-succeed one. "Semi-succeed" cos we completed the hiking route, but to my dismay, most of my classmates did not turn up and the some most unexpected ones turn up! So it's good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We covered places like suntec city, esplanade , marina bay sands, somerset and last marina barrage. I didn't expect everyone would enjoy it, cos I did. I love walking instead of bus-sing and train-ing. I hope our spirit will grow together as a class, cos I don't want my youth to go wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want it to be completely fulfilling , remarkable and unforgettable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-600124840776304145?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/600124840776304145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=600124840776304145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/600124840776304145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/600124840776304145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-holiday-is-way-too-boring-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3264502429092725287</id><published>2011-03-28T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:30:57.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you guys are wondering where have I been all these weeks, worry not! Cause I'm gonna reveal what I'm busy with recently! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr, not exactly busy... Yes I've got a part time job and I think I'm gonna stick to this job even when school re opens. Working and studying . Yes I've decided to be more independent for my own pocket money. Tough life ahead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workplace is located @ serangoon. I'm working as a pastry master! hahah , what a dream. I'm just a plain pastry assistant serving Japan cream puff : BeardPaPa! woooo. If you guys wonder how a cream puff loook like here's an image below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img830.imageshack.us/i/70025840.png/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img830.imageshack.us/img830/6854/70025840.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uploaded with &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprise some people do not know how and what a cream puff is. Well, actually I don't until this shop is launched into Singapore few years back. At that time, Beardpapa's cream puff sells like hotcakes ! When I first land my taste buds on this puff I swear no other puffs can beat these Beardpapa puffs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Let me reveal some ingredients used... their very own ready-made custard and whippped cream! Well, the fact is I don't really know the ingredients used cause I'm not suppose to know. My task is to pump in cream when customers wants it. Simply taking orders and prepare the puffs. Easy job , but it drew my attention towards cooking and bakery! Yes another interest! I hope it soon becomes a dream come true hobby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img34.imageshack.us/i/beardpapa.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/9164/beardpapa.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://imageshack.us'&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3264502429092725287?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3264502429092725287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3264502429092725287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3264502429092725287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3264502429092725287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-guys-are-wondering-where-have-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-450923978787189022</id><published>2011-03-11T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:56:30.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just return from LTC camp. I think this is such a great end for my 2 years in poly and it is a brilliant mark for starting year 3 .&lt;br /&gt;I'm left one year in poly, specifically saying only 1 semester left, which is 5 months left. The second semester year 3 I will be sent a hundred miles away from school for CPTC training and internship which takes up the entire semester including my precious holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to appreciate the times I had and gonna have with friends. Time is short, our lives are moving in light speed, it is just hard to pace your steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days back, in camp, I do the same stuffs I do in previous RDC camp. Camp facilitator and motivator. Though 3 days back, I dread to go for camp, but it turn out to be a fulfilling one. It managed to fed the questions that I stomached it all along. My qualities, my capabilities. Where can my qualities streched to? When can I truly possess the strength I knew I had all along? Its partially answered, and I clearly understood where I could find my answers. This is what makes it satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to fulfil an expedition camp instead of a school camp. Cos if I don't go for an expedition camp, my NYAA will go to waste. I've got no more holidays to spare after this school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part of life is a part of our learning journey, never once will it go meaningless and worthless. Bear that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QscDUu454tg/TXm5WuUaEdI/AAAAAAAAACw/OcfrvtXJaR0/s1600/SNC02394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QscDUu454tg/TXm5WuUaEdI/AAAAAAAAACw/OcfrvtXJaR0/s400/SNC02394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582697013144326610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-450923978787189022?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/450923978787189022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=450923978787189022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/450923978787189022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/450923978787189022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-return-from-ltc-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-QscDUu454tg/TXm5WuUaEdI/AAAAAAAAACw/OcfrvtXJaR0/s72-c/SNC02394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-4419600472557746472</id><published>2011-02-23T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:56:36.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went down to Thomson Plaza last Sunday to try Korean BBQ chicken! As the name states, BBQ chicken , I did not try their chicken but I tried their pasta, fish and chips and chicken chop ( well I know there's chicken but that's not exactly their speciality! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576896418134606754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r23V73mhgog/TWUdvqAPw6I/AAAAAAAAACE/fd21oWcvZNQ/s400/Pg%25252014-N.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r23V73mhgog/TWUdvqAPw6I/AAAAAAAAACE/fd21oWcvZNQ/s1600/Pg%25252014-N.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite page in every western restaurant menu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCa9U5Rp-8o/TWUdvmE8tpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CM5wFdOtphI/s1600/SNC02353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576896417080587922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCa9U5Rp-8o/TWUdvmE8tpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CM5wFdOtphI/s400/SNC02353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576896414588393842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hK8fzBdW8I/TWUdvcyw2XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/59zhdROkD6s/s400/SNC02350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zZmIwNhJHI/TWUdvKciyGI/AAAAAAAAABs/dkzLFXWwolA/s1600/SNC02349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576896409663359074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zZmIwNhJHI/TWUdvKciyGI/AAAAAAAAABs/dkzLFXWwolA/s400/SNC02349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GNtTC9lVZQ/TWUc6sFEKOI/AAAAAAAAABk/7ByDER9VS1Q/s1600/SNC02344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576895508158621922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GNtTC9lVZQ/TWUc6sFEKOI/AAAAAAAAABk/7ByDER9VS1Q/s400/SNC02344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cream pasta taste the best out of other dishes! Well, I'm kind of bored with Fish n Chips, but my sis insisted it! Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;The most worthy thing is, there is student meal round the clock, except for weekends I think! And it's only $9.90! The meal includes a main dish, side dish and float! OMG, value in money especially in restaurant !Let alone a KOREAN restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting thing is they serve Westernised food -.- Well.... their speciality is herbal chicken but we didn't try. Herbal chicken doesn't sound platable to us.&lt;br /&gt;I will drop by the restaurant again! Their food is marvellous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-4419600472557746472?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4419600472557746472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=4419600472557746472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4419600472557746472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4419600472557746472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/02/went-down-to-thomson-plaza-last-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r23V73mhgog/TWUdvqAPw6I/AAAAAAAAACE/fd21oWcvZNQ/s72-c/Pg%25252014-N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7264636467380753261</id><published>2011-02-23T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:30:05.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift's Asia! (my February video blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zmv26eqduSg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite idol's Asia tour ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7264636467380753261?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7264636467380753261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7264636467380753261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7264636467380753261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7264636467380753261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/02/taylor-swifts-asia-my-february-video.html' title='Taylor Swift&apos;s Asia! (my February video blog)'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/Zmv26eqduSg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7910838955731262033</id><published>2011-02-19T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:11:57.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OlhLOWTnVoQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch this film next week! Hopefully, my friends are interested too. &lt;br /&gt;It's all about hiking stuff, you know those outdoor stuffs that always caught my eyes? hahahah. ( My sis is persuading me to buy insurance now cos she got a pay out of $700+ ; guess I will give it a try ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more video for appreciation. Music Lovers out there, I'm sure you know Lady Gaga's latest song : Born this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lL2IxuUKZ-c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Tyler guy is a great singer ,a youtuber singer though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7910838955731262033?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7910838955731262033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7910838955731262033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7910838955731262033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7910838955731262033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wanna-watch-this-film-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/OlhLOWTnVoQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-928762199997758692</id><published>2011-02-15T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:32:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnxOlHoroVk/TVnlXyzqkuI/AAAAAAAAABc/amkSRenX1qg/s1600/Black_Swan_m-535x331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573738210785923810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnxOlHoroVk/TVnlXyzqkuI/AAAAAAAAABc/amkSRenX1qg/s320/Black_Swan_m-535x331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So, I caught a film ,Black Swan with my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it is a distasteful,nasty movie. Psychologically tormenting throughout. Well, probably I'm not an artistic person so I don't understand what the writer is trying to bring out. I thought through the film, but I still got nothing figured out. Except that I know, Nina ( Natalie Portman) is struggling to bring out the role as a black swan. It is pretty the way she dance but I just don't get why is she struggling in such a &lt;em&gt;tormentous&lt;/em&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't get why is there so many sexual content in the movie, and it's lesbian sex. Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;Just so akward .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-928762199997758692?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/928762199997758692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=928762199997758692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/928762199997758692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/928762199997758692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnxOlHoroVk/TVnlXyzqkuI/AAAAAAAAABc/amkSRenX1qg/s72-c/Black_Swan_m-535x331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7886437577340518697</id><published>2011-02-09T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:43:50.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F7Vc4WeZQ38" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this artistic video by WongFu Production. It's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;This shoot seems to express how a windmill feel when travelling from place to place. And the windmill represents the purest heart of a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel. Interesting video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7886437577340518697?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7886437577340518697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7886437577340518697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7886437577340518697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7886437577340518697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/02/check-out-this-artistic-video-by-wongfu.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/F7Vc4WeZQ38/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-9099279348419919155</id><published>2011-02-08T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:12:22.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img585.imageshack.us/i/familytogether1.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img585.imageshack.us/img585/4633/familytogether1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wish I could start a family soon.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, what wish is that. My wish for this is dedicated solely for my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with cousins recently and they are all grown-ups, having their own adorable kids, own family.&lt;br /&gt;While me, still studying, scrapping every bits of being a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy married my mum when he was about 40? Yeah, that's old I know. But when fate wants it this way, who could put their hands on such dicey predicament?&lt;br /&gt;So he had to work for another 10 years before we,his children start a family.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard on him, and way too harsh. He has been working all his life. Honestly I felt, he lost all free time he has, devoting all his time to this family.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to lax about life alittle, tone down his pace. But I know I couldn't entirely make him do so. I'm still studying, working cum studying, hmmm, I always gave a second thought. My friends could, why couldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my mum opens a provision shop, I had to sacrifice every weekends to help her around. So talking about having an extra job on hand, I could just exhaust myself.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly , the first reason has actually caused a ripple effect , without time in the weekends, let alone studying in the weekends. Time after school is for me to catch up what's in school. SO time after school, &lt;em&gt;*poof&lt;/em&gt;* gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I just take it easy? Just live the way life is dedicated for me . I lose nothing, but I sacrificed my daddy for the life I'm living in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry Daddy, till now, I still couldn't find an appropriate resolution to make your life easier. &lt;/em&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/7995765284415936172-9099279348419919155?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/9099279348419919155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=9099279348419919155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/9099279348419919155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/9099279348419919155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/02/wish-i-could-start-family-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5468987809187588392</id><published>2011-02-07T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:12:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When She's Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When she's gone, never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newphew saw the wreath around her picture. She, laid peacefully, with an expressionless face. He didn't know what was going on. He told my mum, " She's dressed beautifully, sleeping quietly. The next few days, she will be sitting the plane and she will never come back... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nephew didn't know what was going, but I do. Before I reached her funeral, I am confused , confuse about how I should truly feel. I defintely feel remorseful and regretful. The only day when you knew how regret is defined is only when your prize possessions are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she's gone. I thought this is just a plain viscous cycle of humane life. Cruel at the same time, ruthless. But it is more than this repetitive viscous cycle, it is more than cruelty. I stepped into the funeral. I moved nervously towards the rear of her catafalque ( euphemism for coffin ) , looking up at her picture. I missed her smile. Her young, radiant look. Always look vibrant and all ready for a new day. But now, she just got ready to sleep through her life and never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a hard fact to accept, it is not a sudden decision she made. Her weakened body told us a few days back &amp;amp; then creptly taking her live away. I prayed for her, wishing whoever I could connect to would help her make the safest &amp;amp; best decision for her. I thank you for answering my prayers. I believe she left with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for her to remember me even if she's not living on Earth anymore, not within our vision, not living by our souls. This is selfish , but I would never want her to forget me, cos she is deeply engraved into my heart &amp;amp; soul, never forgotten... