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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1053044014534959444</id><published>2011-06-04T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:11:56.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second last post</title><content type='html'>okie, so the 7things lunch didn't turn out quite right because of sudden emergency. i sincerly hope mango will be alright. and personally the rain did dampen my mood a little. so i guess its fate. next time ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to find jiaming and ernest. was helping jiaming find guitar. okay, so i wasn't of much help because i know no music though its suppose to be family thing. finally he settled on a blackie! lol. thats just a name i made for his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to plaza sing to watch kun fu panda 2. im pretty sure a panda 3 is coming up. but ya, if you're looking for a good old entertaining comedy movie to chillax, panda is one for you. but ya, i enjoyed the show. and its my very first 3D movie! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie, went to eat dinner and chit chat rubbish. alot. thats what i like about going out. just aimlessly chill and talk rubbish, everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperate to go rollerblading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is second last post of this blog. 999th post to be exact. new url in the next post (1000th post!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1053044014534959444?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1053044014534959444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1053044014534959444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/06/second-last-post.html' title='second last post'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-382344478505697300</id><published>2011-06-03T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:28:31.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>some things that are broken can never be fixed and return to original state. think less literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to grandma house wrap dumpling. while grandma wrapped 100 plus, i wrapped 4 miserable ugly SQUARE (supposedly triangle or pyramid) dumpling. so to the lucky dude who ate that, you're so blessed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit jessieeeeee. chatted quite abit. hope she recover soon. i love you jessie! but not as much as aaron. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going lunch with 7 things. then movies with jc friends. after this weekend, i will be quite free, until wednesday where i shall meet up with lover and naf. i got a feeling we'll have so much to talk about. meanwhile, i shall plan some stuff for myself. like a rollerblading day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thai trip likely to be cancelled because its near thailand's voting date. and according to my relatives who kept calling my mom and scolding her for letting us (me and my sis) two young girls to go thai at such situation, its extremely dangerous beause voting day in thai is not as peaceful as in singapore. hard to imagine actually but, ah well, fate tells me i shouldn't go too. why? cuz my scholarship camp happen to fall on the first two days of the thai trip and my pharmacy camp happen to fall on the last two days of the thai trip. ah, FATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, theres some sort of disappointment in my life. but im immuned. im disappointed, but still and always hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-382344478505697300?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/382344478505697300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/382344478505697300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/06/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-9140307177560402539</id><published>2011-06-02T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:08:36.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a awesome workfree two days. i forgot what i did but, i try not to let myself idle at home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going grandma house for wrapping dumpling. the day after tomorrow visit jessie. hopefully if the dumpling thing can be done by tomorrow's late afternoon, shall go visit jessie. saturday going lunch. then for the next few days shall be rollerblading or some exercising. yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go design my new blog skin. byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-9140307177560402539?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/9140307177560402539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/9140307177560402539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/06/had-awesome-workfree-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6216775903536858269</id><published>2011-06-01T03:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T03:49:42.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unemployed officially</title><content type='html'>okay last day of work. mixed feeling. tomorrow, i need to deal with uni stuff already. shall go sleep le. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6216775903536858269?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6216775903536858269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6216775903536858269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/06/unemployed-officially.html' title='unemployed officially'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5962913290205541816</id><published>2011-05-31T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T03:11:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLBT</title><content type='html'>okay, im so into the topic of GLBT. gay lesbian bi trans. someone correct me if im wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i just realise one of my colleague is a lesbian! she like girls. okay. i didn't know that before today. and before that, i find her so cool, rather charming and quite cute. could i have change preference and fall for girls too?! omg!! hahaha. but seriously, its more likely that shes nice and i would really like to befriend her than i could have been a lesbian. cuz, well, i duno. i don't think i can fall for girls. but im absolutely not against them! i am happy for them if they can find their partner! whoohoo! yay for pink dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is last day of work. like raisin said, its a mixed feeling ya. i'll miss working there. but i know i won't be working there anymore, well at least for the next ten years. why? read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, its likely that the next 10 years of my life is fixed. 4 years studying pharmacy in nus and 6 more years serving my bonds for the moh scholarship. not confirmed yet though because the scholarship letter haven't arrive yet (im starting to suspect that i made up the part where i received an accpetance phone call. i could be suffering from a mental illness call false memory syndrome where by patient tend to imagine events and thinking thats its actually memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, if the above is real, next 10 years of my life is fixed. and its definitely not a easy 10 years because i expect a pharmacist's life not to be a bed of roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5962913290205541816?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5962913290205541816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5962913290205541816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/glbt.html' title='GLBT'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1022304394180724405</id><published>2011-05-29T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:00:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gss</title><content type='html'>gss started. i got some items alreadyy!! got a hoodie jacket and wallet!! gss rocks man. things are unbelivably cheap. i really like the hoodie. as for the wallet, i will still look for a nicer one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of changes to my social life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1022304394180724405?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1022304394180724405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1022304394180724405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/gss.html' title='gss'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-3722384255520170987</id><published>2011-05-29T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:17:34.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory box</title><content type='html'>tidied up my memory box. it was easy work for me, compared to my little sis since my stuff is always neatly kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: my dreams really reflect what im concerned with or what im thinking or pondering about recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is sunday. nothing to do. then its monday. maybe cycling then go work. and tuesday comes after. (hahaha!) work again and im going to enjoy holidayyyyyyyyyyyy!! woohooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-3722384255520170987?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3722384255520170987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3722384255520170987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-box.html' title='memory box'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1103151096570445642</id><published>2011-05-28T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T03:02:18.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chipped tooth rant</title><content type='html'>below is a long rant on my chipped tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chipped my tooth at work today!!! how did i chipped it? guess! i bet you won't be able to. the answer is, i chipped my tooth by slamming a ceramic plate into my face. how? because i was polishing the plate really hard because there was a stain and i kinda loose grip on the plate and the plate flew into my face, chipping a corner off my front right tooth. and you know whats worse? adult teeth don't grow! im stuck with a chipped tooth for my entire life. so saddddd!!! oh nooo, im disfiguredddd. i couldn't get over the chipped tooth the whole day. and it hurts when i bite that spot or use my tongue to feel the chipped corner. sighhh. i cannot eat for my whole life already!!!! it hurts when i bite potato chip. so no potato chip for my whole life. and i realise i cannot bite apple too! or any fruits! and no more icecream and cold stuff. noooooooooooooooo. my life is ruined!!! all because of a chipped tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually it wasn't that bad. but whatever i said above was true. the pain is there when anything touches that chipped corner. and im disfigured because, well, i don't want to smile any more! without smiling, i look double the ugly when im already ugly! i hope the pain will heal though. its like a sharp pain, kinda like sensitive teeth feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1103151096570445642?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1103151096570445642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1103151096570445642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/chipped-tooth-rant.html' title='chipped tooth rant'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-8704268619148388288</id><published>2011-05-27T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T03:28:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cannot express myself</title><content type='html'>you know, i realise im not a very expressive person. in the sense, i won't show or say whatever i am feeling. when i care for people, i don't even show it directly too. and im definitely not a sweet tongue who will say i love you, i miss you or whatsoever or express emotion and feeling verbally. i control my emotion quite well, not letting it show easily. so, when one day if you actually do see/ hear/ feel my emotion/ care/ concern, believe it. because i guarantee is 100% genuine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-8704268619148388288?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8704268619148388288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8704268619148388288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cannot-express-myself.html' title='i cannot express myself'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5326549214922996454</id><published>2011-05-27T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T03:03:45.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xueshen telepathy</title><content type='html'>do you belive in telepathy? or fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, when i dropped off at a bus stop, this 'women' walked past me. i didn't see her face. i sat down at the stone seat and looked. those who know me, i dont wear my spec hence things are blurry to me. at the time when i sat down, the 'women' she was pretty far away, and she was about to board bus 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however something about her made me feel that we know each other. maybe its the way she walk or her back view or i duno what, my instinct made me yell out 'xueshen' though usually i will be very unconfident and just remain quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'women' was looking around before boarding the bus. she looked at every direction except towards me, so clearly she didnt hear my continuous screaming of 'xueshen xueshen!!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to look at her face when the bus drove past but, ah well, i couldn't see. hahha. then i smsed xueshen to see if it was her, thinking that i just embarrased myself. and guess what. it was her! she smsed me faster than i did. haha. she said that she felt the urge to look around before boarding. is this call telepathy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have three more working days. ahh, feel kinda she bu de. but i know one day i will leave de, because i know it isn't my industry.&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-3922310815811504201</id><published>2011-05-26T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T02:43:33.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>991th post</title><content type='html'>this is my 991th post using this url. gonna create a new one, probably end of this month. so i am going to try to waste post number, wanna it to end at 1000. theres 6 more days to this end of month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i have this 'im gonna leave work soon' feel. not that i really really miss working. but 5 months is kinda long and i develop some form of affection and attachment for the people and things there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-3922310815811504201?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3922310815811504201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3922310815811504201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/991th-post.html' title='991th post'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5125335845083436474</id><published>2011-05-23T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:29:39.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craving</title><content type='html'>craving for jap and korean food suddenly. feel like eating a bowl of hot flavourful japanese ramen and some korean bbq chicken or beef skewers. im off the western crave because too much western recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im working tomorrow. ahh, night shift. lol. 6 more working days. im counting down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5125335845083436474?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5125335845083436474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5125335845083436474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/craving.html' title='craving'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-2292042888021256545</id><published>2011-05-22T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:22:47.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>osyter</title><content type='html'>met up with jiaming ernest aloysius and yunqi at airport. had lunch at astons, again. lol. waited super long then the food finally arrived. and i realise you can only eat the chicken and steak from astons. their pasta not really that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, yunqi and aloy went off while me ernest and jiaming went starbuck to chit chat. just random chats and had a good laugh and got a nagging from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, dinner with family at crown plaza. had a buffet. i think its one of the nicer buffet i ever eaten. well, mainly because the food taste nice and there is seafood. had oyster, mussel, crab etc etc. they have lots of dessert too. but then i was in a mood for seafood, soup and cheese. keep drinking their soup and eating cheese. its weird choice of food for dinner, i know. but i like!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have date so far for tomorrow. considering rollerblading. or see how. gonna have some final construction work in my house. did i mention because my front porch tiles popped. most likely due to heat and lack of constructing for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bugged again and i don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-2292042888021256545?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2292042888021256545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2292042888021256545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/osyter.html' title='osyter'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6355842914240605951</id><published>2011-05-21T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:47:38.