<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508</id><updated>2011-07-09T01:16:57.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own paradise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-744122239719717334</id><published>2010-03-16T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:17:11.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura</title><content type='html'>Woots suddenly have the urge to blog. Hmm it's been awhile 5 months since I last blogged eh. Oh welll そんなの関係ねぇ ！！. In case anyone reading my blog wants to understand what I mean, go to youtube and search for "Yukio Kojima". Man that guy cracks me up. Dam hilarious, with his trademark poses and that killer 1 liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, time passes dam fast nowadays. Wake up brush teeth and it's soon to bed again. Well not that fast really but it still kinda flies. 1 moment sitting in dad's car going to school, next falling asleep in lessons, chatting abit here and there and it's nightfall suddenly. DAM!! Feels like there isn't much time around nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess if i don't actively take time off now and reflect on what I have done so far, where I have gone wrong, what I am doing right, where I am going from now on, who I may remotely miss. Time is just gonna just fly by and before I know it we would all have graduated and perhaps even saying our last goodbyes to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in case I never have the chance to, here's to all my good friends who stood by me, who helped me, and even though I may be a big f#$% bastard sometimes, still concerned about my well-being. (You know who you are, since you are reading the blog of some lazy guy who has not updated his blog for 5 long months ^^) I dedicate this song to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;桜 コブクロ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVERFzT8aHo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVERFzT8aHo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, it's in Japanese, so if you don't understand the lyrics... try to appreciate the melody and the beautifully choreographed music video instead. Many things have happened and many more will soon happen. Just know that I will always be there... when you don't need me, and when you need to find me... ahaha just 2 words, good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends Always ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-744122239719717334?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/744122239719717334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=744122239719717334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/744122239719717334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/744122239719717334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2010/03/sakura.html' title='Sakura'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6285791708979507734</id><published>2009-10-20T10:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:21:39.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 9 commandments</title><content type='html'>Woots its been a very long while since I blogged. Lols, guess my bad habit of laziness crept back in. Man, looking at my past blog entries, suddenly I realise.... I really miss Japan... Or rather more accurately I really miss the time I spent on exchange in school in Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just practically wake up everyday, smile on my face, exclaiming " oh what a beautiful day it is today!" looking all excited for class, for meeting up with my table tennis friends. Knowing that I can just about totally relax with them... =D. Though there were always some language problems during communication (I can't really speak good japanese &gt;.&lt;" ) they were patient and waited to listen to what I had to say... 2 ears and 1 mouth hor... If we look at what we have and assuming that more is better, shouldn't listening take priority over talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is why I like it over there. Sure the food is great, the weather is nice, great sakura trees, many places of attraction. But i guess the biggest plus point is that the friends all ovr there are very patient with me. Getting the sense that they really take some time to hear what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in sg... to be honest, there are always nice souls out there, people who really take time off to listen to understand.... Although sadly, i find many people here who likes to talk.. alot. Perhaps because more is better, being able to talk more gives the idea that one is better? (I also do have some controversial hypothesis on their self-esteem but am not going to do it here cos it will be probably be a tad nasty) Everyone seems to have the obession with being the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the best is definitely an admirable goal I must admit. It takes lots of hard work and sacrifices to be right there at the top. I respect them, because I probably won't be as strong willed as them, probably too biased towards relaxing and taking things easy than being under pain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, being the best is one thing... Getting there at the expense of others is another....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I really like when I was in Japan is how people always try to save face for others... In the sense that whenever I sprout out some nonsense (which being the dumbheaded guy I am I do it pretty often) the people around me, will gently correct me usually in an indirect way, first pointing out all the strengths of what i say, then quickly pointing out my error, and end off by continuing to praise my strengths... Lols, I really am thankful and admire how my friends can be so subtle about things even though many are just around 20 years of age... being the proud ass that I am, that really helps. Really need to learn that from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I do have some problems settling down back in sg so I decided to create some little rules for myself to adhere to. Hopefully whenever I am stressed by the surroundings this set of rules can help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Always count my blessings... Yes I do have alot and am very thankful for all of them =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Complaining sucks don't do it... I want to recreate what it feels like when I was in japan, complainfree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't ever preach... Cos I never liked to be preached to, so I don't want to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) No point explaining things to people who don't listen... Cos that would be a waste of breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If I can't get the desired results no matter how many times I tried, there's probably something wrong with how I approach whatever I am doing... Cos doing it wrongly infinite times still ends up wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) When things go wrong, never take the easy route of blaming others... Cos it's at least partly my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Learn from others' as much as possible... Cos knowledge is power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Everyone has something good about them, just takes time finding it... Cos we are all humans and I believe I have something good in me, however minscule that maybe &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do whatever I say... Cos I am preaching now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies this helped alot. Feeling much better now ^^... Will be writing again "soon"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6285791708979507734?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6285791708979507734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6285791708979507734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6285791708979507734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6285791708979507734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/10/adapting-back-to-sg.html' title='My 9 commandments'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7327964639192555009</id><published>2009-06-21T14:03:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:00:10.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamakura + Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3TX-aOYKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Di12O4v7Vh0/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349664341229461666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3TX-aOYKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Di12O4v7Vh0/s200/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3SPFrFgvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_Sbrl0W-BNg/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349663089048781554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3SPFrFgvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_Sbrl0W-BNg/s200/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14th Jun (Sun): Went to kamakura.Visited many Buddhist temples as well as the famous Big Buddha Statue there. Temples are freaking money suckers!!! Each temple visit costed 300yen. In sg, entering temples are free. Ain't buddhist teachings all about leaving human desires and preparing for otherworldly affairs. If so, could someone please explain why I had to pay 1200 yen to visit 4 temples.... shheeeesshh, I could have ate a nice ramen set topped with char siew and soft cream with that amount....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3SqjXGqHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xFg1FZM7ElY/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349663560874502258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3SqjXGqHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xFg1FZM7ElY/s200/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other than the expensive entrance fee however, Everything else were nice. The temples are very beautiful. Lush greeneries, colourful flowers, cool refreshing air. Above all, there's this peaceful serene feeling as we walked about the temple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3VXY2yD3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/rZkj9VfOirk/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349666530171948914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3VXY2yD3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/rZkj9VfOirk/s200/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;17th June: My BIRTHDAY, woots 24 years old already!! (can begin to feel the creaking and groaning sounds my joints make as I get up from bed) First time &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3VwekZWhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3tGV9lsaKYY/s1600-h/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349666961202174482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3VwekZWhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3tGV9lsaKYY/s200/IMG_0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;celebrating overseas. Woots after that went for overnight karaoke. Man am I shag. 9.30pm all thruu the night to 5am the next day. Not even a short nap. Just singing, frens singing, toilet, drinks, repeat.... Got back to the dorm around 7+am. Just in time for the 9am class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3Wht6Y4hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zNI4CuyCc_M/s1600-h/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349667807134540306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3Wht6Y4hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zNI4CuyCc_M/s200/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349671520415530418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3Z529kPbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hKxxqTkJRsQ/s200/IMG_0584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wanna thank Deborah, Samantha and Anthony for the lovely Melon cake they bought for my b day. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7327964639192555009?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7327964639192555009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7327964639192555009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7327964639192555009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7327964639192555009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/06/kamakura-birthday.html' title='Kamakura + Birthday'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5o_49GO1raU/Sj3TX-aOYKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Di12O4v7Vh0/s72-c/IMG_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6359673659000148226</id><published>2009-06-06T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:43:59.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>明日は最初と最後の試合</title><content type='html'>疲れた！！今日は卓球をたくさん練習したので、今は足や腕もちょっと痛いだ。つかれても、なんとなく嬉しいなあ。確かに今の自分の卓球術は下手で、明日の試合に勝つチャンスはぜんぜんないけど、、まあもう関係ない。もう一生懸命練習したし、卓球部員のアドビスもうおぼえたし、そして、明日来ないけど家で僕のためを応援する友もいるから。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;だから今は自分の力を信じる。明日相手はいくら強くても畏怖しない。勝つためしか考えない。絶対に諦めない。それは僕のやり方。頑張らなければならない約束は絶対に守るよ。（火。火）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;留学の時間は速すぎたなあ。もう６月か。後２ヶ月。。。しょがないなあ。しょがない。たくさん思いで作ったので、満足のはずだけど、今ぜんぜんそうは思っていない。たくさん思い出を作ったら、もっともっとたくさん思い出を作りたい。それでも、俺もよく知ってる。無理な願いはいくら思っても無理だ。だから無理なことを思わずに、できるだけもっともっといい思い出と絆を作っておく。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;よし、もう寝る時間だ。じゃねえ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6359673659000148226?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6359673659000148226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6359673659000148226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6359673659000148226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6359673659000148226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='明日は最初と最後の試合'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6398689167027285371</id><published>2009-06-02T22:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:26:24.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>明日は日本語の中間試験　（T.T）</title><content type='html'>疲れた！！！最近はとても忙しかったなあ。。。週末が卓球の試合もあったし、毎日毎日日本語の授業も３時間あるし、今夜も卓球の練習があった。休みたいよ！！ちょっと日本の色々な面白い場所へ旅行したい。日本へ来る前、留学するは長い夏休みだと思った。成績はよくなくても大丈夫だし、友達によると、一般の日本大学は自分の大学より授業がやさしいらしい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でもね、疲れても、何か喜んでいる。確か僕は暇のほういいと思うけど、I feel as though I have achieved something with my life. =D。（前の文は日本語ではちょっと無理なので。。。＝。＝”）いつも自分に言ってる、「昨日の自分より強く」。強くなりたかったら、頑張らなくちゃね。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明日は大変で恐い日だ！！日本語の中間試験だ！！！ぜんぜん勉強しないよ。テキストを見ると、すぐ頭が痛くなる！！大変なあ、大学生の生活は！！確かにきれいな女に日本語で話せるように、日本語を勉強しちゃう。だがテキストの単語はちょっと役に立たない＝。＝。いくら勉強しても、話す時はたくさん間違えた言葉ある。ラッキーなのは間違えた時は「親切な」友達いっぱいいるよ。冗談を言わずに、まじめにしゃべっても、「親切な」友達を急に笑わせると、きっともう一回言葉が間違えた。（T。T）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;じゃ最後。この間新しい単語を教えてもらった。この単語はとても便利だよ。いつでも、誰とでも使える。使うと、相手にたくさん感じをさせる。感じはいいかどうか知らないけど、きっと話は面白くなる。じゃ、言葉は。。。。「性病」だ！！！例えば、先生に聞く時、「先生、性病にかかったことある？」　きっと面白くなるよ。信じられなかったら、聞いてみて。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='明日は日本語の中間試験　（T.T）'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7525119198169573438</id><published>2009-05-31T22:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:48:36.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>あと二ヶ月</title><content type='html'>週末が終わるのは速い過ぎたなあ。。楽しんでいる時はいつもそんなに速く進むなあ。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;週末は卓球部の女性の試合が東大にあったので、応援しに行った。いつも、アニメやまんがから東大のことを習っても、日本に来てから、ぜんぜん行ったことなかった。だから、東大を見て、ちょっと気持ちよくなった。キャンパスは大きいよ、東外大より大きい。本屋も大きいし、建物も多いし、緑もたくさんある。だがちょっと古いと思う。体育馆もちょっと臭いにおいがしたから、やっぱり東外大のほうがいいと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;試合はすごくすごくよかった。女性の試合なのに、も面白かった。みんなもそんなに強いし、スマッシュも速いから、行って見てよかったな。ちょっと残念だけど、女性は負けちゃった。それでも、勝ったか負けたかは関係ないと思う。一番大切なのは、進歩したかと思う。しあい終わってから、みんなはきっと上手になった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本へ来てから、もう二ヶ月ぐらい。あと二ヶ月なあ。何か今心が痛いなあ。日本もっともっと好きになる。たくさんいい友達を作った。特に卓球部と一生にたくさんいい思い出を作った。だがしょがない。卒業に長くなくなるために、両親を心配しないために、帰国しないと。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来週、もう一回試合があって、今回俺も初めて出るので、今は何も考えないで、試合に勝てるように、卓球の練習ばかりするつもりだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;よし！！がんばるぜ！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7525119198169573438?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7525119198169573438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7525119198169573438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7525119198169573438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Nothing to do, my mind goes wild, thinking of many unecessary things... How time flies isn't it. 2 months... Been in Japan for 2 months already. The more I stay here, the more I don't feel like going back. Of course I miss my friends, miss the food back home, miss having my own personnal internet that is totally reliable and not like the slow, shitty unreliable internet here in my dorm. And yet, and yet.... I like my life as it is now. Freedom to be on my own, to do the things I like, to just stare out of the balcony at the lush green trees before me on a lazy sunday afternoon, not having to constantly worry about how "I should be wisely spending time my time" No stress at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about writing on a blog is that I wanna keep records of significant things happening in my life. Perhaps so that 3, 4 years down the road I could look back and say, "oh that was crazy of me" or "I was so dumb back then" and laugh at my own naive self.... Those were memories of me when I were young, if i don't remember them no one else would... If I don't treasure them, it ain't going to come back. I ain't going to have a chance to live my life over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet as much as i would love to pen down all my happenings, all my thoughts here on this blog, I can't and won't. It gets too personnal, too uncomforatable perhaps for the readers and for me. Some things are better left untold perhaps. It is better that way. Being an economics major, I unconsciously tend to think things through cost benefit analysis. Seeing pros and cons in doing anything and everything. Cons outweight the pros in tlaking about some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this much I would say. I believe every human being has an emotional side to themselves. Not revealing that side to others doesn't necessarily mean that they ain't emotional. In fact, it maybe totally opposite. They are so emotional and sensitive to others that they would bottle everything up inside of themselves, wearing a mask to hide their true feelings.... Actually just by being emotionless, it screams out so loudly that there is something inside, bottled up and hidden. Ever heard of the saying "silence has the loudest noise"? Well, it's the same with emotions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once asked friends this question, " would you prefer fake flowers that last for a lifetime or real flowers that only last for a while?" Opinions were varied. Some prefer not knowing the truth and basking in supposed happiness while others prefered it real even though it is short..... For me, I won't wanna receive any flowers cos I am a guy. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I am going to ask myself a similar question, " What would I do when I know there's something I really want but I know I may never get. Do I still go for it, nevermind the odds and pain? Or do I just meekly move on, as though I never knew about that thing at all. It is better for everyone that way isn't it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-2272941109047023176?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2272941109047023176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=2272941109047023176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2272941109047023176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2272941109047023176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/05/indecision.html' title='Indecision'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3886667991778872743</id><published>2009-05-20T13:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:26:44.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>共に</title><content type='html'>疲れた！！この間はあまり寝てなかったので、ちょっと眠いなあ。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;週末は男性の卓球の試合があったので、ちょっと時間がなくなった。試合に勝つために、男性たちが一生懸命に練習した。僕は初めて卓球クラブに入って、卓球がなかなか上手ではないので、試合で歓声しかできない。相手はすごく強くて、僕は何もできないから、がっかりした！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月曜日はもう一回カラオケに行った。友達とチューターと武蔵境のディープブルと言うカラオケ店で歌った。実はね、今まで、歌を歌うのが下手日本じんはまだ見てない。みんなは上手、すごくすごく上手！！日本歌や、韓国歌や英語歌などを歌った。残念がチューターたち歌った歌は知らなかった。いい音が聞こえたけど、意味がぜんぜんわかんねえ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;じゃ、最後。。。今大好きな音楽はコブクロの「永遠に共に」だ。 以下だ。楽しんで見て&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3zSmxWAvtM&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3zSmxWAvtM&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;共に歩き　共に探し　共に笑い　共に誓い&lt;br /&gt;共に感じ　共に選び　共に泣き　共に背負い&lt;br /&gt;共に抱き　共に迷い　共に築き　共に願い&lt;br /&gt;そんな日々を描きながら&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ぜひ。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3886667991778872743?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3886667991778872743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3886667991778872743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3886667991778872743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3886667991778872743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_20.html' title='共に'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1458226873940384382</id><published>2009-05-15T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:19:46.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>カラオケ</title><content type='html'>お久しぶり。最近、ちょっと忙しくなるので、ブログを書いておく時間がない。日本語はまだ上手にならないので、上手になるために、今日本語しか書かない。Too Bad If you don't understand Japanese... *Evil Laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今日は、日本へ来てから、初めてカラオケへ行った。日本語は下手でも、歌うのも下手でも、楽しかった。さまんさちゃんとアントニー君とミキチャンと一緒に行って歌った。女性たちのほう歌が上手けど、男のほう歌うのが面白かったと思った。＾。＾カラオケの部屋はシンガポール大体同じだし、部屋も大きくないけど、違うのはシンガポールより安い。３時間は４００円、多分７シンガポールドールぐらい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;英語歌もあって、日本歌も大体聴いたことないので、いつも英語歌を歌った。日本歌もやりたいけど、字を読むのはまだ遅いので、歌が早いと、わからなくてできない。でも、かっつんの「Real Face」　とカンジャニの「守りたい」とコブクロの「桜」を歌った。一番よかったのは、ミキちゃんが英語があまりできないけど、いっしょにCeline Dion の「My Heart will go on」と「Because you love me」を歌った。何か嬉しくなる。（笑）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月はもう一回カラオケに行く。今度はチューターとたちといっしょに。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌っている時は自分の気持ちが何かどうかを他の人に見せるのが信じるので、早く歌が上手になてほしい。時々言葉を使わずに、歌うほう易く君を感動させると思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いつか君を感動させたいよ。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1458226873940384382?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1458226873940384382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1458226873940384382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1458226873940384382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1458226873940384382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='カラオケ'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3296932495025227606</id><published>2009-04-29T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:53:51.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan woots</title><content type='html'>Woots I realise I always begin my blog entries with something like "it's been a long time since I last blog." so just for today I am not going to start with the same old boring sentene. LOLS.... I think I just did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just wanna say TUFS is great,or rather, I am starting to like living in Japan. F.R.E.E.D.O.M yeah that's the word to use basically, doing anything I want, anytime I want... And no upcoming exams for the moment to worry about, *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course thee downside of freedom... is I have to do everything myself, cook my meals, wash up, wash my clothes, dry them, fold them, keep them...... F#$% those takes up a whole lot of time.... and for some weird reason, my room likes to dirty itself pretty fast..... more cleaning up to do... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, just joined 2 clubs recently, the takkyuu club, aka ping pong club, aka table tennis club and sado club (as in green tea club not the sadoooooooo club, though if there were one here I would have joined that...) table tennis is fun, you get to hit balls anyway you like as long as it bounces off the table, and when I want to vent my anger, I can always try to smash the ball at the other player, saying I miss as an excuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sado club here is a little different from the one in NUS, different school of thought and som different steps. For one the okashiis are bigger and more varied, definitely fresher. Club members are like all gals, with 3 guys including me.... not that I mind of course LOLS.... the ratio is in my favour. But the language is a little bit of a problem here, actually its a massive problem... Sometimes, I feel like smacking them with a trout and roar, "WTF, you have learnt english for 6 years and you still can't understand what i am saying, dam" *poisonous fumes fuming out my mouth*.... but what i usually do instead is nod my head and smile.... Lols, I think I am getting the hang of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not going QB house for haircuts anymore.... It was cheap, dam cheap... 1000yen for a cut when the average is ard 4000yen? It is definitely cheap.... but Iwill never ever go back there again... the service was good..... but i am still definitely nott going back there... No wonder they can do it in 10minutes.... when usually my haircuts take closer to an hour.... F#$% I need a cap/hat till my hair grows back (&gt;.&lt;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, will update again, soon.... perhaps... (^.^)v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3296932495025227606?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3296932495025227606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3296932495025227606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3296932495025227606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3296932495025227606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/04/japan-woots.html' title='Japan woots'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6408156760124817263</id><published>2009-04-05T09:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:21:18.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went exploring various parts of Tokyo after coming back from the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgSUJII68I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Hu-vHfFECIk/s1600-h/asakusa_temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321023096994982850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgSUJII68I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Hu-vHfFECIk/s200/asakusa_temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asakusa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The temples are always crowded with people. Very lively and there are also many shops lined up in a row spreading across a few streets selling merchandise and souvenirs. There's a pretty cheap eatery somewhere opposite the temple selling ramen for only 380yen!! usually it costs closer to 500 yen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgS2v43thI/AAAAAAAAAH4/afQ5DIw8e0o/s1600-h/akiba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321023691515475474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgS2v43thI/AAAAAAAAAH4/afQ5DIw8e0o/s200/akiba.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akihabara &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woots this place is seriously for manga/anime lovers. Rows upon rows of manga, anime and anime figurines. The stores can be up to 6 floors with each floor specialising in different items, mangas, animes, figurines, collectable cards, other manga/anime/merchandise etc... Btw they are pretty liberal there. Adult stuffs can be like shown in broad daylight, albeit in a corner or bassement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Den Den Town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just beside akiba selling lots of electrical equipments, wires, batteries, pliers, chargers amp meters, etc... etc. Wanted to get a charger for my nokia phone there but theydon't seem to sell nokia chargers there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgUgBYT3yI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oiKYvHOfDio/s1600-h/ramen+store.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321025500097011490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgUgBYT3yI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oiKYvHOfDio/s200/ramen+store.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ueno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nice night markets,selling very cheap stuffs. Bought my black mizuno jacket there for only 1050 yen, around 16 sing? The clothes there are also very nice. Would be going again soon for their famous Ueno park to view sakuras. Captured on film, a bowl of automated chopstick moving ramen. I was dam freaking tempted to go into that store when I saw that chopstick moving up and down with a nice bowl of piping hot ramen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Finally... Fuchu Shi where my school is located.... *Drum rolls*..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will update in next post.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6408156760124817263?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6408156760124817263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6408156760124817263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6408156760124817263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6408156760124817263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/04/tokyo.html' title='Tokyo'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgSUJII68I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Hu-vHfFECIk/s72-c/asakusa_temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4911250740837473386</id><published>2009-04-05T08:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:07:12.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagoya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, some free time to blog. Man so busy the last few days... Going out, shopping, getting a phone, doing all those troublesome registration, eating good stuffs and ice-cream, more going out and meeting my very own "tutor" wahahaha. Tutor in the sense that she would be there like a buddy to help whenever there are things I am unsure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's get the previous stuff done with first. updating of my tour of Japan 1 week ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgD4H-IHkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A9uZLWQlAUY/s1600-h/nagoya+hot+spring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321007222485425730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgD4H-IHkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A9uZLWQlAUY/s200/nagoya+hot+spring.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nagoya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there by Shinkansen from Osaka the next day after the Kyoto trip. 1 word to descriibe Sinkansen, SHIOK. Its fast, there are heaters inside and I practically fell asleep once inside the train. No more waiting in the cold, enduring the biting winds while waiting for thee next futsu train to arrive. Of course it comes with a price, a hefty 5940 Yen which I could have used for so many other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Nagoya. Its a quiet little town (the place we went). Nice weather, clean environment, not as densely populated as Tokyo and also of course, cos my tutor stays there. From Nagoya JR station we walked for close to 20 min to reach our Ryokan/Onsen. Bloody long walk with my 8kg tatonka havesrack and my 20kg luggage. And it had looked so near on the map. F#$%. 1 thing I realise about Japan is that maps are good for finding places and getting directions but it is never a good guage of distance travelled. It can get worse when we get lost and have to backtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was all worth it once we reached the Ryokan, 大名古屋温泉. We got a nice big japanese style room just for ourselves complete &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgEByvf1SI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lZUPLRyowZQ/s1600-h/nagoya+onsen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321007388585612578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgEByvf1SI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lZUPLRyowZQ/s200/nagoya+onsen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with tatami mats, a scrol,l futons, yukatas. Then we went for the onsen. Woots just 1 word refreshing. the water is just hot enough. Lying there I feel as though all my troubles are washed away. I could practically just chill in there for a very long time. The onsen outside is evven more fantastic. The chilling wind hitting on my exposed upper half of the body and the hot water below is really an experience. Practially feeling hot aand cold at the same time. of course not forgetting the steam at the surface of the water blowing towards me. Very moisturising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its dinner time. Woots Dinner is really the highlight. being served like a 10 course meal, with appetisers, nabe, tempura, chawamushi, sashimi, rice, and desserts. Its like suddenly I feel like a king, spoilt for choice thinking of which food I should eatfirst. All looked temptingly delicious. Needless to say, it was the best meal I had in japan thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back towards Tokyo the next day. Sigh, I will miss Nagoya and osaka. Its time to start planning for another trip there soon. Wahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4911250740837473386?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4911250740837473386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4911250740837473386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4911250740837473386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4911250740837473386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/04/nagoya.html' title='Nagoya'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdgD4H-IHkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A9uZLWQlAUY/s72-c/nagoya+hot+spring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6937378639055029962</id><published>2009-03-31T07:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:21:46.