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-5468987809187588392?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5468987809187588392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5468987809187588392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5468987809187588392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5468987809187588392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-shes-gone.html' title='When She&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7786293665507595039</id><published>2011-02-02T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:30:45.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyU4FeVdUa4&amp;amp;NR=1&amp;amp;feature=fvwp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i found this video about Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;She deleted her facebook because of weird guys.&lt;br /&gt;I deleted my facebook too, but not because of weird guys of course. I like the Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(embedded code not available)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7786293665507595039?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7786293665507595039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7786293665507595039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7786293665507595039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7786293665507595039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/02/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6790540991404340058</id><published>2011-02-02T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:17:32.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gB1-4joCoH0" frameborder="0" width="560" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I wanna learn Slalom skiing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is free lessons offered during the Feb and March Sundays @ East coast park for Aggressive skating and skateboarding! Ahhh, I wanna find a partner to take part with! (:&lt;br /&gt;It's FREEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR PEOPLE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6790540991404340058?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6790540991404340058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6790540991404340058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6790540991404340058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6790540991404340058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/02/damn-i-wanna-learn-slalom-skiing-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/gB1-4joCoH0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7323676370832961441</id><published>2011-01-29T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:06:26.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dream job (s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip the topic of being a chemical engineer cos I realize I can only become an engineer when I grow up. All I equipped myself right now could only professionalize in engineering, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;So I still dream of becoming someone else I dream to be. Dreams are meant to be unrealistic. But at times, disbelief happens and hits you hard. You might end up with other kinds of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img811.imageshack.us/i/barista31kcjr400.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img811.imageshack.us/img811/7489/barista31kcjr400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream to take up this role as my part time job during school holidays or maybe study while working. Hmm, both choices fit. My sister has a grander dream, she dreams of opening a café. I told her she could offer me the position of Barista while she’ll be the boss. Maybe we’ll just become working partners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outdoor Camp Instructor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img341.imageshack.us/i/28684sm.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/4489/28684sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love outdoor activities, out in the Sun. I love adventures too! But due to financial crisis and time constraints I do not get the chance to adventure round the world.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope I have a hiking partner and we’ll hike around the world endlessly. I want to witness all the sceneries in the world. I want to feel different every day. But life’s hard, money matters more than fun, so I think this mission is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Ok next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img11.imageshack.us/i/24155pcnjonas17taylorsw.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/5789/24155pcnjonas17taylorsw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I want to be Taylor swift. Hahaha, whatever. Pretty face with delicate features. Her skin is insuperable I have never seen someone with such soft skin. Swore I never did. Not just her face, her model-like figure plus a lovely voice is just so undefeatable. All in one for a perfect princess doll.&lt;br /&gt;If I were her, I would become a model. But model society is just too unpleasant. Corruption, bribery, prostitution maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physiotherapist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img218.imageshack.us/i/sarahbaechi.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/3102/sarahbaechi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, just a dream job. Got inspired last year during YOG event. I saw those cool physiotherapists looking after their athletes just like a babysitter or maybe a kindergarten teacher. How fun is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much dream jobs, which one should I hold? Or maybe I gotta be down-to –earth and just be the person I should be. An engineer and a filial daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my quote for the day, ‘ Life sucks, Take drugs!’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7323676370832961441?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7323676370832961441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7323676370832961441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7323676370832961441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7323676370832961441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-dream-job-s-skip-topic-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5084564740193956612</id><published>2011-01-28T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:53:11.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img84.imageshack.us/i/6fd65c2e6a8d2b4a41b0cbe.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/1580/6fd65c2e6a8d2b4a41b0cbe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be someone like her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-5084564740193956612?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5084564740193956612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5084564740193956612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5084564740193956612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5084564740193956612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wanna-be-someone-like-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3854174271385157611</id><published>2011-01-24T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:12:07.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img809.imageshack.us/i/snc02180.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img809.imageshack.us/img809/801/snc02180.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://imageshack.us'&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Shufang for the New Year Gift! I appreciate it !&lt;br /&gt;Friends are welcome to my house during CNY! I'm gonna prepare Yu sheng and tidbits for all! So drop by if wanna pay me a visit ( not for the ang baos ok )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img812.imageshack.us/i/snc02183.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img812.imageshack.us/img812/7371/snc02183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Portia for the random gift! It is a non-electromagnetic wave sticker from Korea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3854174271385157611?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3854174271385157611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3854174271385157611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3854174271385157611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3854174271385157611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/01/uploaded-with-imageshack.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6263970031090179254</id><published>2011-01-23T00:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:58:48.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My laptop is finally back after being admitted into the hospital for a month and half!&lt;br /&gt;Damn Fujitsu service, I had to send a complain letter to the management! If not, they will never get my laptop fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started after term break. It’s a brand new year with new resolution.&lt;br /&gt;As years go by, resolution seems to be meaningless at the start of the year. Instead, I think it only comes in handy in the quarter part of the year. That is when the year is going to end, then resolution is pointless again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img833.imageshack.us/i/snc02031.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img833.imageshack.us/img833/2237/snc02031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school has been good. Surprisingly, I could handle most of the odds in school. It’s near the end of the semester, it is when reports start pouring in, tutors and lecturers urge us to complete reports before exams week. I manage to complete every report before deadline. Except for one or two reports left.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to end of school semester. I know this is only the part in poly life that you get to meet up with your friends and have a great deal of fun! And also, I look forward to the upcoming expedition camp! I hope there’s an overseas expedition camp offered to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img138.imageshack.us/i/okinawatreehouseatentra.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/5498/okinawatreehouseatentra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, one thing I can look forward to is SCHOOL EXCHANGE JAPAN TRIP: OKINAWA!! *Scream*!! Trip is costly, so most of my classmates drop the idea of going the exchange trip but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;Japan has always been my first dream holiday destination. So I gotta grab the chance! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NE Trip to the National Museum. The most fascinating thing they offered is complimentary tickets to student! So I get to tour the Museum for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an enriching trip, the start of Singapore history is well explained there. Though well explained, it is still a little confusing, because, to understand the entire history, you have to start the trail at the right track. But neither of my friends and I did, so I kinda lose track in the history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img402.imageshack.us/i/snc02106.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/491/snc02106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img153.imageshack.us/i/snc02108.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/5858/snc02108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img834.imageshack.us/i/snc02111.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/7546/snc02111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img232.imageshack.us/i/snc02114.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/4929/snc02114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful historical artefacts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the familiar brands of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img831.imageshack.us/i/snc02087.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img831.imageshack.us/img831/7097/snc02087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img829.imageshack.us/i/snc02085.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img829.imageshack.us/img829/461/snc02085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img717.imageshack.us/i/snc02083.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img717.imageshack.us/img717/5945/snc02083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img694.imageshack.us/i/snc02086.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/8400/snc02086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo~ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those fridays. Met up with beloved friends to celebrate Kee Wei’s Birthday! But end up; it was a failed surprise once again! I realize, we never fail to have epic moments with Kee Wei. She is always the joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;There’s once we wanted to surprise her in school, but the surprise turn out to be a mess! We didn’t manage to meet up with her instead; we hung her birthday cake at her house’s door. It was a long story. No fun if you want to mess with her. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken that day of her celebration! (Photos from her blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img508.imageshack.us/i/p1030582l.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/5233/p1030582l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Girl and I !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img140.imageshack.us/i/p1030583i.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/9343/p1030583i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img510.imageshack.us/i/p1030581y.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/3083/p1030581y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img141.imageshack.us/i/p1030580k.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/5964/p1030580k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img25.imageshack.us/i/p1030584n.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/1134/p1030584n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img248.imageshack.us/i/p1030593z.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/6990/p1030593z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img709.imageshack.us/i/p1030610h.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/8106/p1030610h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo. Artistic much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6263970031090179254?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6263970031090179254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6263970031090179254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6263970031090179254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6263970031090179254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-laptop-is-finally-back-after-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-2765668717138196261</id><published>2010-12-30T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:09:52.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before 2010 comes to an end I would like to commence my end of being 18 &amp;amp; entering the year of being 19 is just 2 more days away. To be exact 1.5 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I dislike the feeling of preparing yourself for the new year. This is because every year I beg for the new year to be fantastic but it always turn out to be unsatisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, maybe I'm awry this time. I should start to learn how to appreciate what my life has offered. I believe whatever decision I have made may consider a mistake but deep down I know it is the best decision I have made for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel sulky, thinking that I have deeply let myself down this year. Today I feel hesitant , can't pull myself up to face challenges ahead. Today i feel powerless, I get less control of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I know, it is not me alone to blame, it is my family, friends, acquaintance in my life. They took charge of my life, allowing me to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetically saying, they relieved my burden , they guide me through my path life. And I am obliged to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gratitude  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the utmost important adjective in my life. I will carry it down my life. I will be thankful for those who played a part in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-2765668717138196261?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2765668717138196261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=2765668717138196261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2765668717138196261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2765668717138196261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-2010-comes-to-end-i-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5479279045225302242</id><published>2010-12-29T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:01:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the 23/12/2010, a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my poly mates to celebrate Portia's &amp;amp; Ploy's birthday! It was much more of a surprise for Portia cos her birthday falls on a 27/12/2010 a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful week, cos I made 2 surprises for different group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Surprises doesn't come easily without the help of your friends. So I thank you for whoever that helped me out that day. The surprise wasn't solely my idea. Credits to Shufang who is always with those brilliant ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contented that Portia was feeling much better that week with the accompany of her sec friends and us (polymates). I couldn't entirely help her with her emotions battle but I know what I can do is to listen to her troubles and heal it with my intellectual identification of humane feelings and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is a sinner. Everyone is punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No photos* It's all kept in my friend's folder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-5479279045225302242?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5479279045225302242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5479279045225302242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5479279045225302242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5479279045225302242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-23122010-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-4334632387208707552</id><published>2010-12-28T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:11:57.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the 20/12/2010 and 21/12/2010 it is my full-range exercise plan.&lt;br /&gt;I went cycling with my buddies on the 20/12/2010 and hiking on the 21/12/2010. This takes up the first 2 days of the starting week of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;We cycled the same route as I did with my sister. We conquerd the east area, which is from pasir ris to east coast park. I'm glad my buddies like the trip.