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i donated blood!!! no fainting!!! woohoo!! i found out the trick to not faint is to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) eat double breakfast&lt;br /&gt;2) eat chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3) drink alot of water right before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tada!!! i successfully donated blood without any reaction!! however, when i finally decided to tell the nurse about my previous encounter before they insert needle, they paid extra attention to me. and i was the centre of attraction because they still turn me upside down even though i wasn't feeling faintish AT ALL. anyway, great experience and quite happy i didn't faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, sorry to xueshen because both me and tianqing overslept and made her wait for 1h plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after donation, ate astons and decided to try beef bolognese for a change. no taste. i kept putting salt but still no taste. gonna get kidney failure. after the late lunch with them, headed different way. short but pleasantly nice day. wish both of them all the best for the last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is lunch double date with ernest and jiaming. why double date? because i am the date to both of them! hahahaha. okay. makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel worried for something but i don't know what it is. but i think its something to do with travelling. lotsa things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) not going kukup trip with st.john friends anymore because my squadmate none of them  going and i thinnk it will be awkward for me and my juniors if i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my thailand trip happens to fall on voting day for thailand. heard its not safe. not that i mind, but my parents mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to watch youtube video, some song that lover recommend me. hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6355842914240605951?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6355842914240605951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6355842914240605951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-donated-blood-no-fainting-woohoo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-8350517556650078679</id><published>2011-05-20T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:44:10.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for moh interview. wore a long sleeve shirt,  black pants, tied my hair and apply make up. hahha. okay, make up sucks on my face. from now on, im gonna settle on my natural look. no more make up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the interview wasn't that good. again, i lack knowledge and full passion in pharmacy. and guess what, i made all the interview laugh for alot of times. i thought they were just a group of jolly people. but when i asked lover, she said not really. okay, so im a funny person by nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i know its highly likely i won't get it. so just forget about it. after my interview, waited for lover before we went to eat at one of the restaurant in tokyo walker in plaza sing. i think the ramen was quite nice. eat until very full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about eat, nowadays (nows-a-day, inside joke), i keep eating a full dinner, which is bad. sad sad sad. i looked up the web and i am going to try soem extreme diet to loose 5 kg in half a month. maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to lover and dinner. it was awesome. had a nice talk. i realise we cannot call each other by our name already. i cannot call her sherry if not it feels weird (it feels weird even typing her name) lol. and sometime when i need to call or sms her, i will naturally scroll to 'L' section in phone book, trying to look for 'lover', only to realise her name is 'sherry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going donate blood and lunch with haega. had been eating out alot recently. spent alot of money. so sad. money is hard earned you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, got to go. wanna watch tv le. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-8350517556650078679?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8350517556650078679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8350517556650078679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/went-for-moh-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4692268155160074152</id><published>2011-05-19T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:19:27.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of work</title><content type='html'>yay, its gonna be rest day till tuesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plan for these four days are:&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow: moh scholarship interview&lt;br /&gt;saturday: donate blood plus hagea outing plus (maybe) nus faculty of science open house plus maybe wii?&lt;br /&gt;sunday: nothing yet&lt;br /&gt;monday: nothing yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the nothing yet days, i wanna go rollerblading. or maybe not because suddenly i remember i donate blood. you know, donate blood is not nothing to me because, eh, lets just say my body is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, need date. lol. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4692268155160074152?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4692268155160074152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4692268155160074152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-of-work.html' title='end of work'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-7957966456031838780</id><published>2011-05-17T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:51:18.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beginning to dislike work because they are soooo taking advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today is vesak day. public holiday but no extra pay. even extra pay also not double. screw four seasons. such a miser. but ah well, ending work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more working days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow working. byebye. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-7957966456031838780?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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are late. im not. i shouldn't have wake up so early because i had work till 1am last night. anyway, the epic thing is that tan wei ting was still sleeping at 11.55am when i called her house when we're suppose to meet at 12pm at elsewhere. when i called her house, because her hp switch off, her parent picked up. i was so embarrased lah because they know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then anyway, after lingxiang pick me and weiting, we headed to ion to meet rachelle. went to eat at watami, some jap restaurant. we played some finger game and the forfeit is eating wasabe mixed other yucky stuff. surprisingly i can't taste any of it while they feel so grossed out eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, went walk walk. and i found out that i really like some stuff in river island. remind me to buy some stuff during gss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went off from ion to work place while they headed off to lingxiang house, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats outing for me today. sigh, if only i didn't have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow no work. needa deal with interview stuff and perhaps go out with my ah ma. goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-777472697295193872?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/777472697295193872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/777472697295193872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/photoshoot-fail.html' title='photoshoot fail'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-765653960106782639</id><published>2011-05-15T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T02:50:34.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless</title><content type='html'>okay a quick one. i aim to sleep by 3am tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow morning and afternoon, going to go photoshooting with 7things. gonna dress nice nice. well, hopefully i find something to wear. lol. and come to think of it, its gonna be awkward after my work because i will be over-dress where everyone else are likely to wear tee and shorts. i sure hope no one sees me. really. lol. i wish i didn't have to work. stupid person who made me work on weekend when i didnt want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after work tomorrow, i will be going marina bay sands with my ah ma. haha. and i will need to photocopy my stuff for the moh interview. oh, that reminds me, i need to practice making up (?) will need some make up on interview day. so i guess i might try to make up tomorrow, if i'hv time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, got to go. need to grab every single second i can to sleeeeeeepppp. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-765653960106782639?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/765653960106782639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/765653960106782639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/sleepless.html' title='sleepless'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-2455341928412735298</id><published>2011-05-12T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:36:24.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bruise at my butt</title><content type='html'>something feels wrong recently. i keep getting into accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) whole tub of passion fruit puree spill on me&lt;br /&gt;2) whole jug of coffee spill on me&lt;br /&gt;3) paint spill on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, i fell down on staircase. i was walking down and i slipped and i fell hard on my butt on the forth/fifth step. thats not it!! i was wearing knee length shorts. so there was little friction between my thigh and the steps and hence, i slide and land hard, slide and land hard ON MY BUTT for a few more step before finally landing on the ground floor. and you think that only happens in cartoons. it hurts and i suspect i have bruise on my butt already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-2455341928412735298?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2455341928412735298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2455341928412735298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/bruise-at-my-butt.html' title='bruise at my butt'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5347935555215295642</id><published>2011-05-10T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:34:59.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got harrased by uncle</title><content type='html'>dinnered with michelle and his bf, joe at some thai restaurant. the food is pretty good. i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when i was waiting for bus, got disturbed by this uncle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uncle sat beside me*&lt;br /&gt;*i move away bit to give him more space*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle: what time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;me: (calculate and converting 24 hrs to 12 hrs clock) 9.23pm&lt;br /&gt;uncle: are you singaporean?&lt;br /&gt;me: ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uncle stretch out hand*&lt;br /&gt;uncle: my name is henry. whats your name?&lt;br /&gt;*i shook his hand*&lt;br /&gt;me: erm, wanjing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle: are you parent strict?&lt;br /&gt;me: no&lt;br /&gt;uncle: whats your ranking among your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;me: second&lt;br /&gt;uncle: do you have a brother?&lt;br /&gt;me: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uncle stretch out his palm*&lt;br /&gt;uncle: let me see your palm&lt;br /&gt;*feeling very scared by now and don't know what to do*&lt;br /&gt;*slowly stretch out hand*&lt;br /&gt;*uncle use his finger and trace the palm line abit*&lt;br /&gt;*i saw bus 155 (not my bus) and quickly withdraw and ran away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, i know i should have left when he started asking me stuff but i was sitting down and no one was with me. what if he was just friendly and made him embarrassed by making a big fuss? anyway, no harm done, except he touched my hand. i hope he doesn't have any disease. okay, now im scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow working and i got videos to watch. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5347935555215295642?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5347935555215295642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5347935555215295642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/got-harrased-by-uncle.html' title='got harrased by uncle'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4222589083076530188</id><published>2011-05-09T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T02:47:19.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret garden</title><content type='html'>besides 'how to train your dragon', im currently into secret garden. once again, i like romance drama. but not just any romance. i realise the common trait between all the drama i like is that the male lead is usually dumb in a cute manner and will go head over heel for the girl. in other words, sweeeeetttt love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go watch. byebyeee!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4222589083076530188?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4222589083076530188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4222589083076530188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/secret-garden.html' title='secret garden'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-3850361749989781076</id><published>2011-05-07T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:19:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to train your dragon</title><content type='html'>i bought 'how to train your dragon' dvd. yay! lol. nowadays, i realised i am hooked to kiddo stuff. whats happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is polling day! so exciting! haha. okay, off to watch video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-3850361749989781076?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3850361749989781076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3850361749989781076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-train-your-dragon.html' title='how to train your dragon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-8559272211506232920</id><published>2011-05-06T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:31:23.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quitting job soon</title><content type='html'>its end of my 3 days mornign shift marathon. okay, i know compare to most people its nothing. but im tired. im getting old you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to all unemployed friends, im quitting my job this end of month! date me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres my plan for the two months before uni starts in august:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;br /&gt;- tutor my little sis and help her because its her olevel this year&lt;br /&gt;- go lib and read some book. to get my brain to work. but seems like a bad idea because i dislike reading and reading doesn't work the brain yea? i wanna do some thinking. maybe math?! lol&lt;br /&gt;- go thailand with elder sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july&lt;br /&gt;- phamacy orientation camp&lt;br /&gt;- 1909 chalet&lt;br /&gt;- nus admission stuff, like health check up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it didn't sound as excited as i though when its typed out. but for any random day, i might go rollerblade or jogging or crash into somebody's condo for a swim. who live in condo with swimming pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! looking forward to my holiday. but i think i will miss working. afterall, i worked almost for half a year. developed feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-8559272211506232920?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8559272211506232920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8559272211506232920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/quitting-job-soon.html' title='quitting job soon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-8139823715939260750</id><published>2011-05-03T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T02:52:10.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute ah ma at ubin seafood</title><content type='html'>went out to lunch with my cute ah ma at ubin seafood. i kinda like thier food there. not too expensive but yet very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going out with mom and maybe matermal grandma to go shopping and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to take a passport size photo soon. i have screwed hair. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to quit job in mid june, before my thailand trip, pharm camp and 1909 chalet. after all that, i shall dedicate my free time to slack, enjoy, prepare schooling stuff, tutor my little sis and most probably exercise (to lose weigh). yay. can't wait for my 'holiday'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired after work just now because the sudden change from usual morning shift to night shift makes me feel 'jet lag'. can't find a better word to describe. shall sleep soon. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-8139823715939260750?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8139823715939260750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8139823715939260750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/cute-ah-ma-at-ubin-seafood.html' title='cute ah ma at ubin seafood'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1217846268247781534</id><published>2011-05-01T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T00:48:38.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to watch movie with meow jac aloy jiaming and ernest. watched 'arthur' which is a surprisingly cute and touching movie. okay, maybe i am the only one who thinks its touching. because i am the only one who cried. LOL. i was sniffing sniffing at some scene then i notice even the girls didn't have reaction. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinnered at carl's junior! awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got work. not awesome. i think tomorrow no extra pay too though its labour day. got no extra pay on good friday and easter. and even if theres extra pay, its not 1.5 times or 2 times. its just $1 extra. cheater. i'm not afriad to smear their name. its not smearing. its just facts. wow. im into the daring politic speech thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about politic, i think its rather fiery this year. or its because now that i grown up, i understand more and hence it sounds or seems more happening than the past? haha. but its interesting lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna go sleep le. i dislike working continuously but then i need a job that will keep me going and moving if not i will become fatttt!! wanna go swimming. okay goodnight. rather tired already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1217846268247781534?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1217846268247781534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1217846268247781534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/went-to-watch-movie-with-meow-jac-aloy.