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdFp-hds_pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OTg_ukYfgsY/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woots finally got some time left to update. Would be staying in the hotel for quite awhile today. need to do some laundry and some packing. Whew, needed to do something liddat. Hate going out. Dam! why must all their items be so brightly packaged, their okashis so yummylicious, their clothes so stylish. Why is akiba filled with rows after rows of manga and comics, not forgetting the countless gals in maid/sailor mooon/animal outfits handing out broucheres and doing their kawaii poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dam it is too dangerous to go outside. too tempting to spend money. Some thingsare just "wants" and others are real "needs". Should only spend on those that are necessary for me to survive here.... That includes that okashi being displayed at the train station, the stylish 2 layered white shirt outside that men's store . And of course, making frensis a need. What better way to make frens than to go to cafes for a chat... maid cafes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to serious stuff. Kinda deviated too much. Was supposed to update on my trip so far. Let's start with where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyoto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went the next day after Osaka. Took the JR normal (普通）train down tog with Qian Li, First stop, kiyomizutera temple 清水寺神社. The temple's pretty cool with many things to do. There's the standard "well" to wash hands with a ladle before drinking from the well, there's this buddhist statue where touching it is supposed to bring one luck. Some people practically molesting the pot bellied buddha, laying their hands all over. There's also this stone set in the middle of the pathway and if one is able to walk blindfolded from the starting point and walked straight into the stone, it is supposed to grant them luck in finding the one they like. Also apparantly hitting a nail into a doll replica of someone against a tree is supposed to bring them luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to the foot of the temple...its crazy the bazaar there. Rows after rows of shops selling very eyecatching, tempting food and various souveniors. Its better not to walkdown that street or to walk pretty fast down. NEVER ever go into any of the shops unless you need to. usually that's the time when impulse takes over. Rational thinking ceases to exist. The evil spirit of the shop beckons you to buy anything and everything in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to a dango/wagashi shop and got this for snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdFowvkYogI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dcxwtGHFeLg/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319147821513351682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdFowvkYogI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dcxwtGHFeLg/s200/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 2 bottom ones ar coated in sweet sauce. they tasted soft, sweet and yummy. The top one is coated with peanut. Salty yet nice. Some hot snacks after a long day out in the cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to go to Kinkakuji after that, but went too late. It closed at 6. This was our reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdFp-hds_pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OTg_ukYfgsY/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319149157757025938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdFp-hds_pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OTg_ukYfgsY/s200/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdFp2pGDD0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/LfjD6-12PG8/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319149022366338882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdFp2pGDD0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/LfjD6-12PG8/s200/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky though, there was a soft cream shop nearby. helped to ease the pain of missing out on kinkakuji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdFqxiQHNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SHfHNpJVCDg/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150034141787794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdFqxiQHNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SHfHNpJVCDg/s200/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next went to the castle that lights up at night. Nijo jo. Very nice atmosphere with trees and sakura. There was this one long stretch down that was covered with sakura trees on both sides and their branches above. Kinda like those drama shows where acouple would walk down that stretch, branches swaying, some maple leaves falling and its just 2 of them and no one else. Seemsunlikely to happen though. Japan is so densely populated there's people everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woots, so that's it for Kyoto. Would have wanted to spend more time thereif possible but time passes so fast when its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6937378639055029962?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6937378639055029962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6937378639055029962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6937378639055029962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6937378639055029962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/kyoto.html' title='Kyoto'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SdFowvkYogI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dcxwtGHFeLg/s72-c/IMG_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-9037582493063599353</id><published>2009-03-27T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:27:27.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlow Osaka!!</title><content type='html'>OSAKA!!! Woohoo,its a great city. From the moment I alighted at Shin-Imamiya Station, Osaka I haven't being disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music coming from a saxophone greeted my ears as I took my first steps into thee city. It was night and yet still bustling with life. The nearby pachinko store was very bright and colourful. groups of teens hanging out in groups, cyclists passed me left and right. A guy in dark suit passeed me by, walking a black large dog,presumely a rockfeller...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, met up with Qianli for the first time since I reached japan. Finally!!! someone i can speak singlish to. Lols, I have been pretty quiet the past few days. It's pretty good to give my mouthan exercise once in awhile=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Osaka jo (castle). It was magnificient. The place was peaceful and tranquail. trees all over the inner walls of the castle and various sakura blooms around that colours the garden's backdrop. it kinda felt like being transported backin time. outside the hustle and bustle of osaka city life, inside peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ground view was nothing compared to the view at the top of the castle. Looking out , one can see the spectacular view of his surrounding area. The river moats below, crystal clear; the ducks, playing in the river; the people, small little specks; the trees, swaying in the wind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iwonder how Toyotomi Hideyoshi must have felt every time he gaze out from the top of his castle looking at his populance out at work or play. Would he order an immedaite execution for any ninjas that tryto clumsily climb over his moats or just stand there at the top, enjoying the ninja's struggles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went dotonburi. Woohoo TAKOYAKI ROX!!! 6 for 300 yen but it is dam worth every cent. Soft and melty ballls that melts in your mouth, the steaming hot takos, the fresh and springly octopus, yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osaka people seems very wild and fun loving. It may not be the most orderly city around but it seemed avery liveable city cos it is warm. The people don't walk as fast as Tokyo, there's more varied colour dressingand of course, the food's good, and cheaper than Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna take your hand give it a little squeeze and walk you where sakura trees are. Just the 2 of us. Down the street. the leaves sway as the sky turn red. Slowly we walk. I look into your eyes and you into mine... Words are unnecessary... Sometimes, the eyes does all the talking we need. The bird gave a sudden sharp shriek. I woke up dazed.... it is but a dream. I stare into nothingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-9037582493063599353?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/9037582493063599353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=9037582493063599353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9037582493063599353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9037582493063599353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/harlow-osaka.html' title='Harlow Osaka!!'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1980002874822640270</id><published>2009-03-24T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:32:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Osaka</title><content type='html'>Shag day. Totally drained now. Spent the wholeday travelling from Tokyo to Osaka. "But its only 3 hrs by shinkansen" yeah true but the price is ridicculousl steep, over 20000 yen. With that amount of money, I eat 40 superb bentos, or buy 30 sets of dangos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for the budget concious, theree's something called the seishun 18 kippu. Costs 11500 yen and can last for 5 days instead of 1 trip. Of course this comes at a price. It took me over 10 hours to get from Tokyo to Osaka, including numerous transfers and also asking of the station attendants. If yesterday was a tutorial on tokyo's metro line, today was a tutorial on japan's railways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about this though was that it passed by most stops alongthe way to osaka, whereas for the shinkansen, it only stops at major cities. I get to see first hand view of many japanese cities. I like Nagoya and kyoto alot, for their orderly houses, nice houses and this peacful serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyt just layed down on my futon as I was typing this, nearly couldn't get up. The train rides was enriching, but super tiring especially with luggage in toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I like Osaka. Lols. If tokyo was orderly and peaceful, Osaka is warm(not their temperature, its freakingcolder than tokyo!!) n fun place. osakans walk at a slower place, their salarymen dress much more boldly (maybe its just because of the sweater). Was greeted to jazz when i came here. here is where I found those under the bridge shops which i often see in shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm actually wanted to update more but too shag le. Going to sleep now. Nightz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1980002874822640270?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1980002874822640270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1980002874822640270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1980002874822640270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1980002874822640270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/osaka.html' title='Osaka'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3390301229546921428</id><published>2009-03-23T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:33:55.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo 1st day</title><content type='html'>Woots JAPAN!!!! Finally here, can't believe it. It still seemeed kinda surreal, yesterday in Sg and today suddenly being transported to another place, another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature is nice. Very very cool. The temperature's around 10 Degrees now. Its kinda a refreshing change from the hot humid temperatures of singapore. Just beware the biting wind though. they can be very merciless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people's pretty quiet though, no one talksmuch on the train, though were very friendly and helpful too. Gave me directions to places which I can't find which is pretty often though. God, Tokyo is confusing and the subways are insane. Heard Osaka's even worse though,we shall see tmr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw saw the famed salary men today.Actually is not like1 or 2 but like hordes of them after theyknocked off ard 6+ 7. All in black =.=". Black n black n black. The most adventurous one I saw today was in... brown. Perhaps it shows their homogenity their unity? or perhaps the suits just reflects what their jobs could be, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEnt Yasukuni Shrine too. Lolismore like I stumbled onto it cos Ilost my way back to hotel. refused to pay 170 yen for 1 train stop. 170 yen!!! I canbuy like2 ochas or take the train from jooKoon to Pasir Ris in sg. Anyways the shrine was nice. I like things peacful and close to nature.&lt;br /&gt;The shrine had both. Together with those good luck charms and fortune telling scripts. boughht 1 but it was in japanese!!! Need some translating help somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaes, pretty tired now. Pics are uploaded into my fb page. Going for aquick nap. Nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3390301229546921428?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3390301229546921428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3390301229546921428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3390301229546921428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3390301229546921428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/woots-japan-finally-here-cant-believe.html' title='Tokyo 1st day'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7495536559813847178</id><published>2009-03-22T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:00:48.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks you everyone</title><content type='html'>Just a couple more hours to fly off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luggage packed&lt;br /&gt;Passport, camera, money checked&lt;br /&gt;Bed made, room packed&lt;br /&gt;All been cleaned and are properly set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots somehow this came out of no where. I think I have talent for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise that I seldom tell others how I feel about them. Probably cos I am a guy and guys aren't meant to say the mushy stuffs. Too shy and too proud to say it. But I figured I kinda will miss everyone here. (I feel like drilling a hole for myself now btw) Just wanna say a few words to everyone who are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Econs gang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ aka JiaJing: Will miss the chinese chess game rivalry we have since primary school. The score is tied now but wait till I come back from my secret training in japan. Get ready to be thrashed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YiLing: I will miss your bf more. Just j/k. Good luck for your last sems. I wanna see pics of your convocation. First class honours of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YiHong: Roses are red, Violets are blue, you are dam freaking smart, and its shown in your maths too. Thanks for always unselfishly helping out when I have many things I don't know in econs. You have many lame jokes also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeeKiong: bruther bruther, we have come a long way since AOE time. Your Tan Tai Zhong and hordes of pikemen are always scary. Uphold our Kent Ridge Speed Star (KRSS) honour arh. If got time I will go challenge the Akagi and Akina pple In Japan. Might be able to recruit more members after they see my FD drift. All the best for your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong Yew, aka Chong Chong: Hey bro haha was typing this when u sent me sms, Thanks for sharing tips on gay dressing. I needed to know what not to wear. I always get motivated and inspired everytime I meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Xin, aka jinxiepoo: I like your mole. Oops. Thanks for deleting away all those compromising shots in compromising situation eh. I know you will hors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Hui: Once a scout always a scout eh. Can't forget those times we chiong from LT11 to mac in engine to get hotcake meal. The whole LT was filled with our hotcakes, honey and harshbrown aroma. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Ye: wassup sister. Will remember you as the Ah Lian who sits and mugs in the middle of the art canteen eating peppermint eclipse sweet. U really personify my belief: Looks are deceiving. Hope u thrash everyone this semester again. (since I not around. wahahaha) Btw the sweet was just completely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, to my 2 talk cock bruthers, Cheok Bong and Tan san san: Man sitting in between u 2 is really an "experiene" eh. Always wanted tell you guys 3 words. "F%# u 2". lols. Try not to miss me too much. I know life will get boring without me. Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sado peeps and other NUS frens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene Dono: Wahaha its my turn!! Food, scenery, sakuras. Dun be too jealous eh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys: hey sis, you really have grown since the time I first see you. Become more responsible and sensitive to others. Just don't do Sadoooooo in sado room +.+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Feng: wahaha, I loved your chocolates I took during v day when you were not around. Lol. No lar, Gladys passed to me on your behalf. Take cares eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel: U are always tiny, nice to bully =D. Said this b4 but will say this again. Ur smile is so sweet. Nearly got diabetes just from seeing it. Business is a freaking hell btw with the sheer amount of workload. Hope u be able to relax and take it easy sometime. Thurs at Shin Kushiya was fun. Your Hokkein needs improving though, Ter bu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain Chan: You prob won't know about this, since I never ever told you I had a blog. lols. Anyways thnx for passing me all those guides on japan and for graciously burning the LAJ cds for me. Definitely will go visit the hot springs of Hakone. Looking for a mixed onsen one though. Let me know if you know any that hot gals frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my RV bball gang: Hinz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teck Lun: Teck de ren hen hao. Wahaha good luck for your fyp n vietnam trip. Let's go hunting for good desserts and food to eat soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Xiang, aka, the cock: Do you smell~ what the cock is cooking. Lols, Qianli last time always say this. Liew, Taiwan is so cheap compared to Japan siahs. Good luck for your lab report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin, aka rohin: Eh monday gym, pia level 10 pullup and dips. wahahah. Passed the xbox to xiong le. He may come find you though if got the  ultimate problem. 1 ring to rule them all, 1 ring to find them and bind them. The dreaded RED RING OF DEATH. Have a nice grad trip too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liang Ping, aka Liang Hin: yoz, Happy belated b day. Lols, forgot about it. While talking abt b days... thnx arh, for all the times u slam the cake on my face during my b day. Let's go qie Initial D when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Hui: hey bros, how's you and erhmms.. already arh? wahahah. I wanna hear good news when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to my BE colleagues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: Brother brother. The discussions on the topics of the most satisfying thing a person can do is life was very enriching. lol. We should really do that more often. U are really a great virgo very easy to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes: hey sis, lols, I really liked your manicure alot. Its so pretty withe the white and dotted line across the nails. I can't help but have the impulse to tear it off, along the dotted line. You are really very humourous. Work with politics totally suck but I think u are professional enough to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia: My little sis. I always liked your cheeks. lightly red-powdered. Looks so full and rosy. U are a very caring and nice gal... with a hidden wild side =D. Good luck for that vanilla plant project. If possible I wanna eat my ice cream together with it. wahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Phoebe: I know you won't come here anyways. So i won't have to say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else who reads this but don't see your name on it, you are IGNORED!!!! lol. no lars, just that some things aren't meant to be typed in public. I remember everyone who has touched my life 1 way or another. Some of you impacted me more than others n i guess u will know it, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaes I really need to go off now, bath, church and then airport. Bye everyone. Don't miss me nor cry for me hor, cos I WON"T MISS YOU!!! wahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7495536559813847178?