&lt;br /&gt;I realise there are lotsa plants that I don't know at all and hardly took notice of it. But smart-alert Shufang took notice of it all. I am amazed by her knowledge of plants and fruits. She taught me and Portia the plants that she saw. She is surprisingly observant!&lt;br /&gt;I can't count it up to her , cos I have cycled that route 2 times, and considering this time with her, it is the 3rd time. I have never took any notice of it, but she did ! I saw cotton tree, pong pong tree , mimosa plant, and some other fruit trees. This is what shufang taught me!&lt;br /&gt;The cycling tour is like an excursion trip, fulfilling indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 21/12/2010, a Tuesday. Me and Portia set off in the morning 11 am to macritchie. We started our track from my house, slowly hiking down to ang mo kio, bishan then thomson and then reaching our final destination. I am content with the weather that day. The sun is shining vibrantly, allowing me to get some tan(s).&lt;br /&gt;However, we are disappointed till the end, cos we did not get up to the tree top walk in macritchie due to the unfavourable weather. Siren went off when we were hiking at the most exciting track in the forest. We were sent off with the siren alarming periodically.&lt;br /&gt;And then we took the bus to city hall to get my laptop fixed. ( it happens every semester ; basically fujitsu sucks)&lt;br /&gt;With my laptop fixed, my agenda for that day is done, but not for Portia. We continued our journey on foot to bugis street to collect her sister's mouse and get the wrist band she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This commences the end of our hiking journey and we hopeto continue the macritchie walk again next time!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm~ and I wonder when will it be (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-4334632387208707552?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4334632387208707552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=4334632387208707552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4334632387208707552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4334632387208707552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-20122010-and-21122010-it-is-my-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-4526110271834829020</id><published>2010-12-24T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T11:31:50.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah, the Christmas week is too fulfilling that I'm suffocating with the activities this week.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm relieved I get to enjoy my week to the fullest although X'mas is not here yet!&lt;br /&gt;The first day of my term break, 18/12/2010. It is Doreen's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;My secondary school clique decided to give her and the upcoming birthday girl Hwee teng a surprise! It is kind of a success. :)&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long I meet them out for an outing.&lt;br /&gt;Giving birthday surprise is a wonderful thing to do! The bloopers are not to be revealed!&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated their birthday at Marina Barrage. That is my favourite place for now.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm going there next week again for class outing! EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Gallery @ Marina Barrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img825.imageshack.us/i/p1030202s.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img825.imageshack.us/img825/5840/p1030202s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img408.imageshack.us/i/p1030204q.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/4231/p1030204q.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img522.imageshack.us/i/p1030208g.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/2617/p1030208g.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img64.imageshack.us/i/p1030211l.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/6391/p1030211l.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - 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Official Video - KevJumba x Wong Fu Productions x D...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4MVFAx-AX3c?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will rock more than KEVJUMBA! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6374465487167979041?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6374465487167979041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6374465487167979041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6374465487167979041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6374465487167979041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/12/dance-to-this-song-official-video.html' title='Dance to this Song - Official Video - KevJumba x Wong Fu Productions x D...'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/4MVFAx-AX3c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-2741581834714340523</id><published>2010-11-27T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:14:23.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What my parents have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m proud to have my parents by my side all the time. Not literally listening to my distresses, chat with me about their personal problems. Not all that at all. They are always by my side physically and I couldn’t ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is hard for them to draw out time to keep updated on my school work and personal life. I know deep down, they trust that I could handle it pretty well and I wouldn’t rely on them to handle such minor stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I always blame my parents for not keeping me accompany because I envy my friends, they have their parents with them all the time. They spent quality time with them, while I don’t. Whenever my parents are back from work, they reprimand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realize they did more and better things than just reprimanding me. Just that, I was young back then, I thought parents should be angels, serve me every now and then when I needed them to. I don’t blame myself for being so immature back then because I am young. A child grows and learns their mistakes but not to get embarrassed by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents as much as they love me. I have never plucked up my courage to tell them that I love them. I hope time will spare me to tell them that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-2741581834714340523?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2741581834714340523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=2741581834714340523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2741581834714340523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2741581834714340523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-my-parents-have-done-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7603693999087990326</id><published>2010-11-15T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:33:54.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My poor blog. Left deserted for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;No special events updates for the past few weeks cos life in school is too repetitive for elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Read up an interesting 13 facts about singles. Yeah, till now, I am still pathetically single. For 18 years in my life, I enjoyed being who I am but I will never lie that sometimes, I am curious on how having a boyfriend is like.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh made me sound like some desperate singles looking for love online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact 1 &lt;/strong&gt;: Mr. Right is no where in sight .&lt;br /&gt;That's true for me, no matter how many friends I have made, there's no chemistry between me and those guy friends I made. Well, sometimes due to opposite attraction-kind of theory, maybe a few percentage but I couldn't tell if its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact 2: &lt;/strong&gt;Being introduced to someone and being told they're single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WTF, if any of my friends or family would set me up to a blind date or wadsoever ways to create love sparks, I will slaughter them. I am serious. I take pride in myself ALOT. Such set-up dates are intentional love. Love is unintentional, it is in a situation whereby everything flows what you never expected it to be... Isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact 3:&lt;/strong&gt;  Celebrating special occasions alone without a special one.&lt;br /&gt;Well I disagree on this fact. I would choose to celebrate special occasions with my family than with my partner. I think it is more heart-warming to  celebrate occasions with family as the occasions are meant to "commemorate" the bond formed in the family .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact 4: &lt;/strong&gt;Comfort. Snuggle up your partner when you needed comfort.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I need! Sometimes I need hugs from friends and family to comfort me at low times to feel at ease or to express my gratefulness. However, I couldn't hug them in the middle of the day right? So partner come useful at times like this !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact 5:&lt;/strong&gt;  Validation&lt;br /&gt;Well I get lots of good appraisal from my friends, so such validation is not critically important from a partner I think? Maybe the feeling of being praised will be different from that special one, but who knows till I get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've drawn out only 5 facts about singles cos these few only compromise my current situation. The others, hmm maybe other times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7603693999087990326?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7603693999087990326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7603693999087990326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7603693999087990326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7603693999087990326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-poor-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5985751982696005699</id><published>2010-10-31T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:08:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fun-filled activities with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;The past teenage years I hardly hang out with my sister. However I realise as I turn older, i start to spend more time with my family.&lt;em&gt; Prolly&lt;/em&gt; I realise how valuable my family is to me without them, I would not be who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cycling from Pasir ris to East coast. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img214.imageshack.us/i/snc01410.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/5391/snc01410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img812.imageshack.us/i/snc01405.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img812.imageshack.us/img812/8208/snc01405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img841.imageshack.us/i/snc01402.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img841.imageshack.us/img841/3514/snc01402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite place along the path to east coast is the bungalows at Upper changi rd! You guys should check it out. The serenity there is totally different from any places in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passion walk ( 3km Art lighting appreciation walk ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we went for this walk, my sis wanted the goodie bag. The ironic thing is we have to pay $16 for the ticket each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img696.imageshack.us/i/snc01520.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img696.imageshack.us/img696/1853/snc01520.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img408.imageshack.us/i/snc01521.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/5865/snc01521.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img209.imageshack.us/i/snc01503.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/1495/snc01503.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img87.imageshack.us/i/snc01523.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/875/snc01523.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img401.imageshack.us/i/snc01504.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/6205/snc01504.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img594.imageshack.us/i/snc01516.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img594.imageshack.us/img594/1861/snc01516.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-5985751982696005699?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5985751982696005699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5985751982696005699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5985751982696005699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5985751982696005699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-filled-activities-with-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7468733542455921979</id><published>2010-10-24T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:31:50.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay School started. Just like any other day actually.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my past holidays so much that I'm still indulged in reminiscing the days of YOG and Poly Forum. I'm still glad that I could keep in touch with some of my forum mates. We still hang out together some days in a week after schoool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as days go by, we will defintely lost touch in a while then everything will be a past experience. Just a memory to track down your life journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, school started, I can't embrace fully on non-academic activities anymore. This semester is gonnna so intense . All my modules are closely related to Physics. Now I have to dig out my past Olevels physics textbook to review those formulaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a stressful post I've made. Hahaha. No matter what, smile smile smile. It is all worthwhile to be 18 this year.Fulfilling indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary girl like me could also have a fruitful life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="1280" height="745"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vHKfwuCrQM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vHKfwuCrQM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7468733542455921979?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7468733542455921979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7468733542455921979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7468733542455921979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7468733542455921979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/10/okay-school-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6826877826110784266</id><published>2010-10-17T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:06:33.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img177.imageshack.us/i/backtoschool.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/9509/backtoschool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes . School tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I know its not gonna be fun. Workload will flood like unexpected disasters.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to see my friends, I am happy to study my new modules. But these excitement will not suffice the stress I will face for the next semester. I heard from the programme 4 course groups that the modules are killers. Ruthless killers. Heard Thermodynamics is hell, engineering maths is your grave and heat mass transfer is the execution module for the entire semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst still, semestral project 4 is nothing far better. It is to execute a proposal for a plant set-up I think? 0.0 OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I clearly understand that I have yet to be mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had too much fun during school holidays. YOG volunteering, class chalet, friends' outing, poly forum. Woah my goodness, I hardly have such fulfilling holidays ever in my life. I promised myself that I would live to the fullest for my teenage life. I'm not gonna regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I should be thankful that I'm not granted french language 3 for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img801.imageshack.us/i/ist23965048backtoschool.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img801.imageshack.us/img801/5818/ist23965048backtoschool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6826877826110784266?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6826877826110784266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6826877826110784266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6826877826110784266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6826877826110784266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-2350786459957741163</id><published>2010-10-11T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:43:14.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out this great xinmsn Video: Best Goal Celebration Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.xin.msn.com/watch/video/best-goal-celebration-ever/1j87pdq47?from=sharepermalink-blogger"&gt;Check out this great xinmsn Video: Best Goal Celebration Ever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahah. Love this !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="guckf8d7" width="432" height="415 " &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://img.widgets.video.s-msn.com/flash/customplayer/1_0/customplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="." /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="player.v=e1e8cfdb-12cc-45ba-9ed7-45d5073406c7&amp;configName=syndicationplayer&amp;configCsid=msnvideo&amp;mkt=en-sg&amp;fg=shareObject" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://img.widgets.video.s-msn.com/flash/customplayer/1_0/customplayer.swf" width="432" height="415" id="guckf8d7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" base="." flashvars="player.v=e1e8cfdb-12cc-45ba-9ed7-45d5073406c7&amp;configName=syndicationplayer&amp;configCsid=msnvideo&amp;mkt=en-sg&amp;fg=shareEmbed"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.xin.msn.com/watch/video/best-goal-celebration-ever/1j87pdq47?fg=sharenoembed" target="_new"title="Best Goal Celebration Ever"&gt;Video: Best Goal Celebration Ever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-2350786459957741163?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2350786459957741163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=2350786459957741163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2350786459957741163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2350786459957741163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/10/check-out-this-great-xinmsn-video-best.html' title='Check out this great xinmsn Video: Best Goal Celebration Ever'/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-8675382534432539804</id><published>2010-10-09T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:08:48.