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6906107605449216098</id><published>2011-04-27T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:01:28.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just yesterday i got so excited and hooha over accpetance into nus pharmacy. today i am doubting if im really interested in pharmacy. to be honest, i like studying biomedical stuff and hope that i could put my knowledge into good use in the future. dreaming big, i wanna be a doctor. no need specialist, i want to be a gp and do rounds in hospital. in reality, my grades don't make it. so lets just drop doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i googled about pharmacy stuff. i realise my concern is that pharmacist has little little prospect and little contribution in healthcare sector. from comments and stuff, seems like theres no demand or important use for pharmacist. which i myself felt so because buying drugs off shelve is so easy if you can read english. well, i am assumming you're not a special case like allergy or whatever. and besides, doctor knows treatment and some knowledge of drug. so as long as he/she follow the guideline/rules, prescribe cough syrup to cough patients, theres no need for pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna tell me about the prepackage drug which are works of pharmacist, yes i agree, but i am more interested in direct patient contact and not research and developement of drug. so it seems like i don't fit in pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the major concerns mention above which is prospect and interest, another thing is pay. i sound really practical but how many people actually work for the sake of interest and disregard pay. we all know pharmacist in singapore has a depressingly low pay, a known fact. quoted from somewhere i saw 'if i get the same pay as mcdonald cashier does, it makes me feel that my years of studying has gone into waste'. what more can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what should i do? and the fact that pharm degree is a professional degree, its so specific that i am afraid if i regret in the future, i cannot find any other non pharm related job. i feel like taking up business because its safe and 'versatile'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6906107605449216098?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6906107605449216098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6906107605449216098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-yesterday-i-got-so-excited-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-7896930313339427092</id><published>2011-04-26T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:36:57.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nu pharmacy</title><content type='html'>got accepted by nus pharmacy!!! yay!!!! happy!! okay, shall go research on pharm stuff le. see you soon nus pharm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-7896930313339427092?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7896930313339427092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7896930313339427092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/nu-pharmacy.html' title='nu pharmacy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-7865323474193231125</id><published>2011-04-23T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:54:55.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am emotional. too emotional and hide myself too well</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning, was waiting for lx to fetch me to parkway. okay ha, honestly, parkway is like a 15 minutes walk away from home, i don't want to take advantage of him to fetch me. anyway, later, my mom wanna go grandma house to let her sign some cheque. my sis was the driver. then, i wanna go see grandma. and they wanted go parkway after that, so i though i go with them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, my sis waited for 15 minutes downstairs and got pissed and bad mood. so went home eventually. and i am back to square one. i need to get to parkway asap because i was running late. i took a bus when i could have a car ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up at parkway with lx and weiting. later, lx drove us to rachelle house to pick her. me and weiting hid behind and scare her. went to vivo and ate at marche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the restaurant has an interesting payment system. when you enter, they give you a card and you go around the 'buffet' table and order what you want and make 'payment' using that card. at the end of meal you then pay for whatever is creditted in the card.  i find it a smart way because people will tend not to notice how much they spent when they order food using that card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we follow up the car scare with another surprise -- her present! it was a chanel eyeshadow. hope she really like it. because to be honest, i couldn't give much opinion when choosing because i don't make up. duhhh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, lx drove weiting to tamp to drop her. i didn't want lingxiang to go here and there so i got off too, knowing i have quite some time to spent before meeting my mom. then i suddenly remembered sherry they all at minds cafe. so wanted to go over to surprise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way there at the interchange, got stopped by prudential. was being nice so i chatted with the girl. but i did notify the girl i won't buy anything but will give her whatever particular she wants. lol. and i was grilled when being sat there to listen to her. no, dont be mistaken. not grilled in the sense where she kept bombarding me with question. we had a nice little chat. but i meant grilled as in theres no fan in the confined box. it was so hot! i was tempted to tell her if she need client, they really need to invest in a good fan at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally at minds cafe. and was shocked to see naf!! and not forgettign beloved loverr! took photo with them. in facebook, it will look like i attended the whole outing but infact i only popped by for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off with sherry and naf. naf forgotten her phone. and turned back. i thought mom was waiting so i couldn't accompany her. at tamp, i then realise mom have not even reached. went frolick and ate a 4 oz frozen yoghurt myself. oh the ordered-something-but-realise-no-money-to-pay inncident almost happen again. i always do such stuff. my worse record was not able to pay up $1.60 for two newspaper after taking the newspaper to the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally mom came. not in pleasannt mood, i detected. ate dinner and went home shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in lx car, rachelle said that i was under-emotional. i disagree. maybe it feel things but hide it too well. but i dare say, i feel alot. infact, i wish i didn't. if i were heartless, life would have been easier yeah? because nothing holds you back because you don't care. but then again, nothing pushes you on in life because you don't feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-7865323474193231125?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7865323474193231125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7865323474193231125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-emotional-too-emotional-and-hide.html' title='i am emotional. too emotional and hide myself too well'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-469470752389073679</id><published>2011-04-20T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:31:07.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moh test</title><content type='html'>went for phychometric (spelling?) test at moh holding. it was... surprising. lol. but the test was rather fun to do. however, as i hadn't been using my brain for a long time, i feel so rusty. i cannot even do a mental calculation of 5 X 8. lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now my eyeball and head hurts. but tomorrow working. still. go watch tv. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-469470752389073679?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/469470752389073679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/469470752389073679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/moh-test.html' title='moh test'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5186421959015707039</id><published>2011-04-19T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:44:56.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work</title><content type='html'>besides work, i think these few months i might be travelling. yay. so far bangkok is confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going moh scholarship. maybe shopping after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall rest early. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5186421959015707039?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5186421959015707039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5186421959015707039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-work-work.html' title='work work work'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-7522493689840611863</id><published>2011-04-16T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:53:03.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay over at rache's</title><content type='html'>stay over elsewhere last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday after work, went home first, to dinner and bathe before lingxiang came and pick me up. went parkway to pick rache before heading to rache's house. met her sisters. i like her youngest sis because shes so adorable and cute. i like kids. toddlers actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played monopoly deal and there were screaming and yelling. and i forgottten who won the first round. but second round lingxiang won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, went to pick weiting then went to chomp chomp to eat supper. had hokkien noodle which was really nice and chicken wing. i kept craving for fried/bbq chicken wing/drumlet recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove back to rache's home to drop her little sis before we went out to drink. me and weiting ordered lychee margarita and lychee martini respectively. it was alright. though i haven't tried alot of alcohol drinks, but i know that whatever its serve there is not the best one yet. got a little oozy after that. sleepy sleepy and a nice warm feeling in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to rache's house and watched video. '28 days later' violence and gore horror show, was disgusting. i meant disgusting by, draggy plots and un-gore gore. then we watched 'slumdog millionaire'. personally, i find this nicer. but i fell asleep at the last 15mins or half an hour. i think 'ps i love you' would be a better show but we didnt have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice lingxiang drove me and weiting home. when i reached home, i slept on the sofa. then my mom who woke up soon after, woke me and ask me go sleep on bed. i didnt remember how these happened. but moments later, when i woke up, it was 4pm already. and i am sleeping comfortably on my bed. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay over is always fun. big thnak you to rache. we kinda mess up the living room a little. and sorry we were noisy guest. and thanks lingxiang for driving us around. having you around its like blessing, seriously. haha, i am sorry i am so useless because i got liscence but can't drive. jasme is missing out all these. so sad. and i discover that weiting is a alcohol ghost (jiu gui aka alcohol addict)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one thing i learnt about myself, i have tendency to spill things if i drink alcohol. its so easy t pry secrets out of me! lol. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beginning to detest working more and more because i am discovering more and more office politic, complicated interpersonal relationship, hatre and dislike between people. i don't like it. and sometime i get dragged into it by being malign or being the middle man. theres a saying that goes 'time shows a person's true color'. yea, thats what i am talking about. enough of work, i wanna go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work starts on monday. this coming week, it'll be like monday tuesday thrusday friday and a problematic sunday. wish me best of luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-7522493689840611863?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7522493689840611863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7522493689840611863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/stay-over-at-raches.html' title='stay over at rache&apos;s'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-8169379521043224512</id><published>2011-04-12T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:12:03.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just live on</title><content type='html'>dinner with xueshen szezhin and tianqing. essentially, haega, but not full strength because lucky stanley is in hongkong. ate at souperlicious. not really fantastic. just alright. but i like the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went gelare to eat because its half price waffle tuesday today! yay! awesome but definitely fattening. can feel it accumulating at my stomach already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about stomach fats, let me share with you my finidings. when i used to work night shift, the only meal i ate was lunch/dinner (a meal at 3pm), and i lost weight. now that i work morning shift, i ate only breakfast and dinner, i seems to gain weight. i don't think its anything to do with the number of meal because i ate alot during the 3pm meal and ate normally during breakfast and dinner. i guess its the timing of meal. so people out there trying to loose weigh can try not to eat dinner. on contrary, while i loose weight during night shift, my face become so horrible. red spots start appearing and all that. so morale of story, you can only choose to have nice face or nice body but you can't have best of both world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to today, we talked alot and the star of the day seems to be ptq. ahaha. hes talking like some insurance agent now. but yea, i also spill some stuff which i meant to kept forever. and i realise i might have actually told xueshen before already. ohh well, so much for spilling secrets. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always hoped to have a restart button in life so that i can relive the best time of my life over and over again until i age and die (i meant ageing as in the total number of years i lived, regardless at which era)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-8169379521043224512?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8169379521043224512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8169379521043224512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-live-on.html' title='just live on'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-2597241743637139693</id><published>2011-04-12T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T02:40:35.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hide myself too much</title><content type='html'>tomorrow off day. dropping yoyo at the grooming centre and going dinner with haega in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am someone who won't commit suicide but then sometime i feel that i have enough reasons not to live on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-2597241743637139693?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2597241743637139693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2597241743637139693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-hide-myself-too-much.html' title='i hide myself too much'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5004477852775950607</id><published>2011-04-11T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:53:42.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days ago, no, many days ago, i received miss call from an unknown number. i meant to call back but i forgotten. just now, when i googled the number, it belongs to MOH. oh no!!  they are probably offering me something but then i might missed the opportunity just because i missed the call. dieee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, went out with weiting and jasme, yishen and leon today. and also my mei. it was a rather short outing because i had work and because of some confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed i am getting fatter. WHYYY! is it because i don't starve anymore? i mean, now that i work morning shift, i ate proper meal. sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow working night shift again. and i must remember to call back moh. please! don't let my chance slip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5004477852775950607?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5004477852775950607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5004477852775950607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/die-few-days-ago-no-many-days-ago-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-3797139271743375948</id><published>2011-04-10T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:16:04.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday ernest</title><content type='html'>went to airport astons to celebrate ernest birthday. i was part of the surprise plan! haha. but the surprise kinda failed. when we're about to sing, ernest turn around and saw. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after astons dinner, went to sit outside mac and talk then went home. ah, catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go watch some video that i bought. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-3797139271743375948?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3797139271743375948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3797139271743375948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-ernest.html' title='happy birthday ernest'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5528359998292122452</id><published>2011-04-04T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:02:03.