tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20333362346711326022011-11-12T10:54:34.505+08:00If life is a drama series, mine would be a series of comedyMehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-81940943772387797802010-02-17T01:41:00.002+08:002010-02-17T01:48:31.275+08:00

Room 12 Bed 4 reporting on time this year! Yay! =)I'm not doing anything special to commemorate this day except to refresh my memories to keep me closer to ground.If there's anything chronologically iconic that I did today, it'd be me sending in my application exactly 7 years later. Another milestone in life. That is if anything materialises out of my application at all. I'm hoping it will. Also,

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Didn't want to be late again this year, so I decided to enter a post earlier. 2 days short of 7 years. Yes, I count it every year. Just to remind myself how far I've come and how I should cherish everything and everyone around me. Bestie said my post last year ended on a down note. Well, it wasn't suppose to. It's suppose to be a memorial, an anniversary of sorts. I just want to mark this date,

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Feb 17, 2003. That was 6 years and 3 days ago. This year, I'm late again.My name didn't matter. I was Room 12 Bed 4. I always make it a point to remember this day. Because that's when I learnt about life. That's when I experienced how it was like to live. And appreciate total physical freedom. My buddy back in college had introduced the weblog (better known as a blog now) to me back then but I

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Hmm... it's been a while. Just leaving some footprints here because I know I'll be gone for really long. And... you know, just to mark out the date.Somehow, I just love remembering things like this. It always seems like a new beginning...You know, you go in conscious and you gradually become oblivious to your surroundings... then you slip into unconsciousness and when you finally open your eyes,

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Maybe it's the nature of my job. Maybe it's me. I tend to be less and less proactive lately. Be it staying in touch with friends or finding a topic to kick start a proper, constructive conversation with people around me.Somehow, I just want to be silent. I hope to stay unnoticed. I still care for everyone around me. And it's not as if I want to withdraw from my social circle. It's just... the

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Removed my wisdom tooth on Thursday. The entire extraction took nearly 2 hours. Here's how it looks like (image may cause discomfort to some):Very bloodied obviously. Part of the crown had drilled off from the rest of the tooth before it could be removed. Here's how it looks after a wash. Thought I should take a picture and remember this part of me. =)Excruciating pain after the anesthesia wore

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Five years on, with an average of an op a year. Great achievement. Can't imagine this is something I've been unknowingly trying to "achieve".  Nobody would want this I'm sure.I really don't know what to say. Momo asked if I'm immune to it already. Maybe yes, maybe no. Or maybe I don't even know. It bugs me. Yet it doesn't. Perhaps just a silent why. Why me.I've been through it so many times, I'm

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Puppet show staged outside Roxy SquareTook this on the 15th day of the Chinese lunar 7th month (which translates to 14 August) on my way back from the usual Thursday lunch. It's been aeons since I saw a puppet show, much less something like this and I felt that I just had to document this permanently for keepsake, in case this tradition vanishes completely. There wasn't a single audience so I

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F1 Pit Building with the Singapore Flyer in the backgroundIt's been a while. Like I said, blog posts and one's age do have a correlation. It's been a year and slightly over 3 months since I entered workforce. I'm still learning to be a adult, to do things the adult-way, think things the adult-way. Growing up is, perhaps, like a ferris wheel ride. You see things from a different angle as you go

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Pondered for the longest time in front of the accessory rack before making up my mind to pamper myself with a pair of earrings.That was 2 weeks back, at the very most. Lost the right side of the same earring hours ago. Retraced the route I took in an attempt to find it. Didn't care even if the clock was gonna strike 12.  It all proved to be futile after all. My heart wrenched. It's just a earring

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Feeling somewhat anti-social lately. I just wanna be left alone, totally unbothered. To the extent that I feel a little void of emotions. There seems to be no reason to be elated and over the moon. No reason to feel blue. No reason for empathy. No reason for nothing. Can't explain why I feel this way. Maybe it's stress. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe there's some deeper feeling which I have gotten

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Someone made a list on "Things you could do when you were younger but not now" and that got me thinking on that. Let me see...1. Stare at the computer screen and type away without feeling any neck or shoulder aches. 2. Chat away into the wee hours without feeling sleepy (felt more and more energetic instead!)3. Meet up often with my friends and not feel pressed for time.4. Sleep "early" (like 6am

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The number of blog posts is inversely proportional to one's age. This is pretty apparent from the number of posts right here. Not that one's life gets less interesting and more mundane as the years pass by. I guess age has a way of tweaking one's perspective. What was once significant, perhaps even of utmost importance, is no longer significant or worthy of a word of mention in a post. You no