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img297.imageshack.us/i/33595140999597804914769.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/1238/33595140999597804914769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marks my last day in the entire poly forum 'Singapore 2030'. With such emotional ending of the event, I left np with regrets not been able to contribute much during the event. All I did participate in is the skit , no speech or presentation. Felt like I didn't fully utilise my brain during the forum.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, but one thing for sure, I made alot of friends. Friends that I could pick up a conversation with, comfortable to hang out with and most importantly, able to discuss as a group with no tensions at all. Amazing isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img87.imageshack.us/i/39602141051431100714769.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/74/39602141051431100714769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis told me, when you held high hopes for any particular event you are participating in, the less fun the event will be. While I didn't hold any hopes for the forum at all, cos I thought it would be another round of hi-bye friends. But its different this time, I felt like we are close brothers and sisters. We occasionally need hugs from each and everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img832.imageshack.us/i/33703141056611230214769.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img832.imageshack.us/img832/4092/33703141056611230214769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img63.imageshack.us/i/44261141056815235314769.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/5164/44261141056815235314769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't enjoy the social night to the fullest too, because of culprit PMS.&lt;br /&gt;PMS, sometimes just makes you wanna break away from buzzing social parties. So how did I survive through the night? hahaha, I decided to fold roses to suppress my depressed mood. However, poor evelyn still could understand how toturous my PMS was. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;The only photo I took that night was this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img717.imageshack.us/i/39589141049963064014769.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img717.imageshack.us/img717/6474/39589141049963064014769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haahaha, I gave Alvin my bouquet of self-made roses, and he was elated!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person that I'm most impressed with is my DEAREST SHAMOOOOOSE. Omg, he's the most handsome, caring, sharing, angelic boy I've ever met! He cares for every single one of us in our group and he works a 100 times harder than anyone else in the forum to ensure the whole forum runs smooothly. He totally lost his voice on the last 2 days but he still continue to put his full effort to take care of our welfare. HOW AMAZING IS MY SHAMOOOOOOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img514.imageshack.us/i/33774141060699332414769.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/5932/33774141060699332414769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-8675382534432539804?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8675382534432539804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=8675382534432539804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8675382534432539804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8675382534432539804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday-marks-my-last-day-in-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3669441275210726767</id><published>2010-09-30T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:28:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poly Forum in Progress. It's the end of week 1 for me. I'm not attending tmr's session cos I've volunteering work in school! and that is visiting the elderly's home.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I am working on the topic ageing population and I think tmr's visit would be lucrative for my discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the poly forum, went for various talks by officials of different bodies. I could hardly concentrate, and I am always in trance state. Except for activities that involves physical activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img268.imageshack.us/i/59834140023069392314769.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/1346/59834140023069392314769.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour to YAH community College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img408.imageshack.us/i/59834140023073392414769.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/2048/59834140023073392414769.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://imageshack.us'&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are OFF to Malaysia next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3669441275210726767?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3669441275210726767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3669441275210726767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3669441275210726767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3669441275210726767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/09/poly-forum-in-progress.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1491970720387784999</id><published>2010-09-26T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:41:22.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Script- For the First Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYWp1mc7i-w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYWp1mc7i-w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube removed the embedded code&lt;br /&gt;:((!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-1491970720387784999?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1491970720387784999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1491970720387784999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1491970720387784999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1491970720387784999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/09/script-for-first-time-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7375800277557482962</id><published>2010-09-24T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:26:07.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh dentist dentist, Mr Charming Dentist. You lied to me. I have to wait for another 2 months to remove those tiny freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended YOG appreciation party last friday ! We are allowed to enter USS during it's closing hour, from 6.30-11.30pm. Since the entry tix is free, Samantha and I spent the entire permitted hours in the studio! :)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, we shopped and walked round and round the studio.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so contented! Because spending above $100 is likely to happen during the trip, but I spent less than $50 !! Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole studio is not fully lit-ted so some part is really dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img836.imageshack.us/i/59828432352572599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img836.imageshack.us/img836/3371/59828432352572599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why the vehicle no. plate shines! It's awesome !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img843.imageshack.us/i/59837432352747599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img843.imageshack.us/img843/7199/59837432352747599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO-LOOO~New York City Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img96.imageshack.us/i/59883432354142599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/3461/59883432354142599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum . I didn't get to meet Hansel and Gretel in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img204.imageshack.us/i/61102432354182599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/3637/61102432354182599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img59.imageshack.us/i/61133432352942599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/5715/61133432352942599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in psychic powers as much as you do !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img839.imageshack.us/i/61159432353332599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img839.imageshack.us/img839/5623/61159432353332599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ended my court session! Busy day ahead ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img714.imageshack.us/i/61863432353912599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img714.imageshack.us/img714/2951/61863432353912599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a bite of my cookie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img831.imageshack.us/i/61737432355322599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img831.imageshack.us/img831/694/61737432355322599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my truck load of popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img840.imageshack.us/i/62270432353407599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img840.imageshack.us/img840/4849/62270432353407599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, he's unpleasant to look at :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img62.imageshack.us/i/62575432353642599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img62.imageshack.us/img62/1921/62575432353642599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so what's my next destination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha mentioned this was a kind-of-pathetic appreciation party. Shouldn't there be a host for a party? Like we could cheer with beers ,soft drinks whatever. hahahah, I think she's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7375800277557482962?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7375800277557482962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7375800277557482962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7375800277557482962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7375800277557482962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-dentist-dentist-mr-charming-dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-9023316455235651164</id><published>2010-09-20T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:23:34.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good News! I'm removing my braces tmr, well maybe removing, that depends on what my favourite dentist will say. He told me on the last visit that my teeth will be independent starting from next visit onwards which means tmr !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I wished my dentist will never remove my braces. Its not that it looks good on me, in fact i think it's a little hideous. Hahaha, cause braces treatment requires tons of money, so I thought it will be a pity if it was removed so soon from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt; But for now, I wished to see the perfect artwork my braces did to my mouth. The artwork of the little hideous freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious or not.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I received lots of news about my friends going overseas to study or some undergo attachment. Hmph~while i didn't get a chance to at all. No news from my lecturers or advisors about going overseas for any shit. Probably choosing chemical and life science courses aren't the right choices. hahahaha, crap, just felt a little &lt;em&gt;injuste ( unfair in french ) &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, just thought I may have a chance in future hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School holidays are here. Hell yeah, I've been wanting to engage myself into activites to keep myself busy, sadly, not for this week. I'm super free. But when I'm super free, my mum would want me to help out in her shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes mum yes mum , I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-9023316455235651164?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/9023316455235651164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=9023316455235651164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/9023316455235651164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/9023316455235651164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-news-im-removing-my-braces-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1112315002162984380</id><published>2010-09-13T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:38:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's step into the history of movie.&lt;br /&gt;Caught the french film online : &lt;em&gt;les choriste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get well prepared for my next semester French language class 3 , I decided to watch french movies to brush up on my basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img163.imageshack.us/i/leschoristes1.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/4074/leschoristes1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never expect French movie to be as exciting as US movies. It is much dull, but the artistic sense expressed in the movies are definitely richer than US ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-1112315002162984380?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1112315002162984380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1112315002162984380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1112315002162984380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1112315002162984380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-step-into-history-of-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1923286754290571728</id><published>2010-09-11T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:28:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movie appreciation session is what I need after exams. Well, I usually choose any random movies to watch on the net and this is what I found.... &lt;em&gt;Letters to Juliet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img37.imageshack.us/i/letterstojulietposter03.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/4775/letterstojulietposter03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such a sweet and poetic romance movie. Seems like Romeo and Juliet really do exist.&lt;br /&gt;A summary of the movie :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letters_to_Juliet"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letters_to_Juliet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a quote that Sophie wrote in the letter. What If.. If true love exist back then, why not now?&lt;br /&gt;In this movie the love story happen so incidentally and everything falls to place at the very end.&lt;br /&gt;It wraps up all the romance in one package, and make you feel Love can exist either in unnoted events or all along it has always been by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah~ Love is in the air !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-1923286754290571728?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1923286754290571728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1923286754290571728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1923286754290571728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1923286754290571728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/09/movie-appreciation-session-is-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6981701936819660982</id><published>2010-09-02T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:14:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My exam weeks are here. Instead of feeling all stressed out , I feel like I've stepped into vacation island. I do what I like, totally pushing my revision hours aside.&lt;br /&gt;I used to get mad at myself when I was like this in the past. But for now, I feel like I deserved this break.&lt;br /&gt;Why so?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told the story of those hockey athletes that I met last week? They are an awesome bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took photos with victorious players. The Australians.&lt;br /&gt;I like conversations with australians, they are warm and friendly. Very pleasant people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img84.imageshack.us/i/44432421818362599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/8008/44432421818362599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img225.imageshack.us/i/41146421818617599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/323/41146421818617599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img691.imageshack.us/i/44432421818367599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/4161/44432421818367599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img337.imageshack.us/i/45520421818122599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/4457/45520421818122599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously never imagine I could take a picture with captain player: Daniel Beale and his brother! It's a bonus! I think he is a very humble player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img825.imageshack.us/i/46348421817917599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img825.imageshack.us/img825/6307/46348421817917599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled him and he has tons of amazing records! Unbelievable and surprising. I SERIOUSLY regretted giving him a card without writing his name on it. That was rude of me. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img138.imageshack.us/i/41146421818622599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/7142/41146421818622599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I shall be a future Australian. Just hope I meet an Australian hunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, is the 3rd ranking players : Belgium. Just a teensy fact about Belgium. It is located near north of France I think? 55% of population speaks Dutch 45% speaks French and minority population speaks German.&lt;br /&gt;And they do speak English too, isn't that awesome? The people there understand 4 languages? So marvelous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img5.imageshack.us/i/46684421817732599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/1712/46684421817732599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's the amazing thing that all these players taught me? Hug while you snap and get the most out of it. (it's okay if you couldn't understand what that means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img823.imageshack.us/i/image3091.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img823.imageshack.us/img823/3994/image3091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen Belgium's Harry Potter? This picture is an insight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Chile. Got the 6th place.They speak Spanish.So they have a little italiano accent when speaking english.&lt;br /&gt;They are active kids, much way energetic than the Belgiums and Australians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img534.imageshack.us/i/snc00568.