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two things ntu and alcohol</title><content type='html'>two things: ntu and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received acceptance letter from ntu. got into my first choice accountancy. its a good news because at least i secured a place there. and if i wanna change my mind or whatever, i can appeal downwards to my tcm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at my nutty post last night when i was feeling pretty high, i remembered the alcohol drink i had last night. i think its a wine because i saw people using the wine glass and not champagne glass. its a white wine because of its color and i remember the grape variety is riseling. and year 2005. just wanna note it down, cuz i might want to drink it next time. its really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i like alcohol. i like the oozy feeling and the burning feeling down my throat (got that feeling when i drank some unknown cocktail few days ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i ate kfc today. but didn't get to eat cheesy meltz. and i want blueberry pancakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5528359998292122452?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5528359998292122452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5528359998292122452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-things-ntu-and-alcohol.html' title='two things ntu and alcohol'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1761245564848353717</id><published>2011-04-04T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T03:01:38.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want kfc!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I AM CRAVING FOR KFC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ideally i want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blueberry pancake/am american twister and buttermilk biscuit for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roasta burger/ cheesy melt/ bandito for lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DROOLING RIGHT NOW AND FEELING PRETTY MAD. EFFECTS OF ALCOHOL! HAHAH GOODNIGHT PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1761245564848353717?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1761245564848353717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1761245564848353717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-kfc.html' title='i want kfc!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6486561096514170898</id><published>2011-04-02T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:37:54.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gay couple</title><content type='html'>what eventful day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i overslept in the bus and missed the stop on the way to work. had to walk a long wayy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) saw a gay couple. now, this is interesting. at first, this couple attracted my attention because one man had a uber long waist length hair tied in a pony tail and wearing curve cut fbt and a tee so long that covered his fbt. the other man was pretty normal, middle age man, slightly bald at top of head, round big beer belly. i know its not nice to stare. so i didn't i stole a feel glance every now and then, discreetly. then i realise they are gay couple when i saw that they interlock their fingers and held hand. aww, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) a box of ice cube fell on my leg a few days ago. today i took a close look and realised its horribly swollen. no wonder it hurts when i walk. i guess treshold for pain is so high that i simply ignore it. *look at my leg again now* okay, i shall just ignore and not look at it anymore. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow working night shift. yea baby! then i will have no job until thursday. so sad uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6486561096514170898?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6486561096514170898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6486561096514170898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/gay-couple.html' title='gay couple'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4496167723880614547</id><published>2011-04-01T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:24:19.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so tired</title><content type='html'>i am so tired! dislike morning shift! sigh. one more morning shift tomorrow. ahhh! then one night shift. not too sure about next week schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep early though its like 11.30pm only. goodnighttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4496167723880614547?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4496167723880614547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4496167723880614547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-so-tired.html' title='i am so tired'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4856967335233755028</id><published>2011-03-31T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:28:34.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time heal all wound</title><content type='html'>one good thing i realise about a non busy life is that it gives you time to think. and i think alot about life. the tone is getting serious. lets add a lol. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i think time is a great thing. heard of 'time heal all wound', 'time is precious', 'time is money' (and money rocks!) you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about time heal all wound, i ever read about this person (theres more than 1 such person in this world) that can remember every single event of her life. she can remember the date of whatever happen, the weather and details about that day. but then shes no study genius, surprisingly. but she said its a burden. its like when you mention carpark, she can recall every single lot that she parked before in her entire life. she say the flashing memory is uncontrollable and kinda tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad i don't have such memory. i forget things, memory. sometimes not entirely but it'll fade with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got work. gotta sleep. night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4856967335233755028?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4856967335233755028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4856967335233755028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-heal-all-wound.html' title='time heal all wound'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-7183380668281374615</id><published>2011-03-29T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:42:26.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie marathon</title><content type='html'>my first movie marathon with yishen and leon!! it was a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, watched diary of wimpy kid, follow by big mama then went dinner at fish market manhattan (spelling?), its like a fish and co restaurant. after dinner, continue with the movie suckerpunch. i was pleasantly surprised by suckerpunch because i thought it would be lame and retarded or soemthing but it turn out to be something ELSE. kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we three also spent quite some time talking. talking is nice. after losing touch with people (because of work and 'own' life), its feels good to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, it was a great day. thanks to leon who planned it. and yishen for attending it. ahaha. feel so happy now. then again, tomorrow its gonna be a stay- at- home- and- couch- infront- of- tv- couchpotato- day. sad face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-7183380668281374615?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7183380668281374615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7183380668281374615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/movie-marathon.html' title='movie marathon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1702783340052986241</id><published>2011-03-27T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:03:43.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family day out</title><content type='html'>went for family dinner at sushi tei. i am not anti-jap food. i believe in singapore's import food security and checks. and infact, i think people should eat more jap food so that it boost their economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have some time, so i wann post pictures of my family. firstly, my companion/boyfriend/bestfriend: YOYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D17lIgKwNUk/TY9czMFzVSI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/pwHXQDtgGRk/s1600/IMAGE003%25280%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D17lIgKwNUk/TY9czMFzVSI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/pwHXQDtgGRk/s320/IMAGE003%25280%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588787697078719778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have the newest photo of him in my laptop at this moment. so i dug up an old and cute photo of him. its hard to take picture of him because he will run away from all the electronic devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the two people who brought me to this world (below photos all taken today): DAD and MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDK_1Iqh6Mc/TY9cyDLY7mI/AAAAAAAAAtI/_lub6P0USaw/s1600/188699_10150119282735847_720875846_6525737_3743765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDK_1Iqh6Mc/TY9cyDLY7mI/AAAAAAAAAtI/_lub6P0USaw/s320/188699_10150119282735847_720875846_6525737_3743765_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588787677506367074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my JIE JIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSZhBWb9PlU/TY9cxqqowUI/AAAAAAAAAtA/TIV81Cus0Zc/s1600/195932_10150119280755847_720875846_6525721_5170467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSZhBWb9PlU/TY9cxqqowUI/AAAAAAAAAtA/TIV81Cus0Zc/s320/195932_10150119280755847_720875846_6525721_5170467_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588787670926541122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ME (i look so dreamy because of some cam effect. i like it. cannot see clearly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kU-OoKA2JOE/TY9cxR5DiBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/QQZM7gGBe7E/s1600/196020_10150119280915847_720875846_6525722_5393730_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kU-OoKA2JOE/TY9cxR5DiBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/QQZM7gGBe7E/s320/196020_10150119280915847_720875846_6525722_5393730_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588787664276129810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my MEI MEI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72PRsMb6O-0/TY9cw1eBO1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/pnnNRJM2aRw/s1600/199572_10150119280320847_720875846_6525718_644000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72PRsMb6O-0/TY9cw1eBO1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/pnnNRJM2aRw/s320/199572_10150119280320847_720875846_6525718_644000_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588787656646540114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after dinner at sushi tei, met up with 1909 for dinner again, at fish and co. i ate only a cheesecake. and i am so sorry, the birthday surprises and whatever was screwed up because of that slice of cake. the waitress actually brought out a slice of cake that i ordered as sabrina's birthday cake when we have a birthday cake in their fridge already. fail, but rather memorable. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, gonna movie marathon with leon and yishen. watching whimpy kid, suckerpunch and big mama. i want watch big mama the most and suckerpunch the least. but ah well, anything will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, kinda missed swimming after my sherry lover brought it up. but ah, fate! next time bah. and suddenly i feel like having a party where i can invite all my friends for some gathering. maybe during my 21st brithday. a chalet? maybe not. lol. i am not a celebratory person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the point about my holiday. i like it when its like now, filled with meaningful activity. it'll be more meaningful if it involve some community service. and yea! i remember soemthing. i wanna donate blood soon. anybody care to join me? xueshen? but you going overseas soon uh. but it may be the last time i can donate, if i faint off again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to watch disney channel! its sonny with a chance now. byeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1702783340052986241?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1702783340052986241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1702783340052986241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/family-day-out.html' title='family day out'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-D17lIgKwNUk/TY9czMFzVSI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/pwHXQDtgGRk/s72-c/IMAGE003%25280%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4864958216539474835</id><published>2011-03-27T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T02:51:23.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>earth hour</title><content type='html'>went thru earth hour at work today. haha. i let out a short scream when the lights suddenly went off. lol. and having earth hour during work is a worse time ever because my kitchen area like so dark and i had a little trouble seeing some stuff as i only have one light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a busy day. my leg ached. and my head was kinda giddy. don't know why though. i sure hope i didn't leave a mess when i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. tired. byeee. hope got family lunch tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4864958216539474835?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4864958216539474835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4864958216539474835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-hour.html' title='earth hour'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4786068393072858623</id><published>2011-03-24T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:32:20.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break</title><content type='html'>feel like a lump of fats whenever i am at home resting and not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, went to supermarket shopping with mom and dad. and the receipt was long like toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, went to tampines with mom to walk walk awhile. on the train today, i heard some school boys talking about handphone being confiscated by teacher. he mentioned,"unseen and unheard mah". i immediately turn around and realised they are from chungcheng. it was so 'awww'. i mean this phrase, 'unseen and unheard' existed since i was in chungcheng. its was so insignificant then but its so deeply etched in my mind. all our (cchms people's) mind, infact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomomorrow going grandma house and eat her cooking. shes a great cook. i don't know, but i liked the whatever she cook even if its the simplest thing like ban mian, or pizza, or mee siam (i am eating mee siam tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, did i mention i am so bored sometimes, that i like to google and youtube on FOOD, especially cupcakes and muffin and cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my new favourite tv show: RUGRATS! its time! byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4786068393072858623?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4786068393072858623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4786068393072858623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/break.html' title='break'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-3313253786848191578</id><published>2011-03-22T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T03:19:46.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest marathon</title><content type='html'>whee!! gonna have marathogn starting tomorrow. now working marathon. resting marathon! yay! shall watch a movie if i can. and go shopping for yoyo's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for ntu accountancy interview. okay. i admit, it was screwed. remember i said i don't screw up interview? haha. this time, i think i screwed because 1) i don't have strong interest in that 2) didn't expect an interview to come up 3) i know nothing about accountancy. NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lets ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay rest! and i am sooo hungry right now. grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-3313253786848191578?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3313253786848191578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3313253786848191578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/rest-marathon.html' title='rest marathon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4594275242979683305</id><published>2011-03-19T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:15:04.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people wait a life time for a moment like this</title><content type='html'>today was a bad start that turns out right in the end. me weiting and jasme woke up in a early morning when sun just rose and travelled all the way to vivocity. took the tram and reached the universal studio entrance at about 9am plus. gosh. so early. we wait for hours, sitting down and eating chocolates, for rachelle and lingxiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, at 11am plus, they reached but we changed our mind about going universal studio because of the crowd and the time wasted. the atmosphere was pretty heavy and we went to have lunch. luckily, the lunch was okay, not lousy, brought up the mood a little. listened to lingxiang's horror and slack story. that cheered people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, went to katong area and had desserts. and i discover this pretty nice drink stall. later, went to teoheng and sing. it was awesome! everyone was happy. sang/listen to mostly english song. the mv are either so sexual or saddist or stupid (some random people and random building thats not the orignal mv) haha. quite funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after teoheng, walk over to 'everything with fries' to have dinner. the food not bad, and its not too expensive! i wanted to try their nutella dessert but too full. and i quite regret i didn't. they looked so yummy! weiting left us after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, went to udders to have desserts again. we are like some heartbroken people binging on desserts. the icecream flavours were special. after eating, we simply sat there and chat but mostly reminiscing the days in chungcheng for hours. as i once said, if you really want to talk about the good time in chungcheng, you can never finish within a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally home sweet home. feel so tired. and fat. i want go gorge my throat. just kidding! tomorrow working. happy and sad. happy because got money. sad because i don't get to go out and eat good food. i realise, whenever i work, the meal i eat at home, usually homecook food, is my first, last and only meal of the day. so i get kinda sad i only eat once again, and hence the strong crave for nice food outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about nice food, i satisfy quite abit of my craving for soem food. i recently ate macaroni cheese from new york new york. it was disappointing. i think they too busy or what then forget add cream sauce. sighhh. today's everythign with fries de cheeseburger not bad but not as awesome as one that i ate before at somewhere which i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i guess there won't be nice food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SZEZHIN! niights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4594275242979683305?