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7495536559813847178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7495536559813847178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7495536559813847178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7495536559813847178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-you-everyone.html' title='Thanks you everyone'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6397971525919403972</id><published>2009-03-22T01:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:17:03.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pep Talk Time</title><content type='html'>So this is what it feels like eh, to be flying off the next day. The night before my world changes. Words can't really describe how I feel now. This isn't the first time I feel the way I do now. Felt something similar when I enlisted for NS, just that the feelings this time round is more varied, more intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long long journey to get to where I am now. Still remembered the thing that started this whole SEP off. My first contact with japanese students, Hitomi chan~ in particular. =). It's not just a tour guide job then, it meant so much more to me. Inspired me to do something different, something challenging, something that I really want to do and not being forced upon me. I made a choice then. A choice which I never regreted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, there were many ups and downs. To be honest, I kinda got chicken for a period about whether I should actually go Japan. I am living a perfectly comfortable life now. Sure its a pretty routine life here in sg, but its stable and I already know everything so well. Why should I rock the boat and go to a foreign place, where I can't even speak much of the language. Its such a huge risk to take. Their culture, their way of life, their society is very different from ours. I am going to have a hell of a problem there with the language for sure. Giving up my dream seemed an easier path to take then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I have given up many times, waaay too many times. Giving up is easy, its just the regret of knowing I took the easy way out where I could persevere ad accomplish my goal that really huants me. This time round, I won't give up. This is my dream. If even I don't fulfill it, no one else would. I want to prove to myself, I can do anything I set myself to it. I want to be able to trust myself. I want to challenge myself. I want to live my dream. I am kinda thrilled about Japan right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I can't help but feel this lingering sadness within me. Everywhere I been this past week, I kept recalling past events. Who I went this place with, what we did together, what I could have done better, what I should have done but didn't. On hindsight, I realise there were many things I could have done in a better way but didn't. Its like suddenly everything became clear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things will never come back no matter how much I longed for those. Regrets will always be a part of me I guess. I don't wanna dwell in those for too long, cos I maybe missing so many things when I do that. Just for tonight though.. I wanna listen to this favorite oldie of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's presenting 25 minutes, MLTR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/v6zhe2hUr3/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/v6zhe2hUr3/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/mlearntorock/video/1nNH_UCk/mltr-25-minutes-music-video/"&gt;25 Minutes - M.L.T.R&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolved never to have regrets no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yosh!!, Japan here I come mwahahahah. The scenery, the food and of course the gals. Ahh that's life =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6397971525919403972?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6397971525919403972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6397971525919403972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6397971525919403972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6397971525919403972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-night.html' title='Pep Talk Time'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1069330537116853484</id><published>2009-03-21T12:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:09:08.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and Dinner</title><content type='html'>Woots the 2nd last day before flying off. Dam fast how time flies. Finally got all the shopping done and the hotels booked. Module mapping is kinda headache though. Email correspondence here there everywhere. Probably only can complete that while in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some farewell dinner pics for the last week. Thanks everyone for coming. I would appreciate it even more if u had paid for my dinner or given me huge farewell presents as well. Mwahaha. More pictures and commentaries can be found on my facebook page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzseV5PLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NigmOZWNw70/s1600-h/PICT0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315500668100361394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzseV5PLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NigmOZWNw70/s200/PICT0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzWbJIkZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WPF-7Gq54Q8/s1600-h/What+big+mouth+u+have.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315500289284411794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzWbJIkZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WPF-7Gq54Q8/s200/What+big+mouth+u+have.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzWMeL5AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/O7w4RnXINg4/s1600-h/PICT0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315500285346178050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzWMeL5AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/O7w4RnXINg4/s200/PICT0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzWK96yqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xaGzDR2tAjA/s1600-h/Dinner+%40+alexandar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315500284942404258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzWK96yqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xaGzDR2tAjA/s200/Dinner+%40+alexandar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzVlZw6cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IzrvdMNje20/s1600-h/Glorius+food+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315500274858650050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzVlZw6cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IzrvdMNje20/s200/Glorius+food+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzVjXoXHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5kOEfT-jxqY/s1600-h/glorius+food+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315500274312830066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzVjXoXHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5kOEfT-jxqY/s200/glorius+food+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaes logging off now. Time to go pack my luagagge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1069330537116853484?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1069330537116853484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1069330537116853484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1069330537116853484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1069330537116853484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/dinner-and-dinner.html' title='Dinner and Dinner'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5o_49GO1raU/ScRzseV5PLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NigmOZWNw70/s72-c/PICT0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-685264544482385295</id><published>2009-03-20T06:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:19:00.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile</title><content type='html'>Woots, it has been awhile diary, since I last visited you. 2nd September 2008. 6 months!!! Lols can't believe how fast time pass. Can't believe how lazy I have became. Ok Actually I can believe in that. Slacker by nature, likes to take things easy as they come. Too easy perhaps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa things happen the last few months. Actually wanted to visit my very dear diary a lot of time, but somehow some things kept holding me back. Time perhaps, it's always dark when I access the com, and when its dark, my body starts obeying the laws of nature, tiredness creeps in. That's why I am writing an entry now in the morning. wahahah. Before the sun rises, while it's still dam freaking cold outside with this cool layer of mist in the horizon. The park below looks so serene and inviting, beckoning me down for a walk. The river crystal clear and still. Vivid reflections of HDB buildings off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diary to me: Wth are you doing here. 6 months u ignore me n when u come back u give me C.R.A.P. Man, its 6:55 in the morning, I wanna go sleep. *Grunts then starts a deafening snore zzzzzz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's me, kinda hard to maintain things for a long period tends to lose focus along the way. But hey, when i give crap, I always give the bbbeeeesssssttttt crap possible, a slight personal touch along the way too just so it will be extra special. Its not the quantity mahs, do it once really well and you dun have to do it again. That's what I believed. Yeah, if only things were like PSLE or 'O' levels, it will be so much simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for people who don't know yet, I am leaving soon to a far away place where u can't reach me by legs but can reach me by hand, msn. Woots it rymthes. Would be going to Tokyo, Japan for approx 4 months, SEP. Talk more about that when I am in Tokyo/Osaka bahs. Would be keeping logs of my trip here so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally done up most of my shopping for the trip. Clothes, souvenirs, luagages... Left the toiletries which I am getting today. Man shopping is shag especially when done exactly the way it should be done. Looking for that perfect item, comparing prices, haggling prices, checking the goods, more haggling if possible, n the final result? A 50% discount for a pretty painting, 10 dollars. So here I was all smug and satisfied, till I took a stroll down the streets of Chinatown. Lo and behold, the same exact painting at 10 bucks.... before bargaining.... F%$*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Shin Kushiya with Mel and Jiaxin (I refused to call u by your nick. Wahahah) after shopping. Went slightly earlier to reserve the place. The waitress was asking me for a reservation name. Nearly wanted to tell her "Eugene sama" but she seemed cute. So just for her I told her "Eugene". Anyways definitely should get a set meal when going to eat at Shin. May seem ex as its priced at around 20+ - 40+ but its definitely worth it. Spreads of glorious melted cheese bacons, fat juicy crispy shitake musrooms, did I mentioned the grilled fried rice, ooh so slightly burnt, giving off a pleasant aroma. And don't forget the freshly cut lemons. It is definitely worth sprinkling a few drops of it here and there. Adds to the oomph. Words mean nothing, let me just show you some pictures. &lt;a href="http://www.shinkushiya.com/"&gt;http://www.shinkushiya.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me, "Am i gay" "No", "ever been attached" "nope" "so you like guys then lar" "no way. U know I was once in takewando before... let me give you a first hand friendly experince of how a double spinning kick feels like".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps... I am kinda risk adverse. Seen too many negatives about couples supposedly in love that I shunned them. "How come you were talking to that boy/gal arh?" "Where did you go last night?" "How come you never answered my call the whole day?" "Do you still love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a chill down my spine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting. Waiting for the right one. The one whom I know will be right for me right away. Right the way we talk, right the way we feel about things, just right in every way. Oh she probably be right handed too, since there's already so many things right about her. Just like me, I am right handed too. =D. Yeah the reverse holds too. If someone who is right in every way is right handed, then so too must someone who is right handed be right in everyway. Absolutely nothing but the truth with a capital T.  Cos I am the truth. Nothing more, nothing less. I like blogging. *evil laughter mwahahahah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know my dear diary... sometimes... I wait too long... Perhaps it's like taking bus to school. There are a few buses I can choose from but only one that gives me minimal hassle with little walking. So I wait for that bus. Bus 198 comes, nah that's not the one. It whizzes by. Bus 185 comes, nah not that either. It goes by. Finally Bus 99 comes. The bus looks abit old, seats abit tattered, air con not really working well and there are tonnes of people inside, should I wait for the next one? hmm, actually if I look closely, the bus driver's friendly, it's pretty cold in the morning anyway I don't need air-con and I love the view of the route that bus 99 takes. And it gives me this warm glow somehow. Ok I have decided! I want to board the bus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around, but the bus is no longer there!!! In the distance I can just make out the rectangular silhouette of the bus.... I so desperately want to chase after the bus, nevermind what others may think, nevermind that I probably won't be able to catch it. Perhaps even hurling my pencils at the tires hoping to puncturing and slowing it down. (that's dumb btw. Even if I strike at it perfectly, the bus not only slows down, it probably comes to a complete halt missing the whole point of getting to school) I just want to do all that I can.... But then I stopped.... Even if I manage to catch it somehow, I will be inconviencing others. The bus probably has to slow down for me to catch it. The people on the bus never thought twice about boarding. They just board the bus immediately, probably waiting for it way more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why they are on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i am not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-685264544482385295?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/685264544482385295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=685264544482385295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/685264544482385295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/685264544482385295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6249623455374445323</id><published>2008-09-02T21:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:43:24.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath the surface</title><content type='html'>Went out for a little exploration of my neighbourhood after school today. Wanted to get the Garnier Lightening Peel off mask from Venus but it was sold out. Now before anyone starts saying I am gay or any other weird remarks, let me point out the advantages of using a face mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It clears impurities on my face, smoothes, tones and gives facial features a lift. Face is important. It's the very first thing that pple notices. (ok I know of some guys that notices other body parts first, uhem somewhere closer to the chest area or perhaps even lower, but I notice the FACE first and I shall assume everyone else thinks like me. My blog too bad. End of story) And first impressions make or break a person. I choose to ensure that everything goes well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SL1R1wkJD3I/AAAAAAAAADo/BcHdLqSxSHk/s1600-h/garnier+lightening+peel+off+mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241435525340532594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SL1R1wkJD3I/AAAAAAAAADo/BcHdLqSxSHk/s200/garnier+lightening+peel+off+mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favourite facemask. Selling for $1.95 @ Venus, Clementi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh did I also mention the therupatic effecs of putting on a facemask. Just put it on like 20 min before bed. Immerse in the warmth/coolness (depending on what type of mask is used) as the facemask gets to work, cleaning up the impurities. I can just feel all my stress and worry melting away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus didn't have the lighening peel off face mask though. Out of stock. F***!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I got a plan B. Took the train down to Westmall... Funny how I always get to meet strange friendly people who lifts me up when I am down. Met this experienced cheerful auntie in Beaute Spring. Actually was about to pay for the Kitoho Kalani collagen firming face mask when Betty Da Jie (Women, sigh~ they just love it when pple say they look young. But Betty auntie was nice anyway so if by calling her da jie makes her happy... well... spread the love) stared intently at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 别这样看我啊！只是买facemask吗&lt;br /&gt;Betty: 帅哥，你只买firming mask而已。是不够的。你看你的脸底下满多黑点。需要用purifying mask 来去掉那些黑点先才能放firming mask。