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/8766/snc00568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img43.imageshack.us/i/snc00567k.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/6678/snc00567k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope they sincerely love their trip to Singapore, and let this event be the most unforgettable one in their lives. I appreciate their warmth smile that brings joy to SKS and to all volunteers that are so smitten by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they would succeed and go beyond their limits to beat what's ahead of them! All the best players.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6981701936819660982?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6981701936819660982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6981701936819660982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6981701936819660982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6981701936819660982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-exam-weeks-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1853844555362051017</id><published>2010-08-29T13:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:07:10.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>25th August marks the end of my duty at SKS. And the only solace of this event is the memories that remain.&lt;br /&gt;My duty is to cater to VIPs in booking of taxis and check out the athlete's bus schedule timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding back the first day of duty at yog event. It was mundane, lifeless because I was trapped in the container office with no adminstrative job done, I sat there for the whole hour from 8 am to 3 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Well, reason being, the teams are having their training, therefore no spectators, no IOC, no VIPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the real game starts(preliminary rounds), I was assigned to the transport desk outside where you could get a splendid view of the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img691.imageshack.us/i/snc00561.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/2776/snc00561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where it all started, I watched hockey games like it's FIFA world cup. I understood the gist of hockey, and start to watch the match like I'm reading a book of strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each team has their unique way of playing the game, they play it with all their might and all I&lt;br /&gt;could see in their eyes is the goal and the dream they brought from their motherland.&lt;br /&gt;They impel and perservere till the every end of the match even when they know they are taking the heat at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img541.imageshack.us/i/snc00772.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 265px" border="0" src="http://img541.imageshack.us/img541/976/snc00772.jpg" width="427" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wondered through the days of the event and even now thinking:&lt;br /&gt;With such inspirational and talented youths in this world, aren't they the luckiest people on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img706.imageshack.us/i/snc00724.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/7794/snc00724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They realise their dream and obviously fighting for their goal.&lt;br /&gt;They came miles to this little island, to battle. The boldness they possessed is not everyone can pull off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img827.imageshack.us/i/snc00773.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img827.imageshack.us/img827/3536/snc00773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img823.imageshack.us/i/46348421817917599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img823.imageshack.us/img823/6307/46348421817917599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next question is, is it time for me to accomplish something that I never thought I could?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img820.imageshack.us/i/41146421818637599742262.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img820.imageshack.us/img820/8877/41146421818637599742262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-1853844555362051017?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1853844555362051017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1853844555362051017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1853844555362051017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1853844555362051017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/08/25th-august-marks-end-of-my-duty-at-sks.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3700466705335770467</id><published>2010-08-13T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T17:04:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exhausted week.&lt;br /&gt;This is the very pristine time I realise I couldn't slow down my pace . The workload is just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am assigned to SKS, Sengkang Hockey Stadium as transport assistant.&lt;br /&gt;I am not allowed to elaborate much, cos I caught this in the handbook issued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img824.imageshack.us/i/snc00519.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img824.imageshack.us/img824/9454/snc00519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it folks!&lt;br /&gt; Even Handphones are not allowed -.-|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3700466705335770467?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3700466705335770467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3700466705335770467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3700466705335770467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3700466705335770467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/08/exhausted-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7701777008707756851</id><published>2010-08-05T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:45:27.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some of my innovative photos.&lt;br /&gt;I probably realised the wonders camera can do. So I've decided to utilise it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=214a9uf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/214a9uf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheese Katsu set meal @ Ichiban . Cost : $17.90 ( I think )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img535.imageshack.us/i/snc00222h.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img535.imageshack.us/img535/7204/snc00222h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img690.imageshack.us/i/snc00221b.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/5508/snc00221b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never get to see such miracle-looking reflection anytime of the day . So uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;Taken amid walking up the staircase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img180.imageshack.us/i/snc00162r.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/9072/snc00162r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img841.imageshack.us/i/snc00161.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img841.imageshack.us/img841/8979/snc00161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess I need to work on my angle shots.&lt;br /&gt;Unqiue Tic Tac Size . The Fun-Size Tic Tac ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7701777008707756851?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7701777008707756851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7701777008707756851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7701777008707756851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7701777008707756851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-are-some-of-my-innovative-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i34.tinypic.com/214a9uf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7327023147382970367</id><published>2010-07-31T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:04:13.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img201.imageshack.us/i/snc00147v.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/38/snc00147v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img8.imageshack.us/i/snc00146r.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/5079/snc00146r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for collection of YOG uniform at Kay Siang rd. I don't understand why the **** they made us go all the way to Kay Siang RD to collect uniform. This only benefit the Crescent Girls school GIRLS. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img842.imageshack.us/i/snc00150.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/4215/snc00150.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine the LYO and Tiffany the MERLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img31.imageshack.us/i/snc00149b.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/8723/snc00149b.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany the LYO and Shufang the MERLY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARRRR, ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7327023147382970367?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7327023147382970367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7327023147382970367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7327023147382970367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7327023147382970367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/07/uploaded-with-imageshack.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5022038475498462696</id><published>2010-07-31T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T15:48:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unable to update ever since my last sentimental post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juts watched an amazing video. A MJ fan doing moonwalk in Wal*Mart in US. hahaha, i think he's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.video.yahoo.com/watch/7964699/21096755"&gt;&lt;img title="'Moonwalker' Wows Walmart Shoppers @ Yahoo! Video" alt="'Moonwalker' Wows Walmart Shoppers @ Yahoo! Video" src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/v/v22/w828/7964699_180_135.jpeg" width="158" height="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-5022038475498462696?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5022038475498462696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5022038475498462696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5022038475498462696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5022038475498462696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/07/unable-to-update-ever-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-837154291377715361</id><published>2010-07-15T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:00:13.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you Doreen for your special post dedicated solely to me :) I couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm doing fine lately, school's okay, love life as mundane as ever, personal life manageable.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I apologise for not meeting you guys up this year. I didn't go for any birthday parties you guys had, no meet-ups whatever. I sincerely apologies and I had tons of reasons to repent my sins.&lt;br /&gt;During my previous school holidays, I was so involved in my cca's training. They had this freshmen orientation and I had to be there for training. And that's reason number 1 for missing out wenlin's birthday outing.&lt;br /&gt;I hold a tuitioning job now, and it takes up my time after school. That's reason number 2 for not asking you guys out after school hours.&lt;br /&gt;And reason number 3 for not asking you guys out during weekends, I guess you should know where I end up at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you guys very much and I know you would be very sad to hear this. I couldn't image how you guys look like right now. All I have in my mind is, how you guys look like back in secondary school with uniform and hair all tied up.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook seems unreal, I still couldn't image it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I hope we meet up, but I realise whenever I say that , we NEVER meet up.&lt;/s&gt; Guess I need to strike that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one line you  made in your post, about Me accompanying you everyday after your break-up with TZ. I seriously didn't realise that I was accompanying you everyday! All I could remember was I always had fun talking and laughing with you. Thank you for drawing me close back to the past memories. It was worth it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt so touched reading your post, internet did a great job by conveying your message you wanna say to me . haha. I am deeply moved by your sentimental post. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Bethany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-837154291377715361?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/837154291377715361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=837154291377715361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/837154291377715361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/837154291377715361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-you-doreen-for-your-special-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3180407002061922082</id><published>2010-07-14T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:20:44.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still can't get over WORLD CUP 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.sg.sports.yahoo.com/football/world-cup/news/goal-com-special-world-cup-2010-in-pictures--fbintl_goal-goalcomspecialworldcupinpic.html"&gt;http://g.sg.sports.yahoo.com/football/world-cup/news/goal-com-special-world-cup-2010-in-pictures--fbintl_goal-goalcomspecialworldcupinpic.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SPAIN should be loved, though I supported Germany till semi-finals.&lt;br /&gt;My first favourite team for FIFA world cup 2010 is Japan. Though Japan lost the quarter-finals match against Paraguay, they still stand first in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;Then came Germany vs Argentina. I fell in love with Germany for their active fighting spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was soccer bets for Spain vs Germany. I bet on Spain 2-1 cause I trusted the 'going-to-be calamari rings' Paul Octopus over Ger's ability.&lt;br /&gt;The score was SPAIN 1-0. Cool huh. Spain went into the finals and I fell in love with SPAIN. Because of Carles Puyol, FabreGas ,  David Villa , Casillas , Fernando Torres and Piqué ! All my all-times favourite players throughout the game!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3180407002061922082?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3180407002061922082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3180407002061922082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3180407002061922082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3180407002061922082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-still-cant-get-over-world-cup-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6830914361986926730</id><published>2010-07-10T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:48:52.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My trip to Abbott Laboratries Pte Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirational trip. It gave me a better view on my future jobscope.&lt;br /&gt;We are prohibited to phototake in their restricted area. So , I couldn't snap pictures of my future job.&lt;br /&gt;But what I've got is ...&lt;br /&gt;their AWESOME gym located in the adminstrative building. Their buildings are separated into various department for different functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img718.imageshack.us/i/snc00032x.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img718.imageshack.us/img718/8040/snc00032x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here we are @ the entrance of the building, feeling thrilled to see what a real industry looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img683.imageshack.us/i/snc00029e.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/8548/snc00029e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our host for the visit,Ms Jaqueline toured us around the industry. She's a pretty good host, very knowledgable and speaks perfectly. All so perfect for our trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img193.imageshack.us/i/snc00030q.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/3725/snc00030q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6830914361986926730?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6830914361986926730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6830914361986926730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6830914361986926730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6830914361986926730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-trip-to-abbott-laboratries-pte-ltd.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-4466689280364637876</id><published>2010-07-06T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:52:06.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Times bad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No , maybe school is bad. Bad for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've got back a D for Reactor System test. Though I couldn't comprehend how corrupted my life can be right now at this moment , I will still try my best.&lt;br /&gt;Foolish isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up with the joneses is just tiring and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will still try my best so let this be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-4466689280364637876?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4466689280364637876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=4466689280364637876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4466689280364637876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4466689280364637876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/07/times-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1664610612539574716</id><published>2010-06-27T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:17:24.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Time to have my blog updated! My Lappy is undergoing an operation that is lasting for 2-3 weeks. Imagine that, he got his brain damaged and a new brain can only be installed 2-3 weeks later. I tried to rush the doctors and nurses, but they couldn't care less. Oh well, that's it my boy. I had to suffer using my sis lappy for 3 weeks. Total limit usage time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my 2 weeks of school holidays and let me warmly welcome the common test week. I detest this week. Well, I can say I detest every week of school. When school comes into my mind, it torments me to think that I had to deal with the definition of the diversity of stress.I could even score full marks if you were to test me what stress means in details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new tuition job started 3 weeks ago, and it's getting pretty ok. Tuitioning couldn't be any great thing to me, cos I dislike teaching. So if I hate teaching, why tuition? Simple, cos i need the money. Well, I possibly can be entitled to be the worst teacher on Mother Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this little job sparked me, just like someone is helping me to uncover the things I had to know. And that is humility.