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4594275242979683305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4594275242979683305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-people-wait-life-time-for-moment.html' title='some people wait a life time for a moment like this'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-2784432684248217456</id><published>2011-03-18T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:46:04.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nolstalgia</title><content type='html'>feeling nostalgic. i miss chungcheng, my classmates, my teacher, my everyday life and everyday item there, everybody and everything. i could talk about the things i missed for three days three night. so i shan't get started. i wish i could turn back time, maybe just a day to re-live chungcheng life. uni won't be as fun as back then. but i am still looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel so scared. i liked my current life. and i am afraid i will lose it someday. these 19 years of my life, it had been near perfect. i have a complete family, no financial burden, good relationship with my parents, a cute loving dog, not popular but enought quality friends, not outstandingly stunning beauty but i have no major facial defects, all my 4 grandparents still healthy, never felt pain of losing loved ones, never experience near death experience or life trauma (i understand my emotional trauma is just a small part of life). the better my life, the more insecure i feel. i know i just sound so over-worrisome right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few months of holiday was an eye-opener, soul-clensing, mind-clearing, life-enlightening experience. with time to work, i learnt human scheming mind, back stabbing, gossipping and hardship. with time to think thru life ( i like doing that), i feel all grown up, almost, and shoulders getting heavier with increased responsibilty. with the need to apply for uni, i realise i am still indecisive of future. i have a direction, but not a very distinctly clear one. i don't know what i want to do in future, or i am afraid of future. not the near-futrue, the many years down the road kind. with time for outing and meet-up, i start feeling nostalgic, the warmth feelign of seeing old friend and knowing that there is people there for you. also, looking at everyone else growing thru life during this holiday, ns or work, i have this 'awwww' feeling. randomly, when i scan thru facebook and come across recent photo of an old friend, i will stop, click on it and admire the picture for sometime and memories start flooding in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh, its only a quarter of my life and i already have so much stuff to look back. life is short? nah, its the longest damn thing i gone thru. whatever could be longer than life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-2784432684248217456?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2784432684248217456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2784432684248217456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/nolstalgia.html' title='nolstalgia'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4710515999733160298</id><published>2011-03-16T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T01:34:16.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uni application killing me</title><content type='html'>oh gosh, application to uni or anything is like sooooooooooo troublesome. luckily i didn't set my mind to apply over a overseas uni. or the procedure would be like double or something. i am glad my application stuff are almost done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whats worst than applying for uni is making payment to them. i am sooooo willing to pay them the $10. my method of payment is online master card thingy and alot of security stuff/ trouble occured. i have disable this disable that and download lots of application *gasps* that reminds me, i need to look thru my security web and re-enable some stuff incase hackers. and i already spend $20 using my mom's master card. lol. but if $20 gets me a good place in uni, its worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so arrgh/sighh now because i just FINALLY made payment to nus. and i emphasize on the word FINALLY. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got work. night shift. long time didnt have night shift. and after reading thru ms ho's post on facebook, i dont have the less sleep genes but i think my day and night body clock is shifted already. right now, i get to sleep most easily at about 4 to 5 am and only can wake up easily after 1 to 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna go relax now. the uni application thing is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4710515999733160298?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4710515999733160298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4710515999733160298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/uni-application-killing-me.html' title='uni application killing me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-575044783383530150</id><published>2011-03-14T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:11:12.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you never realise</title><content type='html'>people only start to cherish things when they are gone/almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so vexed a moment ago but i couldn't pin point the reason. but just a few minutes back, i realise why le. &lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow off day. i wanna go watch a movie. i want to live my holiday to fullest. fullest doesn't mean slog and work and 'no life'. i wanna work and have life. and i think i am doing it already. yay to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-575044783383530150?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/575044783383530150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/575044783383530150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-never-realise.html' title='you never realise'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-7010122343883756184</id><published>2011-03-13T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:09:48.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out for dinner just now. went to hawker centre all the way at thong bahru. ordered seafood, like chomp chomp style like that. we had, cold crab, sambal stingray, sambal sotong, sambal shellfish (sorry, dunno what shellfish), vege squid and oyster egg. are you drooling now? lol. long time never had good food le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow working again. morning shift. dislike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-7010122343883756184?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7010122343883756184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7010122343883756184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/went-out-for-dinner-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-859548168566307197</id><published>2011-03-13T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T00:48:59.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xueshen visit</title><content type='html'>xueshen came over my house to visit!! we chatted for awhile before we suddenly decided to bake. i wouldn't call it a success or fail. the cake was edible but not fantastic. haha. and there was lack of decorative tool. wanted make some cream and icing all that. next time lah. more planned baking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where did my beloved boys go today. no reply, no sms. i reckon two of them with their girlfriend and one of them working. i hope when szezhin, we can all go for outing and we can ask our da sao (alicia) and xiao sao (melissa) along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went parkway with mom to get addition food for dinner. she bought some kfc while i had my carls junior. nice food always tasted better at first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard that near my house, at katong mall or shopping centre, there will be cinema. oh my god! if it happens, i can invite people for sleepover and we can go for midnight movie ANYTIME. its walking distance from my house. and i can go for movies myself already. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i can choose to go nus open house, which is least likely to happen, or i can go out have fun. then is work break work work break break break. my life is so carefree and happy! but i am really awaiting uni life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about uni, i guess almost everyone is pondering what course to choose. i roughly decide on mine already. now working on the personal statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye, off to watch tv!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-859548168566307197?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/859548168566307197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/859548168566307197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/xueshen-visit.html' title='xueshen visit'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1949104699008851972</id><published>2011-03-11T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:48:52.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worlds ending?</title><content type='html'>natural disaster again! i heard from my meimei that an earthquake hit japan and it might cause tsunami. thats scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know whats more scary? my mom said the world is ending this year may 21. oh my god, a chill just went down my spine. are we gonna die soon? i don't want!! i only live about a quarter of my life only!!!!! panic panic!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1949104699008851972?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1949104699008851972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1949104699008851972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/worlds-ending.html' title='worlds ending?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-3279243809489064708</id><published>2011-03-10T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:08:26.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky</title><content type='html'>i met with alot of accident recently. starting from few days ago, i was being very absent minded. i don't know whats happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first accident was a car accident. i am not a inexperience driver (not that i am VERY experience), but then somehow that day, i wasn't concentrating and i drove into a wall. lol. who in the world drives into a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second accident was during work. okay, usually work got alot of accident. like breaking glasses and whatnots. but then today was a bigger-than-breaking-glass accident. when i am making coffee, the metal sieve like thing that contained coffee powder which i insert to the machine suddenly just eject and hot steaming coffee squirt out. the metal thing which was hard and heavy almost miss my foot. and the coffee, well, all over the place. happening at the same time when the metal thing fell off was two ceramic saucer that flew off the counter and smash on the floor beside me. as this accident took place when the bar was busy, didnt have time to pick up the broken piece, so i just walk in it. and i think some small bits went into my shoe. i felt the pricking but just continue to work because it was so busy. by the time i can clean up, i think i already 'walk off' the small bits. all i have to do is to pick up the big piece. and i need to empty the small bits from my shoe into the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some more accident but i can't remember anymore. is this a sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna work tomorrow. heard its gonna be busy. shall go sleep and get recharge. i was in a zombie like state today due to lack of sleep. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-3279243809489064708?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3279243809489064708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3279243809489064708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/unlucky.html' title='unlucky'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6207663529007415013</id><published>2011-03-06T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:18:02.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bought harry potter and half blood prince disc. its some china disc. but ah well, i won't keep watching it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost after getting result. and its especially irky when you miss 1.25 point to hit the criteria for your course. 1.25 means one grade up for any of my non A subject. so sad. but there wasn't any regret because i know i did my best without additional help (tuition, gazillion assessment books...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about additional help, i am not against tuition but then, honestly, i find it unfair. like, if you're not that good and you engage additional help, so part of your grades technically belongs to your tutition teacher. you don't exactly earn it all and hence exam is no longer a test of 'your' ability but rather a competition of how many more additional help you can get to increase your true ability, ain't it? no offence to people who have tutor. take it i am eating sour grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, future! i might wanna go overseas. uk sounds great. but i scared living alone and all that. and i am tinking studying overseas is less reputable than studying in singapore. need advice but very little of my family members went university. and even if there is, their interest different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy things: i am going to watch harry potter laterrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow off day too. wanna go watch movie if no dates. watch alone again. i think i am addicted to it. its not against the law to watch movie alone right? infact its great. you go as and when you like. last minute decision is fine. and you just watch any genre you like. carefree and easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6207663529007415013?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6207663529007415013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6207663529007415013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-bought-harry-potter-and-half-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-544517853196762844</id><published>2011-03-05T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:24:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alevel result</title><content type='html'>i got back my alevel results. i am okay with it. not sad but not too happy either. but ah well, it over. lets think of my future and perhaps lots of back up plans. plan b plan c. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. off to watch harry potter. tomorrow evening working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-544517853196762844?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/544517853196762844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/544517853196762844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/alevel-result.html' title='alevel result'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-7198490652153831</id><published>2011-03-04T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T02:43:59.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results tmr</title><content type='html'>getting my results tomorrow/later. i ain't feeling anythign yet. honestly, i know i am kinda screwed. now thinking of back up plans already. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go sleep. maybe waking up and go lunch out with people. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-7198490652153831?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7198490652153831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7198490652153831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/results-tmr.html' title='results tmr'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-2563078899173655434</id><published>2011-03-01T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T03:17:57.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suck cork machine</title><content type='html'>let me blog this before i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, the bar got a new machine that can remove oxygen from opened wine through a special cork so as to preserve the wine. and my colleague call it, the 'suck cork machine' which is literally true. this phrase was so etched in my mind that i kept remebering it when i see it and kept laughing. then, few days later, some manager level people came and they saw it and casually ask me what is that. i almost said 'suck cork machine'. hahah. but i didn't. i said something like 'its for the wine cork'. okay, seriously, the using the c word in anyway just sound so vulgar. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working tomorrrow all the way till thursday. then i get my result. aaaaahhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-2563078899173655434?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2563078899173655434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2563078899173655434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/suck-cork-machine.html' title='suck cork machine'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1788665409917228705</id><published>2011-02-27T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:24:34.