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I don't what's there to be so proud of, when I'm having a really red and sore throat that I've gotta blog about it. I just need to rant it off somehow, somewhere. Yes, real sore and red throat. So sore that the left side of my neck's a little swollen and according to the doc, I've got slight fever. It's also the infection that got my left ear so blocked, it can regulate no air or internal

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Never came close to understand what it means to feel burned out. Now I think I do. Massive quake in Szechuan; Cyclone Nargis wrecks havoc in Myanmar. I think my life's somewhat topsy-turvy these days too, though not a fraction as bad. Bought a virtual LV tote bag to console myself. Wonder when I can save enough to get a real one though. Burberry's fine too. I think I've come to a point where I'm

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-61068211250915133982008-05-10T00:15:00.003+08:002008-05-10T00:31:36.675+08:00

Quack's graduating. After 5 years of hard work. I think it's really hard work, from what I see. Whee! Congrats! U're now officially Dr Quack!And coincidentally, she's graduating exactly one year after me! How coincidental is that?!Time flies. Especially for those in my line. Oftentimes, I can't help but wonder how long will I eventually stay in this line. Some friends have been job-hopping,

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I remember seeing this question in one of my GP papers: "Change is the only constant. Do you agree?" I never disagreed to that. But I question, from time to time, if changes are really necessary and how often its pros outweighs its cons.  There's been a fair bit of change at work lately. People leaving, people transferring, changes in job scope and portfolio...  I see it happening all around me

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Been contemplating taking some time off from work. I keep saying it'll be next week, but I've come to realise that I say that every week. I guess, the problem lies with me. Of course, the way how things don't fall nicely in place these days.  In other aspects of my dull life, I've been patronising poupeegirl rather often. Ok, almost daily. Not that it's get me way so excited or intrigued. I'm

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-11928182358138551182008-04-08T22:15:00.006+08:002008-11-13T22:52:01.339+08:00

Mackie's really smart in some ways, isn't it?Darn! The PC got infected by a trojan and it's really highly suspicious that it's been hacked! Cos I can even run a simple IE or Morzilla application. This means I can't download any anti-virus or anti-spyware application to fish out the culprit. Boo!Really, this is when one realise the importance of the Net. You never realise it until it's gone. Thank

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-45477200475702512122008-03-23T00:30:00.002+08:002008-03-23T00:52:01.585+08:00

Ain't feeling well. Supposed to go to the doc for that, but I haven't taken any appropriate steps that'll land me a slot in her clinic. I'm a workaholic. Plans to get outta my office 5 mins earlier each day isn't working well at all! In fact, I'm doing the direct opposite. @#$%!You know what a bleak future means? It means not being able to foresee the time to knock off. It means getting off work

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-90301781866770555632008-03-10T00:11:00.004+08:002008-04-08T22:25:49.556+08:00

It's getting late. I'm tired but I really have to mark this day with this post.Happy birthday Mackie!Oh yes, Mackie's my new toy. You probably would have noticed, Mackie's called Mackie cos it's a Mac. Yes. Finally got myself a Mac. Yes, yes. You know, Apple? Steve Jobs? Mac? Yes, that Mac. Not that Mac females use to apply on their faces.Costed me $2386.40. Hard-earned $2386.40. Could have been

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Worried that I'd really wake up one day and find myself without any friends, I made a teeny weeny effort to meet YL earlier on.Sometimes it's good to have another friend who works just as late and near your place cos she'd most probably be just about to knock off when you're about to be anywhere near her (i.e. near home too *winks*).Having a friend in a totally different field can also be good (

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-56560072818616643422008-02-18T22:57:00.002+08:002008-02-18T23:24:38.190+08:00

I've been thinking: Is work really so busy or am I subconsciously a workaholic?I work almost everyday and go home only when it's dark. Sometimes my family are all fast asleep when I get home.I even went back to the office last Sunday. Just because I felt compelled to. By some unknown force. Also because I had to get someone's contact number. But I know it wasn't so urgent.I just want to go

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-83343435649881563502008-01-28T23:14:00.000+08:002008-11-13T22:52:01.836+08:00

It's been a while. Yan and some others have urged me to put something new up here. Well, I'll try. But in any case, thanks for staying by and clicking on this link occasionally. It makes me feel remembered and cherished in some ways. At least my blog is being remembered. (I certainly hope I don't sound as if either my blog or myself is dying.)A month into 2008. Here a quick glimpse at what I've

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-76669350369287431212008-01-13T22:30:00.000+08:002008-11-13T22:52:02.023+08:00

Was feeling somewhat narcissistic (and bored) tonight so I decided to google for my name, both in Chinese characters and English.And guess what the search engine returned me with:Yes. This.Guess this is what happens when you've got a place that's much more popular and hence well sought after than your name.