&lt;br /&gt;The first kid I tuitioned, he lives in a huge terrace and everything flows pretty fine for him. He has a maid that help him with his meals, pack his bag, to serve every particular moment when he needed her.&lt;br /&gt;He has his own personal  laptop, though no handphone, but a lappy would worth a ton to me if I were his age..  He got the best that his world could ever offer. Who wouldn't want to live a luxurious life like his?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this 2nd kid currently tuitioned, he doesn't have a proper computer. He doesn't have internet connection in his house. His computer is obviously the age of windows 1995 era.  He doesn't have a handphone neither any gaming gadgets except for gameboy.  I believe he lived a life where he is missing out so much bliss of the usage of latest technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could he still ask for a better life if his parents couldn't afford it at all? No , nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is comparing the materialism between this two different world boys the main concern? No. &lt;br /&gt;The first kid could be superior than this 2nd boy but if I were to compare their morales towards life, I would definitely grade the 2nd boy first.&lt;br /&gt;I offered candies snacks to these 2 boys @ different ocassions, one said thank you earnestly and the other,didn't even bother.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could make a guess who didn't thank me. and that's right, the rich kid didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this simple thank you shape out his whole life and future? Simple.&lt;br /&gt;His pampered life degrades his appreciation for everything he had. He lost his humility or probably the seed never once germinate from his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the 2nd kid ? He could appreciate what was given to him. He knew what thank you really meant and it unveils his inner soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I always wanted to be a rich kid, but now I know how lucky life can be when you didn't had the things you always wanted but you inherit the genuine essence of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-1664610612539574716?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1664610612539574716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1664610612539574716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1664610612539574716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1664610612539574716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-have-my-blog-updated-my-lappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-4572619990681248513</id><published>2010-06-11T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:29:44.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Drop Dead Diva" href="http://www.casttv.com/shows/drop-dead-diva" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.casttv.com/misc/webapp/promo/promo_120x60_drop-dead-diva.png" width="120" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-4572619990681248513?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4572619990681248513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=4572619990681248513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4572619990681248513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4572619990681248513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/drop-dead-diva.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5092635493214129783</id><published>2010-06-11T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:25:31.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm totally not in the right state of my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is over, and it's gonna start in another 2 weeks time. Not a holiday but a tough job ahead. I have to catch up what's ahead of me. I've been so listless lately in class because of the piling up assignments and reports that are driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;I lose attention easily, I feel sleepy now and then. I could yawn up to a million times a day! My body is obviously not working the way it should be. My health is corroding. UGH. Even when I told myself to sleep early, I couldn't ! I wanna just stay awake to finish my work. But I realise the work that I've been producing lately are simply craps. I had no idea where I'm standing right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm less confident than I am last semester. I've little faith in myself this year. What is happening to me. I need a guardian angel desperately. I need some training for my personal timetable. I need some time off! I need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-5092635493214129783?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5092635493214129783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5092635493214129783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5092635493214129783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5092635493214129783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-not-in-right-state-of-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-8643955541539258153</id><published>2010-05-28T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:22:18.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ctfNh0j9OI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ctfNh0j9OI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Check this out! I Need You Now by Lady Antebellum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-8643955541539258153?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8643955541539258153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=8643955541539258153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8643955541539258153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8643955541539258153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/check-this-out-i-need-you-now-by-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7672273404323707664</id><published>2010-05-28T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:07:25.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the toughest part of life is , being in a state of an emotional battlefield. Everything happens abruptly and things aren't gonna get through the finish line soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people get angry , even the simplest piece of morale couldn't barge into their heads at all. They spout nonsense , say something that makes people upset and fuming. They will become indignant and make people's day huffy and sulky. Even to people who they think were best of friends or people whom they wanted to protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the unfortunate thing that challenges humanity is emotion. Mortals may not even realise that the biggest thing that conquer their lives is emotions. They always thought, what they lacked of (materialistic stuffs) are what's keeping them feeling dissatisfied and inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real fact is ,this isn't right. All these deprivation of things wouldn't keep you unhappy and dissatisfied. The genuine pearl is what is IN your mind. All those temptations malfunction your brain, makes people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made me wait, I took it .&lt;br /&gt;They made me look like a fool begging for forgiveness, I took it.&lt;br /&gt; I will take it. But till then, I'll make sure you regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7672273404323707664?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7672273404323707664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7672273404323707664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7672273404323707664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7672273404323707664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-toughest-part-of-life-is-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3873164935364955432</id><published>2010-05-25T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:36:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm not mean because you don't deserve better treatment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORNAMENTS - Used to be one but I'll not continue to be one.&lt;br /&gt;The gem between us is gone. I find this insanely stupid, becuase I've been preserving this gem for retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had LOTS for lunch today. A bowl of Laksa and McFlurry! The combination isn't right. Spicy cum freezey ewww. Portia was right, She said I'll have stomach upset when I reach home and when she stated that, my tummy started aching. Speak of the Devil. Even my tummy has ears.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm suffering from indigestion right now~~&lt;br /&gt;Meowww. Mew Mew haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3873164935364955432?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3873164935364955432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3873164935364955432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3873164935364955432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3873164935364955432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-mean-because-you-dont-deserve.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6033813594396975927</id><published>2010-05-22T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:53:25.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J8k7GFZHW8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J8k7GFZHW8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find this song in any d/l webby! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6033813594396975927?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6033813594396975927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6033813594396975927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6033813594396975927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6033813594396975927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-couldnt-find-this-song-in-any-dl.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1826955981313864913</id><published>2010-05-21T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:29:44.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comment allez vous ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is messy. Not handling my time according to the rule of life. Not balancing the law my existence.&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming tests next week and I''m still stuck at various chapters of each subject. Nothing changes after different approaches of managing my time. I'm still left with millions of uncompleted tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended my sis's graduation day event. She told she brought along a scavenger to the reception area. Refering me to the scavenger , instead of sorting discarded materials, I scavenge leftover food.&lt;br /&gt;I helped them with photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img534.imageshack.us/i/snc00114s.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/2865/snc00114s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day will arrive and when it did, my day will be filled with regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-1826955981313864913?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1826955981313864913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1826955981313864913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1826955981313864913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1826955981313864913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/comment-allez-vous-school-is-messy.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1181646765732628840</id><published>2010-05-14T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:59:53.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img641.imageshack.us/i/29995395464453958556313.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img641.imageshack.us/img641/3065/29995395464453958556313.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She's so CUTE!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-1181646765732628840?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1181646765732628840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1181646765732628840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1181646765732628840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1181646765732628840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3454646559181308370</id><published>2010-05-10T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:02:53.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I dislike the voices of crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Others had better lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And inferiority is felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Re-run the way of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Still be back at square-one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So why flip the tranquility?&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/7995765284415936172-3454646559181308370?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3454646559181308370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3454646559181308370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3454646559181308370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3454646559181308370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dislike-voices-of-crowd-others-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7753373643358171088</id><published>2010-05-10T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:13:12.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happens when Tiffany &amp;amp; Bethany comes together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img193.imageshack.us/i/290420102161.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/6578/290420102161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And That is .... Sisters! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7753373643358171088?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7753373643358171088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7753373643358171088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7753373643358171088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7753373643358171088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-happens-when-tiffany-bethany-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6179183230736141940</id><published>2010-05-09T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:24:11.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I need a little more time for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is nice. That depends on how I manage my time. The period when I was ill ,retards my working progress. I had to complete numerous accumulated work that week. Life was Hell then.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand. When school's vacation are here, I wished I was occupied with something to be busy with. but when the real thing is here, I wished my tasks would vanish into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't understand what life meant to me. For all my teenage years, I live to find out the reason why I lived. However most of the time I land myself in a bed of question marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm vexed .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6179183230736141940?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6179183230736141940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6179183230736141940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6179183230736141940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6179183230736141940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-little-more-time-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-6335454314587312519</id><published>2010-05-07T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:46:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img99.imageshack.us/i/image163l.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/4285/image163l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A little Scaring. RAWR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-6335454314587312519?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6335454314587312519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=6335454314587312519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6335454314587312519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/6335454314587312519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-scaring.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-1999765489330259276</id><published>2010-05-07T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:38:47.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Waking up from the land of Nod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The reality seems harder to manage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Learning the lessons from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't make me feel satisfied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Instead a Loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-1999765489330259276?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1999765489330259276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=1999765489330259276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1999765489330259276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/1999765489330259276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/waking-up-from-land-of-nod.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3890715751225222456</id><published>2010-05-01T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:39:24.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never prepare myself  for any unfortunate event that will befall on me. I met it yesterday and I swear to myself I will take good care of  myself in future.&lt;br /&gt;I had high fever yesterday. Not those usual high fever that I experience the last time. My body temperature keep leveling every hour and also in an akward manner.&lt;br /&gt;From 37.7 to 38.2 then back to 37.2 then rise up to 38.7 . After a short nap, body temperature went up to 39.1 .&lt;br /&gt;Every nap yesterday was terrible. I had numerous disturbing dreams that I couldn't explain what those dreams meant.&lt;br /&gt;Everything becomes clueless to me. I even wonder if I could survive though the night.&lt;br /&gt;I was very lucky my whole family took good care of me that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fever is scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3890715751225222456?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3890715751225222456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3890715751225222456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3890715751225222456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3890715751225222456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-was-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-219851779967259953</id><published>2010-04-25T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:04:57.