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out to meritus mandrain to eat some ramen after work. work today was better than yesterday but definitely one of the worse among the normal days i have. in addition, there was problem with clock in. so i was paid less of 40 cents. plus previously 10 cents, four season hotel owe me altogether 50 cents! aha! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired. and got no tv show to watch. i wanna watch harry potter again. HAHA. currently watch rugrats. quite cute show though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye. night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1788665409917228705?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1788665409917228705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1788665409917228705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/went-out-to-meritus-mandrain-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-480712985889607356</id><published>2011-02-26T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:07:57.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>saturday tea time is the worse time to work man. all my colleague kept cursing f word when they come in. lol. but it was really tiring and busy. i was so dirty (covered with food) by the end of work. there was so much stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow working morning/afternoon shift. its sunday. i think will be more busy. and i realise, its another working marathon. and today is just day 1. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i cannot concentrate using the com anymore. shall go rest soon. byebye. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-480712985889607356?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/480712985889607356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/480712985889607356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6985053947966784459</id><published>2011-02-24T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:03:21.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>drove to jb this morning, there was mom and grandma in the car. it was a long long drive. i drove thru lots of highway and it was awesome to be travelling at high speed. haha! i tried my very best to drive carefully and steadily, well, there was an elderly and a naggy/screamy lady in my car. when i went into malaysia, wow, the traffic was horrific. the cars there don't follow rules. worse, today had some event and the officers sealed away some route. it resulted in me driving big rounds before reaching a very near place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my mom and grandma finish their document business stuff for dad, we went to eat bak kut teh (spelling?) taste so nice. honestly, wayyyy better than singapore's. then, we went to a mall and bought some stuff before head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! something interest. i bought coffee. and later, i realise the coffee is some special coffee containing ginseng and TONGKAT ALI. i later then learn that tongkat ali is some sort of viagra (sexual enhancement drugs for men?) LOL. oh my god. but i wasn't high lei. maybe too tired. infact, i didnt drive home from malaysia. my mom took over and i just fell asleep in the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, totally tired out. had pizza. i think i am growing old. i am growing to dislike macdonalds and pizza, like adult. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was called last minute to go work for tomorrow. hope i can go out with mom tomorrow before work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6985053947966784459?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6985053947966784459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6985053947966784459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/drove-to-jb-this-morning-there-was-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5505762023625245066</id><published>2011-02-23T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:44:10.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no strings attached</title><content type='html'>guess what i did??? haha. went to watch no string attached by myself! oh my god! lol. its was...weird. haha. and guess where i sat? on my right theres a couple. on my left were two girls. i won't exclude the possibility that they were lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, beside the being alone awkwardness, the sexual and explicit scene were so overwhelming. lol. feel so weird. i would look down, look up, pretend to drink my 100 plus. and i don't dare look to my right, which is the couple. i scared they start kissing or what, i might just puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting that aside, i wanted to watch the show so much, honestly, is mainly because of the balloon scene in the trailer. the guy is so cute, as in his action. he look quite cute and tall too. the show was quite nice. i always liked sweet love story. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what i am doing tomorrow? i am gonna drive to johor baru. yea. driving man! babe! lol. need early rest. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5505762023625245066?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5505762023625245066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5505762023625245066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-strings-attached.html' title='no strings attached'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5475453645886355998</id><published>2011-02-23T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T03:09:01.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is the day where true color are shown</title><content type='html'>today is the day where true color are shown. today was busy and you know, all the angst and anger and harshness. i got scolded for something which is not my fault. felt so so bad. even the restaurant guys detected my unhappiness. haha. my mood got better towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow my off day. shall go enjoy myself!!! byebye. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5475453645886355998?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5475453645886355998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5475453645886355998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-is-day-where-true-color-are-shown.html' title='today is the day where true color are shown'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1906904751022868750</id><published>2011-02-22T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:08:43.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i always take a uber long bus ride to work. and i absolutely hate two type of people. type 1, women who wears perfume. i don't know whats wrong with women perfume, or my nose, i feel suffocated when a lady wearing perfume sit near me. i really felt that my windpipe was blocked. had difficulty breathing. i am serious. type 2, people who talk loudly on phone or to friends. i emphasize LOUDLY. talking normally is fine. type 2 people are usually china chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a awesome supper just now. egg and bacon sandwich. lol. it was awesome when you're hungry and tired. these few days was pretty strange. it was dead quiet in the afternoon and then hell busy at night. people are coming out for a drink at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is my last day of working marathon. whoo! and i think my friends are accepted for the job. need more people. anybody up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go chillax and watch tv. currently watching kim possible. lol. byebye. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1906904751022868750?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1906904751022868750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1906904751022868750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-always-take-uber-long-bus-ride-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-3178690920328705226</id><published>2011-02-21T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T03:57:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is my friends interview. wish them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know alevel result coming out soon. feel rather nervous. i scared i get a screwed result then i cannot get into a good course. ahhh. then my future will be ruin and maybe i shall just work in four season for my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a nice family lunch at a seafood restaurant. my favourite steam fish would have been nice if only they didnt oversteam it. fried prawn noodle was nice. and talking about food, again, i am craving for good foooooooodddddddd. i wanna eat new york new york.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-3178690920328705226?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3178690920328705226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3178690920328705226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/work-work-work.html' title='work work work'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5438285520408440635</id><published>2011-02-20T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T02:31:59.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw my darling xueshen when waiting for bus 36. ahha!! so happy to see her!!!! somehow i think that short meeting did make my day. i was feeling happy all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, come to think of it, i think i will be working less when my friends get the job. i am not unhappy. but i think i will be very bored at home. lol. maybe i should get another job. i mean, do two job. hehe. see how ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my third day out of my six continuous working day. hooray. i am craving for mac and cheese, lasagne and cheeseburger now. hungryyyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5438285520408440635?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5438285520408440635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5438285520408440635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-saw-my-darling-xueshen-when-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4848445059766082024</id><published>2011-02-19T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T02:40:41.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to have amnesia.</title><content type='html'>i did a dangerous thing today. i ate the candy which the taxi uncle who drove me home today offered to me. ahaha. actually, i wasn't aware its not safe until i poped it in my mouth. but i still ate it anyway and nothing happened to me. lol. moral of story, trust stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday i am gonna have 3 or 4 friends interviewing. i hope they can successfully be hired! haha. anyone last minute wanna go interview too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting fat and thin at the same time. why? because while the waist band of my working pants get looser (is there such word?) and i need to tighten my belt more and more, the same working pant is getting hugging at my hip/ thigh area. so what. am i getting curvier? LOL. and my face. some say fatter some say thinner le. what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random thought, i would like to have amnesia. i wonder how it feels. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4848445059766082024?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4848445059766082024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4848445059766082024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-to-have-amesia.html' title='i want to have amnesia.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6252370754326292858</id><published>2011-02-16T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:23:50.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice caramel latte</title><content type='html'>went to work and i accidentally spill ice caramel latte on myself. i smell so nice for the rest of the day. haha. but sticky and disgusting of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WANT TO WORK AT FOUR SEASONS HOTEL BAR? make coffee and tea (a barista, for a nice name), polish cutlery, bring used plates to stewarding area (no need wash), pantry stuff. CONTACT ME NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6252370754326292858?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6252370754326292858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6252370754326292858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/ice-caramel-latte.html' title='ice caramel latte'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-7631488086156264064</id><published>2011-02-14T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:58:04.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is valentine's day. boohoo. i'hv spent my entire life's valentine alone. so sad. on the bright side, i got an off day for valentine. yay. date me people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so hungry. talking about hunger, everyone is getting thinner. i feel so fat. why is it that people can successfully become thinner while i can't. another sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got addicted to restaurant city in facebook. i like decorating it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright off to relax. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-7631488086156264064?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7631488086156264064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7631488086156264064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-is-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-2025805723228708368</id><published>2011-02-12T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:00:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to ms ho house after going MOM then nex with my mom. arrived at tanah merah half and hour early. bad choice. i should have went home then go there and go late. haha. most of them late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms ho house is so pretty and big. haha. so unlike my house. so messy. i like houses which are clean. not in the sense 'not dirty' but the clean cut feeling. haha. i don't know lah. and i noticed her porch pillar is my 'dream' pillar. lol. i remember always using that kind of pillar when i playing sims. hahha. and i like carpet. but my mom won't put carpet because hard to clean. and she got spiral staircase. like castle. haha. so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a similiar layout between ms ho and my house. i mean the part where theres two door side by side, just beside the stair case. just that her kitchen and the other don't know what room is swopped. i think because my house lean on left side, hers on right? mirror image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go support lover for the mass eating apple/mass hugging event at orchard. but i cannot promise her because my mom likes to hogs onto me whenever i am not working. hope i can surprise her on one of the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i am hooked to this show call fringe on channel 5. quite a nice show and it starts half an hour later. off to watch. tata! (sound bimbo-ish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-2025805723228708368?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2025805723228708368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2025805723228708368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/went-to-ms-ho-house-after-going-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6487818263525132627</id><published>2011-02-10T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:25:56.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom has got a facebook</title><content type='html'>hey yo! my mom just created facebook. cool right? haha. but facebook is having some technical difficulties. i hope it'll be fixed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings bugging me and i don't know what it is. i am stressed out by something but i don't know what it is. so stressed until i missed my period. or maybe i am stressed that my period didn't come. okay, too much info. lol. scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow off day. i really really wanna go run. i feel fat from binging  on chinese new year food. i just fell in love with it recently. you  know, all these years, i never really liked those crackers, cookies and  biscuit. i just eat a few piece for the whole cny. recently or rather this year, not sure if its influence from work, i like to munch  on snack (i munch alot during work) i need to go run. run. run. run. though i know running for two days won't help, it just makes me feel that i shed that extra fats from eating cny snack. just a consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe going shopping with mom. besides a nerdy school girl (my sisters said that), i think i am quite a homely girl. i like to spent time with family and mop around the house doing nothing. or you can call that lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*look at clock and realise its 0030hrs* shiiiiiit. lol. i just missed my disneychannel show, sonny with a chance. don't judge me. i have nothing better to do nowadays. so i am forcing myself to watch tv. i feel like watch harry potter, again. but my dvd sucks. china good. but its from reputable poh kim (i thought). poh kim cheat my feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh, i am just typing away without thinnking. quite aimless without anything much to do. maybe i should get 2 jobs! yea! i can go kumon and work with my sis who is a marker over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall watch tv and mop around. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6487818263525132627?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6487818263525132627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6487818263525132627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-mom-has-got-facebook.html' title='my mom has got a facebook'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-2408750814194640164</id><published>2011-02-07T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:41:01.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finish invoices</title><content type='html'>my supervisor suddenly call me and ask me work tomorrow evening. an hour ago, she changed her mind and ask me worked in the morning. i know weiting and gang gonna scold me for being so submissive. but actually i also got nothing to do, so just help people out lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside lunching outside, i stayed at home and fiished up the invoices. i done all the accounting stuff le! haha. yea. so proud of myself. and my sis com, which is the com i used to do all the things, is like so screwed up. i foresee a new computer in my house soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beginning to feel the emptiness of not going to school. i miss school. some people would say they missed only the people and not studying blah. for me, i miss all of it. i miss the studying part and the goofing around part. i feel slow and retarded not working my brain out. but i can 'relive' that in later years. the social part of school life won't happen anymore because uni school life is a different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley and lingxiang going ns tomorrow. i wish them goodluck and all the best. take care boys! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-2408750814194640164?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2408750814194640164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2408750814194640164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/finish-invoices.html' title='finish invoices'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-8509667955492459045</id><published>2011-02-07T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T03:00:31.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working</title><content type='html'>finally work after my cny break. it was a;lright. and my next working date is coming sunday. means i one whole week free like don't know what. shall go out and also must remember to exercise to burn off whatever is gained during cny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date me people. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sleepy le. wanna go rest. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-8509667955492459045?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8509667955492459045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8509667955492459045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/working.html' title='working'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-992858273903269608</id><published>2011-02-06T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:01:50.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chu san. was house hopping. started with my house, which they were all late. then after awhile, went over to jiaming's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think jiaming's house the most fun one. he got wonder food crop and plantation. SERIOUSLY. sunflower, pretty bright flowers, cherry blossom, cucumber, sweet pea, morning glory, wintermelon, chilli, pandan, lime, coconut, promegranade (spelling?) his house like exhibition. if it wasn't for house hopping, i think staying at jiaming house for whole day is no prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next went over to yaoxiang house sit sit awhile. then went over to jac's place. jack's place, lol. we spent more time downstairs than upstairs. went up sit sit while too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left the house hopping after jac's house because needa rush back. then i think they went to yunqi's place, then beatrice, then to kathy. i want to go yunqi and kathy's house so so so much! cuz i never go before. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after parting with them, went home and was tired like mad. waited awhile before going to toa payoh to god bro house. some god bro whom i am not close to, but my dad gives a $200 ang bao. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, then eat eat smile smile then went to watch movie, i love hong kong. i strongly recommend this over singapore's home coming. although i sit until butt pain today, but the movie is so much nicer and well done. i want to watch its a great great world. but i guess no chance because its so popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow, going to meet sf at nex for lunch then mahjong. i should consider going off for work after the lunch. lol. sigh, work. but i hope my pay is raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for the day. wanna go sleep. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-992858273903269608?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/992858273903269608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/992858273903269608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/chu-san.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4936887011922981298</id><published>2011-02-04T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:48:00.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny day 2</title><content type='html'>cny day 2. spent the whole day at my maternal grandma house. just mahjong, sleep, and walked around at heartland more. today was more tiring than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, there will be house hopping with my 1909 classmates, and maybe going to walk around chun dao he pan. then at night going my not-so-close god-bro house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny is "ending" soon. back to work. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4936887011922981298?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4936887011922981298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4936887011922981298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-day-2.html' title='cny day 2'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-421249170375508428</id><published>2011-02-03T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:10:48.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy cny people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chu xi dinner was not as nice last time. and i got a cut on my finger unknowingly. and tomorrow, my ah ma and ye ye won't be at home because they going overseas. and tomorrow also not going esplanade. so theres like no plan tomorrow. so empty so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the look of it, it seems like this year cny isn't that great. but then, on the contrary, i feel so optimistic for this year. well, lets just hope my intuition is right. for now, i shall relax and enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-421249170375508428?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/421249170375508428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/421249170375508428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-cny-people-my-chu-xi-dinner-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5547781904894776509</id><published>2011-02-01T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:04:22.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its like shopping, spring cleaning, shopping, spring cleaning these few days. i helped mom was the outside floor wash until my finger and toe rot from the strong cleaning agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stack up all the new year goodie on the table. looks good now. my house is ready for chinese new year already. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is chinese new year eve! looking forward! byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5547781904894776509?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5547781904894776509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5547781904894776509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-like-shopping-spring-cleaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5555069281833505856</id><published>2011-01-31T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:00:05.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday sis! went to eat her favourite korean food. ate lotsa meat, well, thats what korea is famous for, bbq meat. after eating went parkway to buy some new year goodie. buy until $80 worth of new year mua chee, peanuts and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home, fetch my mei mei and off to tampines to shopp again. my mom abit strange this year. she keep wanna go buy clothes. usually she don't want buy then its we force her de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow yoyo going grooming for chinese new year. new hair cut. yay! lol. gonna force him wear some clothes on cny. just for awhile. i know he hates it. well, i guess all dog hates it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna arrange new year goodie le. come to think of it, its eve of eve of eve tomorrow. chinese new year starting soon. looking forward but i guess it will like any other year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently its so cold. and my house heater like spoil or frozen. i am freezing to death from bathing. i feel like doing what the olden days people does, boil water and put in the tub. or like mr bean, put candle under the tub. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go watch tv and waste my life off. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5555069281833505856?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5555069281833505856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5555069281833505856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-sis-went-to-eat-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6023994629507827075</id><published>2011-01-31T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:59:22.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with 7 things today. was stranded at cityhall for quite some time then later lingxiang came and pick me up. wanted to go timbre but didn't go in the end because got alot of scary people waiting outside the door. so we decided to change place. went to to this ulu place and dined at dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food not bad lah. ate lasagne. pizza hut lasagne still the best, seriously. lol. at the end of the meal, i was locked in the toilet by jasme seah. actually they secretly surprised us with a cake. haha. it was totally unexpected. so it was a success! haha. thanks people! it was a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow may be going out. i still craving for mac and cheese and beef burger. i hope there will be a good meal out tomorrow, either for my sis birthday or outing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6023994629507827075?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6023994629507827075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6023994629507827075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/went-out-with-7-things-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5959075498144197787</id><published>2011-01-30T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:50:30.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was asked to go work like 4 hours before start of work. and i agreed to help out since i know they lack of people. actually i also felt quite lazy and fat so i went work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am craving for mac 'N' cheese, beef burger and beef lasagne. ahhhhhh. drooling liao. tomorrow got two dates and happening at same time. i think i will be going to one only. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a pretty cold day. brrrr. byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5959075498144197787?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5959075498144197787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5959075498144197787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/was-asked-to-go-work-like-4-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-7879816068152414216</id><published>2011-01-29T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:32:15.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its my work break. well, self declared holiday from work. lol. no work makes me...hungry. i don't even feel hungry at work. its either i snack too much there or i smell wine and smoke too much that it killed my appetite. i just hope i don't get fat from not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tampinese today. and i bought more clothes though i didn't expect to. one dress and one pair of jean. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow gonna help with some housework. night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-7879816068152414216?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7879816068152414216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7879816068152414216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-my-work-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-3063092203124079729</id><published>2011-01-28T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T02:50:52.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'last' day of work</title><content type='html'>today is my 'last' day of work. my next working shall be after new year. which means i am free for dating! ask me out people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beginning to love work. not that i didn't like it at first. now, i begin to LOVE it. haha. looking forward to work each time. yay work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go rest soon. tomorrow going cny shopping. and sunday i got two dates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-3063092203124079729?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3063092203124079729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3063092203124079729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-day-of-work.html' title='&apos;last&apos; day of work'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-8137686737659190586</id><published>2011-01-25T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:23:16.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must quikcly blog before i forgot. i finally remember what i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw jacjac at century the day i went shopping! haha. i didnt realise i was in century square and i also forgot the fact that she worked there. and i had been shopping near the customer service for hours! lololol. its was jac who spotted me. she looked different. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats all. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-8137686737659190586?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8137686737659190586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8137686737659190586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-must-quikcly-blog-before-i-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4362675229419229080</id><published>2011-01-24T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:14:28.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yess!!! finally bought my new year shoe le. and as i was shopping, i was mistaken to be a secondary school kid. even my work place people keep asking me how come i don't need to go school. then when i say i waiting for result, their first reaction, "olevel ah?" i will always reply "i going uni soon le"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i successfully make a cup of latte with a leaf pattern foam on top, symbolising four season. lol. nobody taught me, i just tried and it worked! i wished i took a photo. it was so pretty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembber i wanted say something but i keep forgetting. i thinnk working made my brain stagnant. i become stupid le. sad. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever, byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4362675229419229080?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4362675229419229080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4362675229419229080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/yess-finally-bought-my-new-year-shoe-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6056015170649364295</id><published>2011-01-23T02:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T03:01:19.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work the whole day today and stood for 13 hours straigh. whoo! pain! i think my calf super muscular le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was super tired, when i got home, i suddenly got the emo emo feel, like i just went thru war. i hugged yoyo and he seems to know i am upset and he just laid his head on my arm. awwww. at that moment, i totally felt melted. my pain and tiredness was gone for a moment. seriously. power of love man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after one rest day tomorrow or today, gonna work four days straight, then i shall take a one week break for cny. yay! but actually cny no longer as exciting as it was last time when we were young. i feel old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are tired. shall go sleep le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6056015170649364295?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6056015170649364295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6056015170649364295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/work-whole-day-today-and-stood-for-13.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-4560296845704980205</id><published>2011-01-22T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:39:45.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am gonna get pay raise! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about work, i pity a friend of mine (i scared you don't want to be mention) who is teaching at kwong hwa primary. good school but lotsa trouble. and she told me she teach maths and music?! maths is rather normal but teach music?! lol. well, i am quite glad my job is face teapots and cups and coffee and not people, especially a big bunch of kiddos. but i would love to try. who knows? maybe kids like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow working whole day. gonna be tired. shall sleep soon. night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-4560296845704980205?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4560296845704980205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/4560296845704980205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-gonna-get-pay-raise-yay-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-7980623221386894969</id><published>2011-01-20T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T02:31:10.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothingness</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i feel that i am like destined to fail/fall in life. no matter how much i give in/ care for/ do things for people, i never seem to get back the amount, if at all. not that i feel everything must have a return, but at the least, i just want to be appreciated. everything i gave out tend get flush down into nothingness. why? maybe i should be less giving towards others, afterall, without me, theres not much difference in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-7980623221386894969?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7980623221386894969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/7980623221386894969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/nothingness.html' title='nothingness'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1759230744497582806</id><published>2011-01-18T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:53:29.