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Thank you for the surprise. It doesn't matter whether it worked out perfectly, just like the way you wish it'd been. As cliche as it might sound, it's the effort and thought that counts. (Oh, and the pressie too)Birthday surprises... Wonderful lunch... Touching and sweet dinner. I think this must have been the happiest birthday I've ever celebrated so far.It all just makes me wanna say: "What a

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Earlier this week, a colleague and I had this short yet intriguing conversation.Colleague: "Have you ever felt sad? Or at least feel a little down at times?"Me: "Of course I do. I'm human too. And humans have emotions."Colleague: "Hmmm... ok. But all these while, I've always seen you happy and cheerful. Almost always smiling."Me: "Really? Hmmm... So is that good or bad?"Colleague: "I don't know.

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I seem to have the luck for unfortunate events lately.This island's really deprived of see-saws. Went to hunt for a see-saw for a photo shoot on Friday night. The hunt barely started and it begun drizzling. So, the photographer and I decided we'd hop on the company's accident vehicle to scout for one (saves our own pockets from the soaring petrol prices, you see).We found one eventually,

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I can never believe what I just saw! Really, I'm still struggling to make sure it wasn't just any scene off the movies...Got off the car just like any other day and was walking towards the lift at my void deck. Then some guy wearing grey T-shirt and jeans came running in my direction with a parang in his right hand! He was trying to hide it in his bag though, too bad I still saw it.And he ran

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-90864272436012977412007-10-13T02:04:00.000+08:002007-10-13T02:19:49.731+08:00

It's getting late, I know. Yet, I just can't get to sleep. I've been like this for the past few days. Mentally tired but just can't doze off somehow. It's not insomnia, it's not a an overdose of caffeine.I've tried means and ways I can think of. Shaking and swinging my head left and right, so I'd feel dizzy and fall asleep... Singing to myself... Reading the papers... Twisting and trying to solve

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-80797956167814853972007-10-04T11:02:00.001+08:002007-10-04T11:09:37.959+08:00

It's been a month. If I were, by an chance a celeb blogger, all my readers would have gone mouldy waiting for my updates.Maybe I'm writing too much at work. So much I run dry of content to fill up my entries here.Almost 4 months into the job and still learning. That includes making stupid mistakes. Ha!Oh well, oh well. Sometimes I just think I ain't got much grey matter up in there.For some

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很多时候就是不够狠,工作才显得比较艰辛.很多时候就是太老实,才会被别人占便宜.有时就是心太软,结果帮了别人害了自己.有时就是心太乱,结果是非黑白搞不清楚.有时就是心太荒,结果搞错了事情的重点.依然觉得自己长不大,凡事难免想着玩耍.还是认为大事自己处理不来,处理的话一定搞杂.持着一颗童心看世界,就是有这样的感觉.

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-25249792744153990312007-08-31T00:27:00.000+08:002007-08-31T00:58:22.170+08:00

Really, four days of break from work always seems shorter than say, four days of work/MC/basically almost anything. In fact, it never seems enough.In retrospect, I'd say the grey matter is pretty well rested. No more throbbing headaches at least.The 1st 2 days were especially well spent.Window shopping at Suntec City, Shaw House... Goodness, I even went to AMK Hub!Had good food (at least better

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-89309824604677166782007-08-24T00:02:00.000+08:002007-08-24T00:11:47.096+08:00

Life's a game of charades. You'll never know what exactly those hints mean. When you finally get the answer and find that all the hints make sense, it's way too late.Forrest Gump will refer that as a box of chocolates. But these days, you can always look to the side of the box and check out the ingredients to find out what you might get. (for maggots, check the expiry date for clue) So... no

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I'm tired. Stressed. And sometimes moody.I'm desperately looking forward to that one week away from work, hoping that time will freeze (or at least slow) come end August.There seems to be some pent up frustration which I simply can't identify. Maybe that's stress masquerading itself.I don't know... do all these mean I'm burning out?