用了purifying mask后,休息一天，便可以用firming mask了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that she started explaining to me how the usual face wash I am using can only clean the face surface layer. Underneath the surface are still trapped many dirt and oil. She also said my face skin is getting too thin due to constant face wash use but the dirt and oil are still stuck in my pores. Wow!! all that from just a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, when I think of this somehow, its abit like life isn't it? Many times, problems that appear on the surface are solved but the root cause of the problem, the one that really matters, that causes all the surface problems and unhappiness, are hidden deep down inside. Perhaps to avoid quarrels, we let the problem slide, to prepare for tutorials we copy answers, to avoid sadness n pain, we choose to ignore or forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are like only temporary solutions aren't them? It is not a matter of if the problem will surface again, it's more like when it will appear. And when they surfaces again... perhaps... this time it won't be a problem... it will be a catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很想知道你还好吗。不要一声不响，因为我会担心。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6249623455374445323?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6249623455374445323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6249623455374445323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6249623455374445323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6249623455374445323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-out-for-little-exploration-of-my.html' title='Beneath the surface'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SL1R1wkJD3I/AAAAAAAAADo/BcHdLqSxSHk/s72-c/garnier+lightening+peel+off+mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1067504839940210063</id><published>2008-08-31T13:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:02:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Friends, なかま、朋友 What are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi and bye friends? Mere acquaintances perhaps. Just to acknowledge that you and I both exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convenient friends? People who appear when they need help and disappear after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity friends? Frens united by common interests. Gym... bball... mahjiong... talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends? The type whom I really treasure. Can share just abt anything tog, joys... sadness... regrets... ambitions... dreams... hopes... likes... dislikes... fears... Maybe over a simple cup of coffee, maybe over the phone, maybe at the void deck, maybe at the poolside, maybe at the playground. Sometimes we quarrel, sometimes we joke, sometimes we laugh, sometimes we scold, sometimes we encourage. But everything is done beacuse we wish each other well. We want the best for each other. Maybe we may not always see see eye to eye. But that's ok, we have our own views. May never agree on certain things, but at least understand each other is coming from and respect each other. We accept each other for who we really are, our strengths and our weaknesses. We are always there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes friends are taken for granted. They are always there. Familiarity breeds complacency. Never know how much they mean to me till they are gone... Sorrow... pain... It sucks... big time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, please TREASURE your friends while they are there. They are the ones you turn to when u have problems. The ones who double your joys and half your grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzJgsdluaaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzJgsdluaaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1067504839940210063?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1067504839940210063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1067504839940210063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1067504839940210063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1067504839940210063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4941893538421931303</id><published>2008-08-29T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:22:15.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>從生日的顏色來看你是怎樣的人</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;＊栗色＊ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你有一個聰明的腦袋。也是一個自我的人，常依自己的喜好來做事，有時會因為不大理別人的感受而惹上麻煩。 對於愛情你很有耐性，當你找到你要找的那一位後，你不會再愛上別人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this chinese site. Seems like 90% true. Kinda unbelieveable that a person's character can be determined by the birthdate. Not really a believer in horoscopes but somehow this kinda change things. Maybe a coincidence though. peeps check it out if you are a believer in this type of things.... and also if u ain't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Webbie link &lt;a href="http://www.gamez.com.tw/archive/tid-394309.html"&gt;http://www.gamez.com.tw/archive/tid-394309.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4941893538421931303?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4941893538421931303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4941893538421931303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4941893538421931303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4941893538421931303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_29.html' title='從生日的顏色來看你是怎樣的人'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-2824321180573201849</id><published>2008-08-28T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:20:03.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out</title><content type='html'>Got out my game theory notes, took a look then slammed it on my bed. Arggh somehow this is 1 of those days where I don't feel like studying. Day's so bright and sunny n I am all cooped up in my room? NO WAY!! Needa get out of my house for awhile. Studies are impt definitely, but so too is experiencing how the world actually spins instead of reading them from something dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I am to CCK. 1st stop, went into the closing down sale store. Kinda weird but I kinda like going inside this store. Inhouse chinese music, coupled with a vast array of everyday household, car accessories. Chatted with the malaysian store girl. She's quite chatty n offers some good branding advice. Things bought; shaving cream, magic clean stick, frying stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the pasar malam after that. Wanted to get another watch but ended up walking around the various stores. Kinda funny how, half a year ago i would not have bothered entering pasar malams as i thought they ain't interesting. But now, after really walking around for awhile, there are many sights to behold inside. Food, phone covers, clothes, music cds, interesting watches, gun shooting games. Even got the contact number of 1 of the pasar malam store owner. This middle-aged, friendly golden coloured hair ah-beng. Calls himself Michael. He even invited me for cup of coffee after he closed his store at 10.30pm but I declined, tactfully....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went pass Chinese Garden on my way home. The sights were awesome. Stores, games and a ighted up pagoda, all set for MAF. Wanted go inside but hit a major bumper. Costed $20 to walk in cos today was their opening day. Saturdays would be a nice time to go to chinese garden though as there wld be fireworks. 15 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, a little distraction here and there is great =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-2824321180573201849?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2824321180573201849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=2824321180573201849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2824321180573201849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;你说的对，有时忘记一切真的会更好。今天经过了clementi。看到了廉店，就回想到那时我们一起去买廉。那草莓廉可爱，价钱合理，却太过薄，早上太阳会穿进房间不好受。又看到了那浅禄廉，颜色美丽，太阳穿不进，价钱却贵。还记得我们当时犹豫不决，想了很久。因为手头紧，所以就算那儿的廉便宜，但是还不知该不该买。最后你说，“其实我今天是为了买廉而特地下来的。”听了这番话后，选泽只有维一一个。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也买了面膜。不要你再说我copy你了。这次我买了Garnier的yellow和blue 面膜和上一次的red 和green不同。我是故意的。我想转身向你炫耀，“Hao Lian Lei.. 谁要copy你。你看，我买的是yellow和blue的 facemask。一定很好用的。Besssst arh. 要的话现在还有。今天不买明天卖完了就 tooooo baddddd。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但你不在了。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-5823926613087545021?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/5823926613087545021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=5823926613087545021' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天走的那段路到巴刹，其实有很多事要对你说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那店不是你最喜欢的杂货店？以前你可在这儿购物了半，不，靠进一个钟头的时间。其实有时我等得有点无聊。但渐渐地我也喜欢上了购物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊！还有那abc店呀。时常去。Jasmine refreshener 在那儿是最便宜。Redbull 在这虽比一般便宜，但希望你别喝太多了，对身体不好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哎呀！可惜阿华店已关了，不然就可以看一些五彩兵分，多姿多样的水晶。可能你还可帮忙卖一些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但始终什么都没说。可能吧。。我是决不会让你伤心。就让我把这些回忆放在我心上。少了这些包袱，你就可以走得远些，开心些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知不觉地，就到了离别的时候了。你问我可以喝酒吗？可以是可以，但别喝太多。我边说边往前方看，不敢看你的眼孔。我不想哭也不想弄你哭。都要走了就走了开心点呀。就是这样简单而已。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-2851240174739455206?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2851240174739455206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7654168859942064885</id><published>2008-08-26T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:42:45.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Heart</title><content type='html'>Don't know what to say now&lt;br /&gt;don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to handle&lt;br /&gt;a complicated heart&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you are leaving&lt;br /&gt;but I just have to say&lt;br /&gt;before you throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want to go alone&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting when you're coming home&lt;br /&gt;And if you need someone to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;you can lean on me, my love will still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;to me it seems quite tough&lt;br /&gt;to hold a conversation&lt;br /&gt;when words are not enough&lt;br /&gt;so this is your decision&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I can only say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is your decision&lt;br /&gt;and theres nothing i can do&lt;br /&gt;i can only say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I could do now is to wish u well... cos I know why u are going n perhaps it is best that u be going.... I know it maybe best for you.... and yet..... and yet... i can't seem to smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7654168859942064885?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7654168859942064885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7654168859942064885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7654168859942064885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7654168859942064885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/complicated-heart.html' title='Complicated Heart'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7578229692230867687</id><published>2008-08-21T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:35:31.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008年8月21日 7:36pm</title><content type='html'>我要正是宣布在 2008年8月21日 7:36pm 星期四， 我有多了一个好朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽认识不久，却一起经历了很多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能吧，时间长度根本不重要。重要的是怎么利用所拥有的时间，怎样去珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心真的很矛盾。又伤心又开心。但绝没有怨恨。只有祝福和感激。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能吧。知足常乐。就让我陪你多一下，走完这条黑暗的路。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了那时一定会笑着对你说再见。绝对不会掉一滴眼泪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为是朋友，所以只有美好时光，只有祝福。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7578229692230867687?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7578229692230867687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7578229692230867687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7578229692230867687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7578229692230867687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/2008821-736pm.html' title='2008年8月21日 7:36pm'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-2521530291090886435</id><published>2008-08-20T04:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:49:58.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>開不了口</title><content type='html'>才離開沒多久就開始　擔心今天的妳過得好不好&lt;br /&gt;整個畫面是妳　想妳想的睡不著&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘴嘟嘟那可愛的模樣　還有在妳身上香香的味道&lt;br /&gt;我的快樂是妳　想妳想的都會笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有妳在我有多難熬(沒有妳在我有多難熬多煩惱)&lt;br /&gt;沒有妳煩我有多煩惱(沒有妳煩我有多煩惱多難熬)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿過雲層　我試著努力向妳奔跑&lt;br /&gt;愛才送到　妳卻已在別人懷抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是開不了口　讓她知道&lt;br /&gt;我一定會呵護著妳　也逗妳笑妳&lt;br /&gt;對我有多重要　我後悔沒　讓妳知道&lt;br /&gt;安靜的聽妳撒嬌　看妳睡著　一直到老&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是開不了口　讓她知道&lt;br /&gt;就是那麼簡單幾句　我辦不到&lt;br /&gt;整顆心懸在半空　我只能夠　遠遠看著&lt;br /&gt;這些我都做得到　但那個人已經不是我&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-2521530291090886435?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2521530291090886435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=2521530291090886435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2521530291090886435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2521530291090886435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_20.html' title='開不了口'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3826967453822670285</id><published>2008-08-11T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:29:33.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>感触</title><content type='html'>你默默的坐在椅子上，咬着嘴唇，望着遥远的天空。&lt;br /&gt;泪水一滴一滴地流入出来，眼睛红了。&lt;br /&gt;我呆呆地看着你，有取多话想跟你说但却说不出口。&lt;br /&gt;我想给你安慰，想给你快乐。&lt;br /&gt;但只见你一天比一天憔悴。&lt;br /&gt;如果叫你不哭你就能不哭吗？&lt;br /&gt;眼睛是用来看的，不是用来哭的，你曾对我说。&lt;br /&gt;但沙地上以及成了泪池。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最痛的不是得不到爱的人的爱，&lt;br /&gt;而是无助地看着情爱的人在哭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你也曾跟我说我们只是朋友。&lt;br /&gt;既然是朋友，就要做到最好最好的朋友呀。&lt;br /&gt;因为若是朋友，什么欢乐痛苦都能分享。&lt;br /&gt;这就是我的作风。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不问你为何流眼泪 不在乎你心里还有谁&lt;br /&gt;请让我给你安慰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不论结局是喜是悲 走过千山万水&lt;br /&gt;在我心里你永远是那么美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;既然爱了就不后悔（就无怨无悔）&lt;br /&gt;再多的苦我也愿意背&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为爱不是拥有，而是祝福。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3826967453822670285?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3826967453822670285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3826967453822670285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3826967453822670285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3826967453822670285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_11.html' title='感触'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-2269065114746096740</id><published>2008-08-11T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:04:12.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好朋友</title><content type='html'>好朋友&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-2269065114746096740?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2269065114746096740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=2269065114746096740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2269065114746096740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2269065114746096740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='好朋友'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-212401906367100577</id><published>2008-08-06T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:57:28.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart boss</title><content type='html'>These 2 months working has totally opened my eyes. I finally realise how true this statement which my warrent once said to me is, "Out of 10 bosses, 9 bosses are bad". What's up with this place anyway? Sales, sales and more sales. If you hit your target, you can do anything u want, if not u are f***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is so easy to justify isn't it. Hit target for the company, the employee is awesome, earning his keep. A good employee is one who helps the company earns money isn't it? The employee does not have to do more. As long as u have met your target I am satisfied. If you can't meet it, I am so sorry, but u are now a burden to the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, money is what matters in the end for a business isn't it. Dunnid care about business reputation, dunnid care about long term prospects as long as I am making a profit now, I am happy. If you wanna be passionate about the company, work overtime willingly, improve the company's reputation, think about the company's long term prospects, go ahead by all means. I won't stop you, I may even be glad that you actually taken the effort to think for the company. But sorry, sales comes first, if you can't hit it, no matter how much you done for the company, sorry u just plain suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EFFORT, PASSION AND LOYALTY TO COMPANY DOES NOT MATTER. ONLY SALES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And by sales only, I also mean that you don't even have to get along with your colleagues. In fact, I may even prefer some tension amongst the co workers. Isn't that great, I can be portrayed as a good guy now. Employees would be so preoccupied  fighting their own fires that they won't wise up to the fact that I am only a one dimensional profit orientated boss. If you have conflicts amongst yourselves, you won't have time thinking about my style of management. After all, this company has already been running for 20 years and it is still sustainable, nevermind the fact that even after 20 years, we still remain stagnant, and even have to close down 1 of our branches. We are still making money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dun forget, if I am really such a bad boss, why are there still pple following me for so long some close to 20 years. What does that prove. Oops did I mention that perhaps they already settled down in a family and if they leave down, all their years of hardwork would be gone? I know that, but I can manipulate that to my advantage. Ain't I so smart. Of course I am, I have more than 20 years running a business. And that is just 1 of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw, to prevent employees from running away, I have just thought of a clever plan. Why not bond them? Shucks, I can't. Singapore's manpower laws say that employees can tender their resignation and give 1 weeks' notice and I need to adhere to that or I am breaking the law. Eureka, I got it, send them for courses and then bond them to the company for attending the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of this plan is that it looks as though I am helping them, upgrading them. Unbeknowst to them, they are actually just pawns blindingly following my evil scheme. And to make things sweeter, I dun even have to pay for the whole course fee. Ain't course rebates just fabulous. I get to bond my employees at a fraction of the pay. When they come back from courses, they will help my company earn more than enough to cover their courses and buy me my own dream bungalow. And if they quit fro mthe company, I will make them pay back the whole fees and perhaps even some compensation. Nothing to lose and everything to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIn't I such a smart boss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-212401906367100577?