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Porbably I'm little behind time. Guess I have to check out the news often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous LBT made a great impact to polytechnic students . Providing us another chance to prove that people outside still despise polytechnic students. LBT : Mr Lim Beng Tat .&lt;br /&gt;The comments he posted to the Straits Times on 15 Apr 2010 about " JC deserve priority to enter University " evoke me to think hard on this matter . Well partly because this is for my sempro3 and partly for my personal views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question myself on the reasons why I chosed Polytechnic instead of Jc when I was 16 even when my mum bear hard on me choosing JC as my study route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had no Chemistry background ( I couldn't continue studies in JC, cos all science subject requires chemistry. Taking Arts will never cross my mind ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like Science compared to other log headed subjects. ( So I decided studying ss and history is enough! ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to cowardly admit that I'm afraid that I can't undergo the stress in JC. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Diploma sounds convicing for my future. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I'm confident that I'll married off with a wealthy husband when I grow up, I wouldn't needa worry about whether I'll get to university or not. But I know thats unlikely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Polytechnic graduates cannot have it both ways. They must know the Government spends more to train a polytechnic graduate than a junior college (JC) student.&lt;/em&gt; " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was surprised by the one out of a million reasons that he could dig out to prove that Poly students are much advantaged academically. He seems to ease off the pressure that our government is facing all along. Poly students often went on strike on facebook or random forum to post topics like : "Government should cut down on poly's bus and mrt fare ride &amp;amp; Why are we charged so much more for school fees? "&lt;br /&gt;LBT is trying to prove that government pooled its funds much more on poly education that JC students,thats why govt had to charge us more thru transport fees. Don't you think so?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore , "&lt;em&gt;So they cannot expect a second bite of the cherry with the same priority in university admission as JC students who complete two years of school and hold only an A-level certificate&lt;/em&gt; " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, I remebered my mum once taught me not to be greedy, we should share the cherry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fact is no one will ever be caring and sharing in this society LBT Daddy. Challenge is the word accepted by the world.Yes, I do agree poly students should PROBABLY have a little lower priority than JC students. But wait LBT daddy said : "they&lt;u&gt; cannot&lt;/u&gt; expect...." woah woah ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another ridiculous sentence " &lt;em&gt;To JC students, university is and has always been their final destination. To poly students, their end point, in Singapore at least, should be their diploma&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LBT, you shouldn't destine our future, you are not GOD. Holding Diploma is enough? Well, probably we could find a job with a diploma BUT we might hold a lowly paid salary for all our lives. JCs should enter a uni and get a degree and hold a high pay job? LBT, do you think this will work out? Do you think this will help you and me to balance the society class in Singapore ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All Singaporeans pay taxes. They, their child , their children gets an equal chance to challenge what's ahead of them. We poly students understand that entering university is not easy, so we ENTIRELY know that we should work hard on any chances given. If we aren't given a chance to enter university, then probably government should consider cutting down my parent's taxes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LBT you are big enough to think right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-219851779967259953?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/219851779967259953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=219851779967259953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/219851779967259953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/219851779967259953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-porbably-im-little-behind-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-2448202416157805110</id><published>2010-04-21T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:14:31.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Alright, I know there's no way I can beg you to stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started . So when school start ,disciplinary take place. I have to ensure that I'll do all my tutorials, work hard on my researches and handle my time better than previous semester.&lt;br /&gt;On the very first day of school, Ms Sim issued out the topic for our sem pro 3 . Involves critical thinking, and something very much similar to secondary social studies. But for my case it is definitely something concerned abt national chemical plant and environmental issues.&lt;br /&gt;We needa give a judgement, and post up all the evidences to support our judgement .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a brand new members in my group. Well, new challenges to deal with, and hopefully no dispute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I keep worrying about the opposite party's way of treating me. I told myself a couple times that I have to accomply to people's need so that I would stay out of trouble. But is this the way I wanna live to path my way to future? No, I'm not upset on the nuts and bolts that I pledged with my life. Well, probably at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a shocking news today that hit me like a revolting punch on my heart. Oh god, I'm lost for words when I heard about it. Kah Hwee is &lt;/s&gt;gonna &lt;/s&gt;quit school.&lt;br /&gt;For the whole fucking holidays, I didn't what had happen to him except that he bought a $400 boots and he boasted of its worthiness because of its life time warranty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite boys is gone . I'm just helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought all was just a joke, but now I know some things can't be joked with emotions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-2448202416157805110?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2448202416157805110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=2448202416157805110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2448202416157805110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2448202416157805110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/04/alright-i-know-theres-no-way-i-can-beg.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3006936412934103194</id><published>2010-04-14T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:51:30.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am undoubtly dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, killing a lizard isn't easy to deal with. An insecticide works, but never repellent. I saw a lizard this morning.Rather than start panicking and deserting the lizard like I always do, I plucked up my courage this time to ELIMINATE it. haha, I took up the 'thought-to-be-insecticide' and started spraying with urgent desire to kill the lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lizard wouldn't resign. This provoked a theory : Did the cells of lizard mutated and get totally immune to insecticide? Nope I was wrong, none of the theories confine to the pesty lizard. I took a look at the bottle I'm holding and read the wordings printed  : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NON-TOXIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a repellent instead of insecticide. I sprayed on the lizard for full 5mins . Goddamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, that brilliant lizard made my day. -.-!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3006936412934103194?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3006936412934103194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3006936412934103194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3006936412934103194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3006936412934103194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-undoubtly-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-2575465871369223063</id><published>2010-04-08T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:41:15.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It doesn't take everything of you and what you lack of to complete this task.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshmen orientation has ended . Well, I call it the emotive ending. A sense of fulfilment is felt from head to toe. I wouldn't forget what I've learnt and what I've experienced as an OGL.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I felt so satisfied with my efforts that I placed in my group MB 1002!&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed with myself whenever each FO day ends.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe I've lead the group with all my might and everyone in the group turn out to be very contented with my efforts. Well, definitely not forgetting William too! He is the one that guide me through the FO. Without his guidance I wouldn't know how to hype out the class's spirit .&lt;br /&gt;MB 1002 is great too! Most of them are very supportive on bringing up unity for class motto!&lt;br /&gt;Love them, cause they made a great impact on me . All the excitement wouldn't be felt without their enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Legion too, making me feel part of a family.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Excos for making everything run smoothly and successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img130.imageshack.us/i/25414381458232769682762.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/7804/25414381458232769682762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img260.imageshack.us/i/25414381458302769682762.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/2646/25414381458302769682762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img641.imageshack.us/i/25414381458362769682762.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img641.imageshack.us/img641/3415/25414381458362769682762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img251.imageshack.us/i/25414381458367769682762.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/4510/25414381458367769682762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img707.imageshack.us/i/25414381458412769682762.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img707.imageshack.us/img707/2258/25414381458412769682762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img64.imageshack.us/i/25414381458372769682762.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/8352/25414381458372769682762.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img251.imageshack.us/i/25414381458377769682762.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/7259/25414381458377769682762.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img251.imageshack.us/i/25679381777253644518968.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/3142/25679381777253644518968.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-2575465871369223063?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2575465871369223063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=2575465871369223063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2575465871369223063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2575465871369223063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-doesnt-take-everything-of-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-2216967306127881559</id><published>2010-03-31T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:03:25.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I tell my diaries, they will laugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a perfect time to go deep and look for answers to profound questions that have been on your mind for a while."  I knew holidays would be boring, no profound question on my mind. I would rather be busy. &lt;&lt;&lt;=== ( I would regret saying this when school reopens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma  is a constellation of uncertainty, be it bad or good , it is still an eyesore that I wanna get rid of. I know I can't bear the consequences that befall on me, right in front of my eyes or happens in  present circumstances. Even if it is something good, I know I do not have lavish time to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it isn't working the way you want to. Too fustrating.&lt;br /&gt;As you grow and mature, you start to understand how life works. Everything starts to get a little ugly, and as time past, you have the reasons for each and every things that happen or once happened in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by looking at the optimistic side, you've found your sanity. You wouldn't repeat the mistake you once made, you wouldn't repeat your foolishness .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm left with 1 hour to find out the answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-2216967306127881559?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2216967306127881559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=2216967306127881559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2216967306127881559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2216967306127881559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-tell-my-diaries-they-will-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-8915227775795181970</id><published>2010-03-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:51:38.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She has given me a chance to revive the present friendship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days, I've been attending school for OGL training. The training is pleasant indeed! I had lotsa fun. However the most important thing is, I had a chance to understand more different human behaviour and how I'm suppose to handle people like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next video is Gravity by Pixie Lott!!&lt;br /&gt;She looks like Peter pan's little fairy. She's pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/awd-LZTIR5w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/awd-LZTIR5w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-8915227775795181970?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8915227775795181970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=8915227775795181970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8915227775795181970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8915227775795181970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-has-given-me-chance-to-revive.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5220098296160408666</id><published>2010-03-26T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:47:47.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vegan. When I was little, I thought Vegan means a person who take one's vengeance. hahah, I never knew it means vegetarian ( as most Singaporeans always describe this way) . Vegans are usually described by Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of Earth hour that takes place this Saturday ( 27/03/10 ) from 20:30 - 21:30 ? Haha, I'm IN for that activity , I guess it will be so much fun seeing the world standing as one ; saving the Earth...&lt;br /&gt;Received a 'saving the earth' booklet from my mailbox yesterday. I read through the book and it inspired me to do something different. That is to make a difference in my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising enough, we could save the Earth by becoming a VEGAN! They have measured out that one were to be a vegan for a year we would reduce 3267 pounds of CO2 emissions and save 25 animal's lives! Isn't that amazing!?&lt;br /&gt;驚くべき!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for becoming vegan is because livestock is the main cause of global warming! 51% of the cause. Imagine that ! Click to watch documentary on how slaughtering take place :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthlings.com/"&gt;http://www.earthlings.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-5220098296160408666?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5220098296160408666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5220098296160408666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5220098296160408666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5220098296160408666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/03/vegan.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-203696801816174007</id><published>2010-03-19T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:11:41.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting crazy over English pop songs these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Lady gaga and Beyoncé's pair up song titled : Telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVBsypHzF3U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVBsypHzF3U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little eccentric. I have to say that lady gaga's way of presenting herself is disturbing and insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Mariah Carey and Neyo with the titled song : Angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyGNfbKkMVE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyGNfbKkMVE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neyo gives me the feel of Taeyang. The soul of Taeyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-203696801816174007?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/203696801816174007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=203696801816174007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/203696801816174007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/203696801816174007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-crazy-over-english-pop-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-4490342094288853206</id><published>2010-03-11T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:34:55.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img13.imageshack.us/i/photo393f.