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-48837111992065961372007-08-05T23:46:00.000+08:002007-08-06T00:03:07.174+08:00

The Simpsons Movie sure got me hooked onto watching The Simpsons again.I can never explain why I love watching cartoons so much. Simpsons... Tom & Jerry... Bugs Bunny...Because it's illogical. Because it's unrealistic. Because it's funny. Because it entertains me, without having me think too much about what it's talking about.Maybe.

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This morning, I woke up stressed up by all the work that's boggling my mind.I think the strive for perfection has proven slightly too much for me to cope. It's time I accept that I'm still green and it's ok to make mistakes.So, I should start with learning from my mistakes seriously and stop brooding over spilled milk.Another good idea to reduce my chances of making mistakes: Speak more mandarin.

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-56677154052721941592007-07-30T23:45:00.000+08:002007-07-31T00:01:37.333+08:00

Saw the idol today. Whee!~~Yes. I thought I'd be very excited. Much more excited than just screaming "Whee!~~"But no. I simply can't wait to get everything over and done with.I wasn't even over the moon when we sat just opposite each other for a chat. I didn't think it felt any different from chatting with any friend. Not a close buddy, of course. Just any common friend I have.That thrill and

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I know it's way late but it only seemed appropriate that I go according to the sequence of events and post some pictures of my graduation ceremony.It's not as if there're other more interesting things that happen in my life anyway.That's me. Side view. With the big bouquet my family got me, the scroll (with nothing inside) and some other flyers those shrewd businessmen try to shove into my arms (

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-44385442455454832172007-07-05T15:01:00.000+08:002007-07-05T15:20:13.267+08:00

It's the official off-day for me (today & tomorrow!), minus the fact that I'll have to go for a press screening later in the evening. Well, at least it's the movies, something relaxing. So, guess I don't mind.Got my 1st pay and spent it on a new handset. My heart's still aching a little every now and then. Hope it'll be worth the while and perform its functions right. *sigh* The photographers

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-71728395807265902852007-07-03T13:47:00.000+08:002007-07-03T13:57:48.513+08:00

Nowadays, it's really a rare sight to catch me at home, at this hour unless I am... ill. Argh!Slightly 2 weeks into my job and I'm already down. I'm really lousy. To think a planned series of off days and leave would keep me motivated for at least 1 more week. I just gave way, from the looks of that worn-out face in the mirror and the heat on my forehead.Well, at least I've gotten my 1st

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13482119750514197866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033336234671132602.post-25605013138780623862007-06-28T15:14:00.000+08:002007-06-28T15:34:21.402+08:00

Been living a some sort of a frenzy for about 2 weeks now yet it feels as if I've lived life this way for a much longer time. That's the mental state of mind.The biological state of me says that I'm still in the midst of getting used to the current lifestyle (read: long working hours, running here & there like a ding dong, hitting the sack late at night).It's been some fun and excitement, seeing

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Lately, there's been quite a handful of transitions I need to grapple with.As usual, it's been causing some sort of emotional discomfort (I don't know how else to phrase it). In all sense, it's just making me feel more than being helpless and at a loss.

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A friend once said that a true friendship is one that is able to transcend boundaries and withstand the test of time apart, given our busy lifestyles in the city.The friend also said that a real friend is someone you don't have to meet often. But when you both do, still feel that time apart hasn't caused any drift apart because you can and want to share almost everything that's happened since the

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Saw this off Quack's entry and it really got my entire mind taken up with reminiscence of past, when I was a little girl. It seems to me that M'sian and Singaporean kids aren't that different, if we would spare the details.I grew up watching alot of cartoons. Often I'd cook up excuses to skip school just to hurry home and watch cartoons. Animaniacs... Smurfs... Strawberry Shortcake... Teenage

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Oftentimes, what others know of one is merely the alter ego. The alter ego that one choose to portray.Eventually, one finds so many dimensions of himself that he loses who he really is.Or perhaps, even the notion of the true self is merely what one chooses to believe to be.One sees something as the alter ego, and therefore it is.One sees something as the truth, therefore it is.One sees something

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The afternoon was still and uninteresting until I found some websites that really helped me pass time. And this website somehow just got me hooked.It's just a website that'll grow flowers when you click anywhere on the page. The petals will fall off and the flowers will eventually disappear when there's really and overcrowded garden of flowers. It's nothing really amazing. But I just liked

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Everybody needs a hug from time to time, don't we?p/s: I have no wish to get a youtube account, so it's a link instead of a click-able screenshot. Heh.