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/212401906367100577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=212401906367100577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/212401906367100577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/212401906367100577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/smart-boss.html' title='Smart boss'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-9047844872680227248</id><published>2008-07-20T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:46:08.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains and machines</title><content type='html'>Went to visit my grandma today at Mandai crematorium today. So it has almost been 1 year since she left me. Next week will be her 1st death anniversary. Memories kinda flooded my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was always there for me. A cooked bowl of delicious, nutritrious birds' nest infront of me on the eve of my exams... My favourite black seasame chicken with shitake mushrooms that were meticulously soaked overnight to soften the mushrooms.... Just being there at home everyday to welcome me when I got home.... Her motherly smile... Her char siew paus that she always buy back for me after her mahjiong trip to Ghim Moh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her death impacted me a lot. I think that was the first time I really felt sad about someone dying. When my grandpa died, I was too young n not close enuff to him to feel pain. Same for my fourth uncle and first uncle, which I fondly called him "tu tu papa" cos of the tu tus he always bought for me when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But grandma was different. Maybe cos I grew up and finally start to understand things abit more. But more importantly, I think it was because she and I were very close. She loved me alot and I loved her alot. N cos of that, it really hurts me to see her go. I get this sense of loss. This surreal feeling that 1 day she is there and suddenly everything's gone. Unbelieveable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the deeper the bond, the deeper the hurt and sadness felt when the bond is broken... And yet as I steal a quote from one of my fren, "It is bonds between people that makes us whole. You feel complete!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-9047844872680227248?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/9047844872680227248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=9047844872680227248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9047844872680227248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9047844872680227248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/07/mountains-and-machines.html' title='Mountains and machines'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-2370709675530039844</id><published>2008-07-13T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:43:11.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>除此之外</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Say goodnight 晚安&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你陪我一整个夜晚&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes,be quiet&lt;br /&gt;我明白你有自己的不安&lt;br /&gt;很多来不及我不曾看见&lt;br /&gt;我只遇见你的现在&lt;br /&gt;不管你接受或离开&lt;br /&gt;I hope to stay for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除此之外 要你明白&lt;br /&gt;你的笑我真是喜欢看&lt;br /&gt;于是我一次又一次等待&lt;br /&gt;邱实都还算愉快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除此之外&lt;br /&gt;非常遗憾&lt;br /&gt;你的心我还是打不开&lt;br /&gt;And if you need somebody&lt;br /&gt;我确定我会在&lt;br /&gt;不会走开ｉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;晚安 舍不得看你觉得不自在&lt;br /&gt;It’s alright, I’m fine&lt;br /&gt;看起来 这故事会写不完&lt;br /&gt;很多差一点你没有发现&lt;br /&gt;你只认识我的现在&lt;br /&gt;不管你留下或走开&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna stay for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除此之外 我要你明白&lt;br /&gt;你的笑我真是喜欢看&lt;br /&gt;于是我一次又一次等待&lt;br /&gt;其实都还算愉快&lt;br /&gt;除此之外非常遗憾&lt;br /&gt;你的心我还是打不开&lt;br /&gt;And if you need somebody&lt;br /&gt;我确定我会在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除此之外&lt;br /&gt;我还在等待&lt;br /&gt;你的心将为我敞开&lt;br /&gt;But if you need snomebody&lt;br /&gt;你知道我会在不会走开 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-2370709675530039844?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2370709675530039844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=2370709675530039844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2370709675530039844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2370709675530039844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='除此之外'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-8284692016986445828</id><published>2008-07-02T13:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:35:44.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essential brews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Essential Brews to celebrate Joel's farewell party last Friday. The place was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;Ambience was cosy and relaxed. There were pillows and comfy sofas on the top floor. Kinda reminded me of the student lounge in NJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was great too. I liked the Cajun Dory that I ordered. Fish was tender yet crispy on the outside, vege salad were fresh and slightly sweet. The best thing was the sauce that came with it. Very unique yet blended well with the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price wise, it is more expensive than hawker food, and yet it compares reasonably to places like Swensons and Secret Receipe. Below are some pics taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsPV5XlsUI/AAAAAAAAADY/LBnE4XkdhIA/s1600-h/me+and+agnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218281462090281282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsPV5XlsUI/AAAAAAAAADY/LBnE4XkdhIA/s200/me+and+agnes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Agnes. She's the very sporty type one. Never gets angry even though I was suaning her non-stop that day. Kinda feel bad. Mwahaha. Having said that hor, NEVER play 猜拳 with her. Lose le also dunnoe why lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsPWDcRxfI/AAAAAAAAADg/7ZV-B8S7J6M/s1600-h/me+%26+Joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218281464794301938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsPWDcRxfI/AAAAAAAAADg/7ZV-B8S7J6M/s200/me+%26+Joel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Joel. Great guy. He's young chap, but quiet and mature. Easy to talk to and never shows off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsPNPvfLPI/AAAAAAAAADA/0BV8Sv3IvyI/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218281313477274866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsPNPvfLPI/AAAAAAAAADA/0BV8Sv3IvyI/s200/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food. Stole this from Felicia's blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218281321435031970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsPNtYw6aI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BdCaulzIidM/s200/me+%26+felicia.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Felicia. Quiet and sweet gal. Cares alot for others. Likes chinese, esp poems. But dun mistake her quietness for being boring. She also has a wild side.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218281317461533394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsPNelaItI/AAAAAAAAADI/B5X53MPeVk8/s200/me+%26+phoebe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Phoebe. Don't play play arh. First impression of her is probably that of an ah lian. But she is really mature and has a heart of gold. Also taught me alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-8284692016986445828?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/8284692016986445828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=8284692016986445828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8284692016986445828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8284692016986445828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/07/essential-brews.html' title='Essential brews'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsPV5XlsUI/AAAAAAAAADY/LBnE4XkdhIA/s72-c/me+and+agnes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-611675498026738865</id><published>2008-07-02T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:55:44.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B day, B day, B day, B day, celebrations (part 2)</title><content type='html'>"Argghh!! it is already 8.20am!" I exclaimed, "Gonna be late for work again". I got out of bed, eyes half opened, stumbling to my kitchen to wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, dark clouds were gathering. A trail of blinding light flashed passed, followed by a loud roar from the heavens, then the pittar-patter of rain fell, relentlessly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go buy me a drink!! And then meet me in the conference room", Phoebe bellowed. I did what she asked, partly concerned, partly wondering what could exact such a big change in her, practically overnight? Was it PMS (P stands for Pre, Present and Post)? Was it something that happened to her? Was it cos I happened to talk to Felicia? Gals arh, they are weird at times.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour before all that happened, Felicia was telling me, looking very concerned, "She isn't feeling very well today. Try not to make her angry" Felicia and Phoebe were like sisters. And I always thought that Felicia was the sweet, innocent gal whom I could trust completely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped into the office, armed with a can of coke in hand. Office was completely deserted.It was quiet, too quiet for comfort. I opened the door of the conference room and stepped inside. It was pitch black. And then suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy Birthday!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything became clear at that instant. It was a surprise b day celebration, planned by Phoebe with help from Nora, Felicia and Joel. Lol, it was so well done, that they manage to get the cake into the office and present done up without me knowing. Thanks everyone =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsJGGjPcFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hHYk3MX0hLo/s1600-h/bday+present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218274593681141842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsJGGjPcFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hHYk3MX0hLo/s200/bday+present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a pic of my b day present, from Phoebe. Consists of a keyholder and a whistle that also doubles up as a handphone accesory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-611675498026738865?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/611675498026738865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=611675498026738865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/611675498026738865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/611675498026738865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/07/b-day-b-day-b-day-b-day-celebrations.html' title='B day, B day, B day, B day, celebrations (part 2)'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5o_49GO1raU/SGsJGGjPcFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hHYk3MX0hLo/s72-c/bday+present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-2160552450996352901</id><published>2008-06-19T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:00:03.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B day, B day, B day, B day, celebrations (part 1)</title><content type='html'>Woots... I celebrated my b day 5 times this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with Sunday KTV with the bball/RV gang, which I blogged in the previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Waraku on Monday. The econs gang. Thanks to Jiaxin, Jing Hui, Roy, Cheok, Wee Kiong and Yi Hong for celebrating tog. Got 2 useful present. First up was a book entitled.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making out in Japanese&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SFk6khdF5OI/AAAAAAAAACo/G4x3V1OOifM/s1600-h/Making+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213262442788152546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SFk6khdF5OI/AAAAAAAAACo/G4x3V1OOifM/s200/Making+out.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just when Jing Hui reassured me that the next book was "正经"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Making out in Japanese &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SFk6lBlgXVI/AAAAAAAAACw/oJuJ63odPno/s1600-h/More+making+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213262451413376338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SFk6lBlgXVI/AAAAAAAAACw/oJuJ63odPno/s200/More+making+out.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that we went over to a music cafe where Kevin sang me b day song on stage. I was kinda embarrassed there lar, cos all the cafe patrons also joined in...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday, met up with the NJ peeps. Qian Li, Jerry and Sye. That was when I cut my second cake..... carrot cake.... using a chopstick.... Cos we went Alexandar village eat Zi Char and the carrot cake store there also not bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday which is today. Woke up super shag but still managed to cut the blueberry cake that my mum bought. Went back to sleep for awhile cos I was super shag then and going to work later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far, tt's 4 celebrations already. But the most exciting, with the most build up was actually what happened after I went to work today..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which I am not writing on this blog, not yet anyway. It deserves an entry of its own.... So, stay tuned....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-2160552450996352901?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2160552450996352901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=2160552450996352901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2160552450996352901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2160552450996352901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/b-day-b-day-b-day-b-day-celebrations.html' title='B day, B day, B day, B day, celebrations (part 1)'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/SFk6khdF5OI/AAAAAAAAACo/G4x3V1OOifM/s72-c/Making+out.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-5357645045502087572</id><published>2008-06-16T01:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:25:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday @ Chevrons</title><content type='html'>Woots, celebrated my birthday today at KTV today =). We celebrated both mine and wb's b day tog. Credit must go to Cheng Xiang for organising this ktv session. He has a test this coming Friday and sacrificed morning bball session so that he can find time to come for the night KTV. of course also thanks to wk, lp, sp, wb, wh, teck and robin for coming too. They also tmr got lotsa stuff to do but turned up on Sunday night anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake was nice too. A chocolate marshmellow cake and looked very delicious. However thanks to a certain sombody arh *cough* lp lp lp lp *cough* I couldn't enjoy my cake arh. He smashed the cake into my face as I was eating it. Will find a way to return the favour soon *Wicked Smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wanted to share this soothing song which we sang at KTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;范逸臣 - 除此之外&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxFOWf8ifp0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxFOWf8ifp0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-5357645045502087572?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/5357645045502087572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=5357645045502087572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/5357645045502087572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/5357645045502087572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/bday-chevrons.html' title='Bday @ Chevrons'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7801742263176161369</id><published>2008-06-14T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:13:17.