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/2632/photo393f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is wonderful. I never thought love would be such a beautiful and indescribable fantasy that could happen in one's life. You guys might've got the wrong idea. I'm not in love however a couple showed their love passionately to me that makes me feel their love for each other. Just like I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How shall I describe them? I guess it all started out with a flame that was once as weak , seeing no chance of survival. Others think that people who are divorced have no chance of reconciliation, no doubt , i agree with that point of view too. But looking at them enlighting the flame that was once almost blown out by both parties, changed my mind in reconciliation for divorcee(s).Probably Angels do exist, creating miracles without one's realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help out in my mum's provision shop and it is not surprising for me to observe people's natural behaviour periodically. I observed this couple today. They are divorced couple as heard from others. The woman aged around 40 and the man aged around 50 were walking together without any interconnection. They both had 2 sons, Nigel and Javier. (They are my best boys! ) I guess the mother of 2 simply came for mere visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman took Ritz biscuit off the shelf and went to make her payment. Her ex-husband stopped her asking : "Why did you buy this for? The kids?'' Woman in 40s answered : " No.... " She avoided her eye contact from the male party and said sheepishly : ' This is for you...' As she was desperately looking for her purse, I saw her ex-husband blushing and made his stammering move to pay for the biscuit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, when I saw their love-in-action, I blushed too! Oh my GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see their Love re-blooming for each other earnestly. it is unquestionable that the 2 sons will have their parents happily reconciled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my new journal. It is just a replication of blogspot. &lt;a href="http://www.bethuphill.onsugar.com/"&gt;http://www.bethuphill.onsugar.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in the heart-shaped pastry? It is bought from &lt;em&gt;Delifrance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-4490342094288853206?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4490342094288853206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=4490342094288853206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4490342094288853206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4490342094288853206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-4368610870958271705</id><published>2010-03-09T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:25:18.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;I bet school will reopen in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I went for LTC camp by SCL club. The leadership training isn't tougher than what I expected. And I guess the camp did not leave me a good impression as there were several conflicts here and there. But I am sure that I did enjoy the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group that I was assigned to was named Megatron. Haha, if you were wondering why, all the other groups were named after individual transformers names. I never heard of other names except for Megatron . Guess I was lucky to be assigned to the transformer I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but my group Megatron is not as tough as you think it is. My group members are a bunch of super-duper reserved people who hardly voice out their opinions =.=. I'm the only blusterous one in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img169.imageshack.us/i/07032010427.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/1728/07032010427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img69.imageshack.us/i/07032010429w.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/641/07032010429w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never look at my cameraphone! They are diffident,reserved,demure,bashful. Whatever whatever thesaurus of shy you could ever describe about them! haha!&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, we are preparing for group performance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img708.imageshack.us/i/26721351142102125533607.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img708.imageshack.us/img708/2939/26721351142102125533607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shufang and Nursahida as our group leaders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img638.imageshack.us/i/26721351142572125533607.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img638.imageshack.us/img638/8555/26721351142572125533607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our group photos. Haha! Look at their shy faces, my angelic boys are doing a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img31.imageshack.us/i/26721350913972125533607.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/6681/26721350913972125533607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this photo seriously hilarious.It looks like I'm doing some ritual praying. Look at the way I kneeled and the way my hands are postioned. 0.0!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-4368610870958271705?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4368610870958271705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=4368610870958271705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4368610870958271705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/4368610870958271705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-week-is-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3526954728155729765</id><published>2010-03-03T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:31:56.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After exams was nothing but free mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After OC exam which ends at 6pm on Monday, we decided to head back home to get a rest before we start on our journey of&lt;em&gt; happy holidays&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next following day I went out with friends to watch movie @ orchard. We caught the movie summer days. It is definitely not my type of movie. Romance and unexplainable feelings they developed for each other really makes me go puzzled for the whole hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We girls dislike the movie, and we expected the boys would agree, but it is a different story. The boys complimented that the plot was not bad. It makes me think that the number of gays are increasing tremendously. &lt;em&gt;I'm serious .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after movie, we shopped at &lt;em&gt;mandarin shopping centre? &lt;/em&gt;I think the shopping mall named after Mandarin. The mall was &lt;em&gt;oooloo~&lt;/em&gt;enough for spirits to roam around freely and they sell apparels that would never hit below $200 .&lt;br /&gt;So don't ever think you can bring cash there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't went there to shop, we went there for the particular lounge area that shufang introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img34.imageshack.us/i/02032010383.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/1868/02032010383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img694.imageshack.us/i/02032010382.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/7671/02032010382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img535.imageshack.us/i/02032010380.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img535.imageshack.us/img535/6458/02032010380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garry described to us about how wonderful and humongous Jurong East swimming complex is. SO we clique decided to try out the pool today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was mild today but that Sun made me sick. The facilities in Jurong complex surprised me. HAHAH, I've never seen a wave pool and lazy pool in my whole life. Haha, so now I've seen it, I'm satisfied !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the lazy pool for a few rounds and we saw lotsa &lt;em&gt;black monkeys. &lt;/em&gt;Why would black monkeys appear near the pool? Don't get too curious, because this is a racist topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img59.imageshack.us/i/03032010388.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/6173/03032010388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I gave that face? I was trying out the camera and that glaring sun made me develop more crowfeets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img16.imageshack.us/i/03032010390.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9302/03032010390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img96.imageshack.us/i/03032010396.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/7884/03032010396.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute cute Portia with her lolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img3.imageshack.us/i/03032010397.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/6514/03032010397.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pek Chek Shufang can't get the right resolution for her cameraphone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3526954728155729765?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3526954728155729765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3526954728155729765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3526954728155729765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3526954728155729765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-exams-was-nothing-but-free-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-3465575894685124227</id><published>2010-02-24T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:05:35.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The event didn't caught fire.&lt;br /&gt;Fructuous event worth praising for. I had to blame myself for cursing the event. I know I can't bring myself to see families and delightful children to miss this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess last weekend marks a worthwhile moment in my life. Experiencing the thrill and joy that fills up the place makes me feel sense of satisfication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you guys that the whole complexity of the event is different from the way you feel sitting on your couch munching on your favourite cookies while watching the chingay program. The genuine feeling is &lt;strong&gt;extraordinary and remarkable&lt;/strong&gt;. Not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img521.imageshack.us/i/26937104933139528033100.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/9125/26937104933139528033100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my group members.Most are from JC so... er-hem, communication is a little hard . Most are from top schools like RJC, Dunman high and Victoria JC. My leader is from NATIONAL JC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img341.imageshack.us/i/26937104933476194666100.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/4993/26937104933476194666100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img91.imageshack.us/i/26937104933482861332100.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/6755/26937104933482861332100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling pressurized but working with them makes me learn efficiency. Their alertness is admirable. It is not so hard to communicate with them, they are definitely friendly people, but people with different education level will make you nonetheless feel inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img693.imageshack.us/i/26937104934056194608100.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img693.imageshack.us/img693/6748/26937104934056194608100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img694.imageshack.us/i/26937104934052861275100.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/6849/26937104934052861275100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img109.imageshack.us/i/26937104934059527941100.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/7673/26937104934059527941100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the extravagant parade worth fighting the front seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'm working as an usher. It is not arduous. However if you ever came across people with sickening attitude, you're doom for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work together as a group it is much more easier to handle the problem! 2-5 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img203.imageshack.us/i/26937104933392861341100.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/6387/26937104933392861341100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-3465575894685124227?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3465575894685124227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=3465575894685124227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3465575894685124227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/3465575894685124227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/02/event-didnt-caught-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-8795089842587233596</id><published>2010-02-14T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:53:35.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great whenever Chinese new year arrives. It is not the &lt;em&gt;angbaos that &lt;/em&gt;are appealing for today's arrival, it is the atmosphere that fills up the spaces at home. I didn't have the chance to celebrate CNY this year because my grandpa passed away last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, we shouldn't celebrate for 3 consecutive years, but it is cut down to 1 year due to present modern trend. My mum bought tons of tidbits and new year goodies when not a living soul is gonna visit us. .. I wonder how am I gonna finish up the whole unhealthy&lt;br /&gt;snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm snacking on the 'look-so-cheap' choco but it doesn't taste cheap at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img32.imageshack.us/i/photo375p.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img32.imageshack.us/img32/6250/photo375p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img715.imageshack.us/i/photo376.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img715.imageshack.us/img715/4631/photo376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about dieting plans starting from tml onwards. &lt;em&gt;Ma famille &lt;/em&gt;plans to stay home tml =.= Haha, hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;Tml will be a brand new kind of chinese new year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma soeur is getting too sensitive recently!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Au revoir people ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-8795089842587233596?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8795089842587233596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=8795089842587233596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8795089842587233596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/8795089842587233596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-7995228169183046850</id><published>2010-02-11T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:24:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are coming. I'm an antagonist towards exams!&lt;br /&gt; ( Unsure whther antagonist is the right word to describe myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life has been complicated. Lotsa events going on. Chingay left me so pissed off. It isn't a valuable event after all. I thought volunteering is plainly fork out the extra time you HAVE, not to push your schedule AWAY just to help out. I think fucking HN organization mistaken the word volunteering. They personally ruined the event on their own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they needed thousands of volunteers and now I finally know what's the purpose of it.&lt;br /&gt;The reason is to omit people who were reluctant to push their schedule away just to come for training. Fine, do whatever they want, I hope C-----y parade burns down on that day and I hope I'll be the one survivng the inferno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the sole survivor and I will continue to be one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-7995228169183046850?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7995228169183046850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=7995228169183046850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7995228169183046850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/7995228169183046850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/02/exams-are-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-5468834421049074855</id><published>2010-02-08T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:13:28.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If you dislike me because I'm different, then let me forget who you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday classmates and I had a pre-birthday celebration. Birthday girl is our best class chariperson in history : Sin Hui!&lt;br /&gt;We went outside Bugis junction area to have steamboat for celebration and down to have dessert. Everything were so fulfilling, the fun, the food ( not so ) , the dessert and surprise for Sinhui is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;I love that day the most.&lt;br /&gt;We went down to arcade for 3 hrs and hop down to Bugis street to shop. Shufang and birthday girl tried on wigs with different hairstyles. I gotta compliment shufang, cos she fits whatever wigs she puts on. She complained it is too hot for one to put on wig for whole day.&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping and hangout @ arcade, its time to go home!&lt;br /&gt;So voom, rushed back home by MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for midget class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img706.imageshack.us/i/19832285980627751697322.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/143/19832285980627751697322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-5468834421049074855?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5468834421049074855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=5468834421049074855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5468834421049074855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/5468834421049074855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-dislike-me-because-im-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995765284415936172.post-2863684919094968437</id><published>2010-02-05T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:38:04.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out the new SNSD song : Oh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGbwL8kSpEk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGbwL8kSpEk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song should add some boys in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995765284415936172-2863684919094968437?l=nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2863684919094968437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995765284415936172&amp;postID=2863684919094968437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2863684919094968437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995765284415936172/posts/default/2863684919094968437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingmorethan-myself.blogspot.com/2010/02/check-out-new-snsd-song-oh-i-think-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714928903067871761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