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair makeover fail</title><content type='html'>hair makeover fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i went to the hairdresser today and got my hair dyed and cut. apparently, besides my mom who went with me, no one really notice a change in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fail 1: i dyed my hair copper red, without bleaching that kind. and the final color turns out to be my "natural" hair color because no one can tell i dyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fail 2: i cut my bangs like 2 cm shorter. no one noticed too. haha. maybe not long enough lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. conclusion of the day: hair makeover fails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1759230744497582806?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1759230744497582806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1759230744497582806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/hair-makeover-fail.html' title='hair makeover fail'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-3687538873317587280</id><published>2011-01-17T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:42:00.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a sagitarius?!</title><content type='html'>for those who didnt know, theres this new starsign. no longer 12. now its 13. and guess what? i am a saggitarius. i used to be a capricorn on 2010. should i say its a new start or just pure crap? heres the new dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES = APRIL 19 - MAY 13&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS = MAY 14 - JUNE 19&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI = JUNE 20 - JULY 20&lt;br /&gt;CANCER = JULY 21 - AUG 9&lt;br /&gt;LEO = AUGUST 10 - SEPTEMBER 15&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO = SEPTEMBER 16 - OCTOBER  30&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA = OCTOBER 31 - NOVEMBER  22&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO = NOVEMBER 23 - NOVEMBER  29&lt;br /&gt;OPHIUCHUS = NOVEMBER 30 - DECEMBER 17&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS = DECEMBER 18 - JANUARY 18&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN = JANUARY 19 - FEBRUARY 15&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS = FEBRUARY 16 - MARCH 11&lt;br /&gt;PISCES = MARCH 12 - APRIL 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-3687538873317587280?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3687538873317587280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3687538873317587280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-sagitarius.html' title='i am a sagitarius?!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-6898839410148909834</id><published>2011-01-17T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:11:37.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>after work, went out with weiting and jasme. actually i spotted a pair of shoe i wanted, but don't have my size. so saddddd. end up never buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to eat at nihon mura! ri ben chun (japanese village). the simplest teriyaki is surprisingly nicer than normal. but the cheesecake on the conveyor belt sucks. i think put outside too long le. not cold not hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk until leg ache. pain but happy. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a two day break. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch tv! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-6898839410148909834?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6898839410148909834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/6898839410148909834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-3310272528188261317</id><published>2011-01-16T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:46:08.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i go back in time</title><content type='html'>4it bbq! it wasn't a success due to the rain. sighhh. weather forecast lie to me. but it turn out rather okay in the end. we had fun and alot of catching up. next time, we should just have potluck. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got work. "morning" shift. lol. i mean the 11am to 6pm shift. "night" shift is from 6pm to 1am, which is not exactly night because its already morning. morning shift is not morning either. it stretched to the night and wayyyy past the afternoon. confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalie intro me a starhub job. $9 per hour. sit there answer call. attractive but i hate the idea of being tied down by work everyday, fixed time and most importantly, get fat. shall see how first bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides working, maybe going shopping? i am done with cny clothes le. but just wanna walk walk and see people. haha. i have no "friend" at work. well, friend to me define as person whom i can heart to heart talk and/or go crazy. i can do that with my colleague. they all not my age group and we don't have common topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go sleep and rest. goodnight. something random to ponder about: when is it okay to cheat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-3310272528188261317?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3310272528188261317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/3310272528188261317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wish-i-go-back-in-time.html' title='i wish i go back in time'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-9119707155841223483</id><published>2011-01-14T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:35:51.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be lying if i say that didnt hurt</title><content type='html'>after working, i feel that i have gotten a sneak peek of adulthood. i guess there won't be as much fun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;something is bugging me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, putting some unhappy things aside, tomorrow is 4it bbq! yay! this is the first time i organise a bbq, i think. hope tmr wont rain. and hope tomorrow will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate fish and co today. and i think parkway outlet de fish and co food getting worse and worse. even the passion fruit drink taste horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for cny, all i need is a pair of shoe and a jeans. cny is coming. is me getting older or is it that people are not widely celebrating this festive season anymore? i am feeling less of the atmosphere each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the rainy season now, i feel so gloomy and moody. sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go watch tv. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-9119707155841223483?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/9119707155841223483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/9119707155841223483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/ill-be-lying-if-i-say-that-didnt-hurt.html' title='i&apos;ll be lying if i say that didnt hurt'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-5796034284234870375</id><published>2011-01-13T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T03:58:31.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what has work done to me?!</title><content type='html'>what has work done to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning: the following is everything about my work. with no logical flow nor paragraphing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, besides the expected sore feet from prolong standing, my fingers are dry and cracky, probably due to too much washing hands and coffee stained. so my hands are now dry old and dirty. i feel so sorry for myself. lol. seriously. i feel that i am so kelian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working is so xin ku. and i am paid quite little. actually, my aunt offered me a sistic job. just listen to telephone and make booking. quite high pay lah. but then, i duno lei. i like moving around so i won't get fat during holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, theres a french guy working temporarily for few month due to some exchange program. not only hes funny and and talks with a heavy accent, what i admire him most is that he can make patterns on the cuppuccino foam. today i saw a heart shape. so cool uh. as for me, i can barely make the perfect foam that does not go flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making coffee made me learn about coffee. like latte and cuppuccino all start with a single expresso. macchiato is actually single expresso with foam, like a mini cuppucino. and theres americano, aka, diluted expresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides coffee, i also learn about tea! haha. personally i like the fruity ones like geisha blossom, orange passion oolong and tea with a light frangrance like 1837 green tea, 5 oclock tea aka english breakfast. i dislike caravan aka mint tea, spice route and every single type of earl grey (french earl grey, earl grey buddha etc) haha. let me show off by throwing in more names of a tea. geimaicha, sencha, white jasmine, chamomile. tadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and at work, i get to eat a little of what they have there. theres tea snacks like mini cake and bagel and sandwiches and daily stuff like edamame, bread, scones. and everyday i feel sooooo sinful throwing away uneaten bread, food and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food in hotel are really expensive. one glass of watermelon juice cost $15? lol. i can buy one crate of watermelon with that amount. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finger hurts from all twisting the towel dry and heat shock and cold shock. i scalded my hand when using hot water to make tea (not that serious lah) and iced my hand to numbness when soaking your refreshing cool face towel (appreciate and think of the person who numb his/her hand when rolling up your face towel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ladies! please wear lipstick that don't leave stain on rim of glasses. best if you don't wear lipstick at all or drink wine with a straw. i have a hard time polishing the glasses and cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please stop smoking because i inhale your whatever cigar, cigarette thats left on the ash tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hungry and tired. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-5796034284234870375?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5796034284234870375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/5796034284234870375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-has-work-done-to-me.html' title='what has work done to me?!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-8623261121939629080</id><published>2011-01-11T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T02:44:28.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>niceee</title><content type='html'>edward, i just saw your drifting and donut video. though its dangerous, i must admit, ITS SO COOL! lol. but i got no chance to be inside the car. next time take more video lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is such a nice working day. yay! goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-8623261121939629080?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8623261121939629080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8623261121939629080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/niceee.html' title='niceee'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-1179485074785315663</id><published>2011-01-10T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T03:06:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 19 to me</title><content type='html'>happy 19 to me. may my wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, it was quite eventful. on the 7jan, it began with a leo bbq at eastcoast. after that, cabbed to downtown chalet. then began my 1909 chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i reach there, they were all like stony and playing cards already. soon, it was sleeping time. shan't elaborate the interesting night. totally hilarious. i didn't really sleep well, until the last few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then morning, breakfast-ed and went ntuc shopping. back to the room, they were playing card. i don't know its because i didn't have enough blanklet or not enough sleep, i kept tearing and having a runny nose. went to nap comfortably alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, people had arrived at the chalet. helped out with the bbq. mainly starting the fire. i think i know how to start fire. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq food was awesome. thanks to jiaming. ms tay and ms wong came to the bbq. the teachers and the girls were saying, whoever get to marry jiaming would be lucky because he can cook. and yea, i love the food really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the birthday thing that happen. when it happened, i swear i got freaked out. by the sudden "HAPPY..." song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later helped abit to clean up. went to walk walk with naf and sherry. talked about lots of stuff. love heart to heart talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the room. people sleeping le. then i slept beside lover. maybe i was too tired. lover said i grabbed her three time and i did chewing action when i was sleeping. oops. don't know what else i did. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, breakfast at white sands and we went home. totally tired. but still went for family lunch and i went shopping. bought almost alllllll my cny clothes le. just need a new pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr work le. shall go rest. night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-1179485074785315663?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1179485074785315663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/1179485074785315663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-19-to-me.html' title='happy 19 to me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-8152978714178529545</id><published>2011-01-07T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:10:34.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet</title><content type='html'>going off to leo bod bbq then to 1909 chalet in one hour's time. wont be at home for the next three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry xueshen for the interview thing. i directly sms the manager le. lol. i have guts man. but no reply yet. actually, maybe you shoudl ask me more about the work first before you decide if you wanna take the job and go thru the painful process of interview blahhhh. come to think of it, i went to the interview twice too. first time i was also rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-8152978714178529545?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8152978714178529545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8152978714178529545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/chalet.html' title='chalet'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-8830635286692639906</id><published>2011-01-04T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:37:05.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thing</title><content type='html'>my dad finally completed (erm, almost complete) his teeth implantation thingy. now hes happier and more handsome. haha. really. when he smile got this beam coming from him. so radiance. hes happy, so am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later got work again. i realise they always make me overtime one. so bad. and my pay is $6 yesterday. so strange. i got three different amount of pay. got $6 $7 and $8 de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, WHO WANNA WORK AT FOUR SEASON HOTEL? i assure you its easy job. not tiring, for me. but pay wise, it might be $6 or $7 depending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno how long i wanna take this job, since the pay is unsatisfactory. haha. it seems like they are lacking people. so i should ask for a raise. lol. extortion during crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, gonna go work soon. byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-8830635286692639906?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8830635286692639906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/8830635286692639906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-thing.html' title='happy thing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-2555575642918122422</id><published>2011-01-04T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T02:37:45.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANYONE WANNA WORK AT FOUR SEASONS HOTEL? CONTACT ME NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-2555575642918122422?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2555575642918122422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2555575642918122422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/anyone-wanna-work-at-four-seasons-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523294381002587243.post-2136325513124193319</id><published>2011-01-02T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:02:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>random facts regarding 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i experience the first sunrise of 2011&lt;br /&gt;2) i made a wish during 00:00 (though i was wiping cutlery then)&lt;br /&gt;3) everything seems to be going well since start of 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eastcoast big splash area and ate korea bbq. my whole family of 5, ate like 2 plus kg of meat. lol. actually, we didnt finish. its a waste but then too full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a hapy day because i went to my work place to do some admin stuff. then angela wasn't at all angry at me for yesterday's work thingy. phew. and after checking certain stuff, it seems like my pay is $7 afterall. but not too sure yet. must work a few more days to confirm. yay! i love my work. tomorrow i am working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4it chalet thing is not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1909 chalet is coming. i wish i can drive. it'll be great. hahah. but i know i can't! saddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523294381002587243-2136325513124193319?l=andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2136325513124193319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523294381002587243/posts/default/2136325513124193319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlivehappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714329828727536275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