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY THE 13th</title><content type='html'>Yawnzzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOOOOD MOOORRRNNNINNGGGG SIIIINNNGGGAOOPPPREEEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bright Saturday morning. And that means...... (drum rolls) Yup, it's the WEEKENDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy Saturday morning. Nothing's better than to just sit ard, laze around, do everything sllllloooowwwwwlllllyyyyy. Sitting infront of the com, staring at animes, looking at blogs, just relaxing and recharging my battery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, yesterday really lived up to the expectations of Friday the 13th. It was a cursed day man. CURSED. Don't ever take lightly the power of Friday the 13th. It can ruin a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, my phone's spoilt =(. Accidently dropped it into water. When I tried turning on the phone, the Nokia display pic came on. Then in a few seconds, the lights started flickering, brightness starts to drop, and before I know it, all I see on my screen was darkness, a void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda exposed then. Felt that my connection to the world was cut off. I felt so alone, so lost without my trusty phone. Of course, that was until I got back to my computer and login to msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my colleague helped me dry the phone abit. Dried whatever parts of my phone that tissue paper can reach. Some parts of my sliding phone were inaccessible to tissue paper unless i dismantled the phone, which I wasn't sure can be assembled back if taken apart and so was left behind as a stark warning to what Fri the 13th can do to unassuming souls who belittled its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to continue on about the power of Fri the 13th, my phone can work when I turned it on today!!! (since today's Sat the 14th and not Fri the 13th). Was surprised to see all my phone functions working well. Can send and receive messages, phone calls are alright and all my contacts are still there. Ok, there is still some after effects, like random screen blinking that can cause dizziness if one looks at the screen for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, signing off for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7801742263176161369?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7801742263176161369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7801742263176161369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7801742263176161369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7801742263176161369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th.html' title='FRIDAY THE 13th'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1435646522881053888</id><published>2008-06-12T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:22:01.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pains and solutions</title><content type='html'>From young, I didn't like growing up. When I was Primary 1, I would miss my early child hood days. When I was in secondary school, I would think back to my nonsensical but fun primary school days. And up to now, sometimes I would think back to my secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why not? Secondary school days were about being carefree, playing basketball every other day at the nearby Teban Garden CC with frens. Frens coming over to my place for a game of dreamcast or mahjiong. That was also when I experienced my first true love. Sadly it didn't take off. But the feeling then was totally different from now. It was a flame of passion then. An unexplanable longing to go to school. Just a sight of her made my day. Somehow, those days were my truely happiest period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I still have many happy moments now. However, it is just that as I grow up, more and more get-me-down-things comes along. Usually once they appear before me, it is hard to erase such things out of my mind. These unhappy incidences kinda linger around for far longer than I wished. On top of that, I also realise that actually everyone around me has something unhappy kept inside them. Even the person whom one thinks is always cheerful and bright may get down at times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some show their unhappiness explicitly, by expressing anger, sadness etc... However, far more people actually hide it inside of them, portraying a smile here and being enthusisastic there, but deep down inside, there's a big thorn, constantly hurting them. It must be a very unbearable feeling, bottling up everything inside and yet portraying a happy exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess management of emotions is very important here. On the 1 hand, it isn't exactly good to just lose control and flare up or sob (At least for guys, crying is like a sign of weakness to me anyway) And yet, bottling up everything is just as equally bad. One day one might just implode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I usually cope with going for exercise, runs maybe, walks also, doing anything as long as it gets my mind off the unhappy stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1435646522881053888?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1435646522881053888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1435646522881053888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1435646522881053888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1435646522881053888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/pains-and-solutions.html' title='Pains and solutions'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3759815687392007518</id><published>2008-06-10T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:33:26.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question</title><content type='html'>The thing about work is that everyday is different. Some days, I am plain busy, typing, phone calling, filing. Other days can be pretty slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the morning off by doing some table clearing. My consultant's desk is magical. It's magically untidy. No matter how matter times I pack it for her, it magically gets untidy once she places her hand over the table. The ultimate blow was when we changed seats. I took her desk and computer to send out some emails, and she sat on my chair to do some work on the desk. Magically, my desk too became a sea of papers!!! Resumes here, more resumes there, in stacks and bundles. I couldn't even see my keyboard with that pile of papers on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today's highlight isn't something as mundane as untidyness. No no. It's something far more important. My consultant asked me a question that sets me thinking. "So simplicit, do u want to stay in HR, or would you rather pursue your dreams?" That ladies and gentlemen is the question for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed rather innocuously. The question was asked when we were doing some advertisement searching. Sounded just like small talk, something asked out of the blue and probably just some random question. At least, I believe most people would have thought that way too. However, I knew better. Nothing escapes my sharp mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually sounded like a veiled threat to me then. It sounded like 1 wrong answer and I would have someone else filling in your job. And it sounded credible too, cos earlier on she was telling me about this candidate who seemed great and interested in HR too. Seemed the candidate has more fire in him for the current job I am in than me myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I stuck to my guns. Told her that I would still pursue my dreams and yet, whatever job I am given, I would still do my best. (Man, I am only a temp mah. Why would i worry so much about my job anyway. Lose it le it's still ok. But i needa be true to myself) Guessed she seemed satisfied with the way I answered the question. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this still does not solve a bigger question. So far, I have only been looking at the short term. What do I want for the longer term exactly? What type of jobs, what type of future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it is time to ponder on headache inducing questions....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3759815687392007518?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3759815687392007518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3759815687392007518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3759815687392007518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3759815687392007518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/question.html' title='A Question'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-969487661204880586</id><published>2008-06-02T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:46:36.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tae Yeon - If</title><content type='html'>And now, introducing... The very first Korean song on my blog!!! My junior graciously send me this song. Must admit, I have little or almost no experience in Korean songs. So far can only think of 2 Korean songs, 1 was by KISS - Because I am a girl. The MTV for the song was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was by Full House. This one cos my mum bought the TV serial and kept replaying the episodes. The song kept repeated so many times that somehow I was forced to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just a little warning. The below song maybe detrimental to your health cos it is very addictive. Once u hear it, it is very hard to stop hearing again. I also got the English translation below. Try not to get your eyes too red after seeing it. If anything, blame it on the sand that gets into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tae Yeon - If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kyjphgKtPVY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kyjphgKtPVY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to go&lt;br /&gt;If i were to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;What would you think?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the courage.&lt;br /&gt;If you were to go,&lt;br /&gt;If you were to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to send you away&lt;br /&gt;It keeps hanging on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know i am a fool and can only watch you from afar&lt;br /&gt;Your heart may look away from me…&lt;br /&gt;And so we could even become strangers&lt;br /&gt;Just like a fool i can’t even say that i love you because …&lt;br /&gt;We’re afraid the wait that comes upon us&lt;br /&gt;After we meet will be painful and sad.&lt;br /&gt;If you were to comeTo come near me.&lt;br /&gt;What would i do ?&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Because im like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i know looking is all i can do&lt;br /&gt;Your heart may look away from me&lt;br /&gt;And so we could even become strangers&lt;br /&gt;Just like a fool i can’t even say that i love you because….&lt;br /&gt;We’re afraid the wait that comes upon us&lt;br /&gt;After we meet will be painful and sad&lt;br /&gt;Because i’m like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Even though i can’t say i love you&lt;br /&gt;We’re afraid the wait that comes upon us&lt;br /&gt;After we meet will be painful and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-969487661204880586?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/969487661204880586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=969487661204880586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/969487661204880586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/969487661204880586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/tae-yeon-if.html' title='Tae Yeon - If'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7158560562516039759</id><published>2008-06-02T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:28:27.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more admin!!!</title><content type='html'>I think I am blessed. Mwahaha. Today's a great day. Managed to clear all the thorny issues =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 big headaches at the start of the day. 1 was my Japanese grade. I got a D+ for that when I checked on Friday night. =(. Totally down lar. Rechecked on Friday and it was still the same grade. Saturday was no different. Arrgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was, I was sick for the finals. However I submitted a special considerations form to the school with my doctor's blessing in the form of his endorsement. He stated in the form that I had a high fever and was unable to take the exams. I had thought that I was covered and the results of my japanese would not be taken into account. Imagine my horror and anguish when I saw the big fat D+ on the screen. Watched many horror shows before, including hits like shutter and scary movie, but none, absolutely none was as horrifying as the D+ I saw on the computer screen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have it though, the school admin called me today and told me they wanted to send me an email regarding the special considerations board outcome but had some email glitches. I got the email today and it gave me 2 options. 1 was the granting of an Incomplete (IC) grade, which meant my CAP would not be affected. The other option was to keep my current grade. No prizes to guess which option I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thorny issue, my SEP application, is finally completed. YEAH!!! Ok still got module mapping to go and also JASSO scholarship results won't be out for a while, but still, no more pain in the arse. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaes going off to eat Japanese dinner with parents soon. Ta tas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7158560562516039759?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7158560562516039759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7158560562516039759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7158560562516039759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7158560562516039759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-admin.html' title='No more admin!!!'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6253761195002270398</id><published>2008-06-01T04:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T05:04:57.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>風味道 愛してる</title><content type='html'>Current favourite MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;風味道 愛してる&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LV4G8Gsu8Eg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LV4G8Gsu8Eg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having problems pasting over the lyrics. I can't seem to be able to select the lyrics on the lyrics page and therefore can't paste it here. Can go to the below website instead for the lyrics though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utamap.com/showkasi.php?surl=A01795"&gt;http://www.utamap.com/showkasi.php?surl=A01795&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows how to paste the lyrics on my blog, please let me know k. お願いします&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6253761195002270398?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6253761195002270398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6253761195002270398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6253761195002270398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6253761195002270398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='風味道 愛してる'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-9114141368885485970</id><published>2008-05-31T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:50:25.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Risk and Rewards</title><content type='html'>There's been something that's been on my mind for quite awhile. Something I wanted to just let it out, but dunno how to express it. But, heck it lar, gonna just do what I gotta do. This post is not abt anything I did today. Today was fun btw, went work, learnt new stuff, went sado performance, ate lots and lots of sashimi and basically the day just whizzed by fast. Funny how time always pass so fast when one is having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaes I guess that's the update for today. Next gonna broach on the topic of risk and rewards. Learnt about that in my finacial economics class a while back. When we have maximised our returns already, the only way to increase rewards is to take on additional risk. Using stocks and shares to illustrate; One can always buy more shares and hope they rise in price to earn more money. However, this comes at a risk. Just as shares may rise, so there's a chance they may drop in value. A person with a greater amount of stocks would get burnt faster too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the next thing, risk adversity. I am a tremendously risk adverse person. In other words, I find losses so much more painful than gains. Experienced it b4 n wouldn't want myself nor others to feel the same way. That's why, research is always done on the stocks before commitment. Sometimes this may take too long. So long that the stock may no longer be there, or someone has bought it. What's left is regret for not buying the stock earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet if I rush in eyes close without enuff research, and buy the share, the outcome maybe worse. I may end up rueing myself for wasting my funds on this share when another share may have more attractive prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes it's best not to be caught up in this game. From the outside everything looks so nice and peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-9114141368885485970?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/9114141368885485970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=9114141368885485970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9114141368885485970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9114141368885485970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/05/risk-and-rewards.html' title='Risk and Rewards'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-9119433192254343102</id><published>2008-05-29T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:07:42.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales</title><content type='html'>In a way, I like working, alot. Exposed to new stuff everyday, learn new things everyday, many of these can't be taught nor simulated in school. The stakes are different. In school, if 1 doesn't like the other party, can always find ways to avoid that person, maybe take another detour to reach a destination if the 'undesired' person is in the horizon or attend different courses, etc.