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It's a public holiday. I fathom most people would be out enjoying themselves, or at least relaxing and chilling out in their own homes, at someone else's place... somehow, the social construct makes me feel that this should be the way.Anything but down with aches and fever.I don't understand how all these always has to happen. But everytime it does, it almost never fails to make me feel thrown

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There's really nothing interesting going on in my life, probably except for the island-wide sale that just started and the new stuffs I've got because of this craze. Not that anyone cares what I've got. Neither do I think it's very worth-mentioning. But... oh well.I've been very pleased with what I've gotten so far. The issue is, I'm almost running out of space for my new possessions. And trust

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The days are still the same. B-O-R-I-N-G. So I open my bar fridge a couple of times daily to check if these are fine. Heh.Last peek: Still looking as fresh as it was given to me!And it still cheers me as much as it did when I first had them.Just wanna give thanks again. *smiles*

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Day 4. Bored stiff. Feeling cooped up to the brim. Yet, there's only so much I can do. Makes me really frustrated sometimes. The TV went on premanent strike last night. This surely doesn't help.I'm so bored that my brain cells probably have left me. Hence the boring blog title too.There's only so much activities to do at home:- Read almost all the novels I haven't had time to read in the past-

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Just a gesture of appreciation for those who popped by last night. Thanks... ... Crystal & yuanzhang for this cute little bouquet of flowers that can.... tah dah... stand! Really, it can stand steadily on the table or just any flat surface on its own! Yea yea... I might be overly amazed but heck. I really haven't seen anything like this. So... yes, I am still amazed. Thanks gals!Of course, how

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I just wanna leave some traces of me before I go... hence the updated Garfield comic strip and this entry.I'll be back real soon, even before you guys realise it. *smiles*

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Really, I'm trying to be sanguine about whatever that may come my way. Especially since the chat 2 nights back. *thanks*Since I haven't got much to say, I fathom having a few happier pictures would further help me with this.A pretty bottle of cranes, obviously, from the gang. Actually, only Crys & yuanzhang folded them together, I heard. Anyhow, it's an effort which I appreciate very much till

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Blogger has kindly collaborated with Google to persistently show some pop-under ad that not only irritates me, but hampers AND dampens my blogging experience.This has massacred what mood and agenda I initally had in mind to include in this entry.So, all in all, thanks for the experience Blogger & Google. You have successfully killed my blogging mood. Congrats. May more of such success come your

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Lappie's down again. This time, much more serious than ever cos it can't even boot! *sigh* Humans have become so dependent on technology even when it comes to the emotional aspect. Really, else I won't even be blogging about the demise of poor, old Lappie!I'm definitely missing good ol'Lappie! To think all I did was try to run the recovery CD to make it feel better. Look what I've done. Let's

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Tucked uncomfortably at a corner, I stared and watched the world go by. How constructive. Unsurprisingly, I began to recount the lost days. Literally, the days...... and the nights.I wonder why it isn't possible to turn back time. Then I wonder if, sometime down the road in life, I'll be able to somehow feel this carefree and happy again.

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The afternoon's moving really slow that it's starting to get boring. I've apparently eaten something bad, so I've been dashing for the toilet till early afternoon.This means, I can't get outta the house and go anywhere! Boo hoo~Had initially planned to catch spidey but it looks like all plans for today's gotta be chucked aside. All because of me and my stupid tummyache.I did try to seek some

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Had intended to only post my first entry today, after my exams. In a way, it marks the end of my academic life with exams and the start of a new chapter; so I just thought it'd be also appropriate to inject life in here with the commencement of this new chapter.Anyhow, we all know what I did.So, exams are all over. It's the end, unofficially. Since I haven't donned my academic dress and throw my

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I know I should be revising but I came across Victoria's Secret as an example in my textbook so I thought I should check it out to gain better understand.Looks like I've totally understood what Victoria's Secret is about. So thorough that I think I'm gonna get myself a few pieces of Victoria's Secret for myself! It looks really pweettty from the website!!! And it's got an array of bra tops!! (You

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Alright, my 2nd post for the week. I haven't got much to write here actually. Perhaps I just haven't gotten used to writing in here. I suppose I still miss my old blog alot. Afterall, it's been with me for 6 years. I never thought I'd grow emotionally attached to a blog. My blog, rather.I can't wait for Sunday to come because by then, I'd be totally free from the reins of academic stress. I might

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First entry for this new space. Signed up for this blog about 3 weeks back but other than placing some of my favourite cartoon characters, I never had time to formulate anything concrete in here.So today I guess it's all just in the bid to...? Probably I just want to take some time off the crazy week that just went by.Last exam, probably in my entire life, coming soon. Afterwhich, it spells the

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