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a job is different. Colleagues are fixed and it is almost impossible to avoid them over the course of work. Management of relationship then becomes important. I suspect, this is also 1 cause of office politics, when 2 parties do not like each other. I noticed also that this is usually more relevant to gals than guys. No disrespect to gals, but I think this is more attributed to the genes. Gals on average are generally more emotional than guys. And emotional in the workplace is NOT a dirty word as I will attempt to explain further below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so much for the intro, actually what I wanted to write today is a small incident that happened today. I got a suitable job for my fren. It's an administrative job cum scanning and pasting receipt job. Pay's alright but my fren's concern was that it is a monotoneous job which doesn't offer him a chance to learn much from it. At first tried to convince him cos partly I know he needed a job and partly cos the pay's not bad but after he told me his concerns I kinda agreed with him and didn't insist on it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my supervisor abt it and she called him to try persuading him to change his mind. Lo and behold, she succeeded. It's the same job that both me and her tried to offer my fren. He accepted it when she called him but rejected mine. My concern's this, how did she do it? She didn't tell me much later on except saying that I dun have to worry anything as it's settled. Checked with my fren n he told me everything. Her persuasive powers are wonderful, coupled with the right emotional vocal tone (She tehhed my fren basically). Killer combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of sales marketing. With the correct sales pitch, 1 can sell the same product to the same person even when that person had originally rejected the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to level up my skills...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-9119433192254343102?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/9119433192254343102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=9119433192254343102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9119433192254343102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9119433192254343102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/05/sales.html' title='Sales'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7386698367910605364</id><published>2008-05-28T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:17:46.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Time Job</title><content type='html'>Hmm been a while since I last updated my blog. Lo and behold the curse of the lazy bug has struck again. Actually was planning to update my blog regarding the tioman trip. Think I shall put that on hold first bah. Alot of things to say for that and now's not the time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just started on my part time job. Got a job. Woohoo =p. Dunnid to worry about doing nothing this break. Dunnid to have to feel bad abt slacking. Haha, currently working in a job recruitment agency, business edge, (BE). The way I got this job is almost unbelieveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going around looking for job with Cheong last week. We went Adecco first, then BE. Adecco's service was nice. The staff were courteous polite and they even called me back with an offer the following day. Sadly the followup was too slow. Otherwise, I may have ended up in another place. Oh well, dun think I have any regrets at the moment anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to BE. Actually was just going to BE to help me look for a job. Somehow, the staff who interviewed me, turned out to be my current supervisor. World's strange. Ended up working for the place I looked to to help me find a job. tt's not all. Getting this job is a miracle in itself. BE actually only employs females. Apparently I was the only guy employed there.(And NO!!! I am not a female nor feminie in anyway in case u happen to have that misconstrued idea. U are looking at a MAN'S MAN here) Ok there is another guy, but he's special. Son of boss. Nice chap btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I shouldn't be there is the post I am sitting on is supposedly for a pernament staff, and I am working only till school starts, ie temporary basis. I guess they wanted continuity but they won't get it with hiring a temp. Ok all this sounds fine and sunny( hmm I think I am beginning to use my fren's quote le shyt) except that the reason I got hired was becos my supervisor really wanted me there. Not kidding here Apparently she had a quarrel with the boss to get me after breaking these 2 sacred rules. Of course I only knew that cos she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... dilemma time. After telling me all these, (and she seemed very sincere when she said it as well as everything else) I really really dunnoe wat to do. On the 1 hand, I was waiting for the adecco job that promises to pay me up to 1.4k a month but somehow, their confirmation is taking forever. On the other hand I have this job in my grasp. Though it pays me a crappy $6.50/ hr but I am promised that I wld be taught alot of stuff. It's close to my house and there's no dress code. Of course, I am also constantly psychoed by her to join. Haha guess what I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basket I think I am a sucker for accepting this low paying job with many office politics. (For one, I think some in the office are unhappy that I am inside, jsut tt they dun show it to me. And if I work OT, I won't get nothing even though I am on hourly pay) And yet, somehow, this maybe one of my better choices afterall, cos the office pple can be quite nice n in a way, it's nice to work in a place when one feels appreciated. (Basket, I am a sucker after all!! =p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7386698367910605364?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7386698367910605364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7386698367910605364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7386698367910605364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7386698367910605364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-time-job.html' title='Part Time Job'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3421274923736544155</id><published>2008-05-06T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:21:17.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Root of Three</title><content type='html'>Just saw Harold &amp;amp; Kumar last night. Man it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning spoilers ahead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many sterotypes, when kumar walks through airport security he is stopped for a 'random' airport security check, or they actually used an interpreter to talk to Harold's parents in some weird pronunciation Korean slang only for his parents to reply back in perfect English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the new trend that the show is promoting though. Why go to a topless party, it's atrocious, it's so freaking common. Want the real thing, start a bottomless party instead. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man this show is not about just comedy. Teaches many life skills. Like the next time u are accused of being a hypocrite, this show equips one with a very strong rebuttal. So strong is the rebuttal that I think I should not put up on this blog. Must see the show yourselves to learn the fine arts of defending yourself. Ok just a hint. Something to do with cockmeat sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing about the show, is this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Square Root of Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that I will always be&lt;br /&gt;A lonely number like root three&lt;br /&gt;A three is all that's good and right,&lt;br /&gt;Why must my three keep out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Beneath a vicious square root sign,&lt;br /&gt;I wish instead I were a nine&lt;br /&gt;For nine could thwart this evil trick,&lt;br /&gt;with just some quick arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321&lt;br /&gt;Such is my reality, a sad irrationality&lt;br /&gt;When hark! What is this I see,&lt;br /&gt;Another square root of a three&lt;br /&gt;Has quietly come waltzing by,&lt;br /&gt;Together now we multiply&lt;br /&gt;To form a number we prefer,&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing as an integer&lt;br /&gt;We break free from our mortal bonds&lt;br /&gt;And with a wave of magic wands&lt;br /&gt;Our square root signs become unglued&lt;br /&gt;And love for me has been renewed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3421274923736544155?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3421274923736544155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3421274923736544155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3421274923736544155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3421274923736544155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/05/square-root-of-three.html' title='Square Root of Three'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7396304024796008691</id><published>2008-04-17T08:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:38:51.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral</title><content type='html'>Oral test...... FINISHED!!! This unfortunately describes both the status of the test as well as my performance on the test. Arrrgggghhh, major problems here. Problems speaking in japanese, problems with both forming sentences without any grammatical mistakes as well as translating english into japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after a long 1 and a half year of japanese learning, I still dun feel confident at all speaking in that language. It's always like, someone talks to me in japanese. Then i try replying back in the same tongue, but I paused too long, too many erhms, arh, sh**. Totally frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Textbooks, practises in class can help me improve japanese by only so much. the translations　in textbooks are not always correct. An example of this is 申し込みます. Textbook translate this into "to apply for" but it can also mean propose, as in propose a marriage to someone. Practises in classes are always too short anyway. Too short a time to really learn the proper way of using the various vocabs as well as sentence structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I thought of a new way to improve my japapnese =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;じゃ、続けよう？今度は日本語しか使わない。上に英語と書いてあるとおりに、日本語に翻訳する。&lt;br /&gt;オーラルの試験もう終わった！！残念だけど、「終わった」は試験は続けなくてもよくて、俺の気持ちが悪いと二つ言う意味だ。ああああ。。。大変だ。日本語で話すのは問題だ。文法的な誤りがないで、文を作ったり、簡単な英語を日本語に翻訳したりするのは問題なんだ！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一年半間日本語を勉強しても、俺は日本語を使うのはぜんぜん自信がない。いつも誰かに日本語で話されたとき、俺は同じ語で答えしたいけど、日本語で考えるのは遅くて、話すと、たくさん「Erhm」と「Arh」を使う。いらだたしい！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;確かに教科書とか日本語授業のときの練習とかは日本語の役に立つけど、悪いところもある。教科書の英訳は詳しくない。例えば、「申し込みます」は教科書で「Apply for,enter for」と言う意味だけど、ほかの意味もある。授業で練習する時間はちょっと短い。短ければ、正し言葉を使い方と文型を使い方はちょっと難しい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ああ、やっと和訳が終わったね。。。。じゃ今からアニメを見ろ。じゃね。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7396304024796008691?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7396304024796008691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7396304024796008691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7396304024796008691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7396304024796008691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/04/oral_17.html' title='Oral'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7569775554327836649</id><published>2008-04-16T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:16:21.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oralの試験の前に</title><content type='html'>明日はOralの試験だから、今日は日本語しか使わないよ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oralの準備は大変だったよ。昼は初めにパートナーとOralの試験を練習した．日本語はまだ勉強するし、いつも言葉は俺の弱点だから，いろいろな文型をあまり作らないよ。日本語を使うと、頭がだんだん痛くなった。ちょっと諦めたいつもりだと思ってる。難しいよ、日本語は。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でもね、いくら難しくても、彼女を思い出すと、モチベーションが戻る。そうだね、俺はどうして日本語を習って、どうして諦めないかなああ。。。CAPじゃなくて、相手に勝たなくて。俺は捜してる、夢を、彼女を。もし日本語をやめれば、ずっと夢が実現しないと思う。確かに日本語を続ければ、多分夢も実現しない課も知れないけど、今出来るだけは日本語を勉強して、きっと奇跡が起こるよ！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7569775554327836649?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7569775554327836649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7569775554327836649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7569775554327836649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7569775554327836649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/04/oral.html' title='Oralの試験の前に'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3322516176301816379</id><published>2008-04-10T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:47:02.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.... at last</title><content type='html'>Finally back eh. =) After a long layoff. Kinda tied down with work and also lost motivation to blog. There are many things I wanna say, wanna write but I realise that doing it through a blog is not a good idea. Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just a small reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 DAYS TO FINALS!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Arrrgghh. I think I am gonna be screwed badly this round. Too little time, too many things to do and too much distractions too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till another time then. Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3322516176301816379?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3322516176301816379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3322516176301816379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3322516176301816379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3322516176301816379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-at-last.html' title='Back.... at last'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-2237914603531203645</id><published>2008-02-20T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:38:40.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>俺様の夢</title><content type='html'>俺様の夢はもう一度ひとみさんに会うことだ。二年前に、初めて彼女に会った。あの時、彼女はシンガポールへ見学しに来た。色々なところを案内しながら、彼女とおしゃべりした。俺様の日本語もあまり話せなかったし、彼女も英語が少ししか話せないし、会話はとても難しかった。でも楽しかった。ひとみさんはいつも明るかったんだ。彼女に話すと、いつも嬉しくなった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;残念なことは彼女のEメールと住所の聞くことを忘れちゃった。かのじょは広島に住んでいることしか知らない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ぜひいつかひとみさんに会ったり、日本語で話したりしたい。この日着くまで、俺様の夢を絶対に忘れない。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-2237914603531203645?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2237914603531203645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=2237914603531203645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2237914603531203645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2237914603531203645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_20.html' title='俺様の夢'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-8597282045196438256</id><published>2008-02-18T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:55:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u know</title><content type='html'>Been awhile since i wrote anything here. Been thinking about things lately. None of them really that uplifting, so I shall not say it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thnx to frens who tried cheering me up. =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know where you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the things that life is showing you&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know...?&lt;br /&gt;Do you get&lt;br /&gt;What you're hoping for&lt;br /&gt;When you look behind you&lt;br /&gt;There's no open door&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-8597282045196438256?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/8597282045196438256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=8597282045196438256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8597282045196438256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8597282045196438256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-u-know.html' title='Do u know'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-9039404058613978790</id><published>2008-02-08T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:21:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just 4 words today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R6s7_bsCycI/AAAAAAAAACg/qIAT5uBLtMI/s1600-h/happy+new+year(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164287358660692418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R6s7_bsCycI/AAAAAAAAACg/qIAT5uBLtMI/s320/happy+new+year(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Various new year greetings tt the liondance at my church did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R6s7nbsCybI/AAAAAAAAACY/oSbbc8-oq-4/s1600-h/Cai+wang(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164286946343831986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R6s7nbsCybI/AAAAAAAAACY/oSbbc8-oq-4/s320/Cai+wang(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Supposedly if u pray real hard, a 4D number will appear. Can u spot the 4D no.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-9039404058613978790?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/9039404058613978790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=9039404058613978790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9039404058613978790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9039404058613978790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5o_49GO1raU/R6s7_bsCycI/AAAAAAAAACg/qIAT5uBLtMI/s72-c/happy+new+year(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-8424015388501665073</id><published>2008-02-06T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:28:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Dinner</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year's here again!! Used to like it alot when I was young. I have alot of relatives from my mum's side. Around 5 uncles and 3 aunties. Also as my mum's the youngest amogst her siblings, most of my cousins are already married. This means alot of ang paos for me. Not to mention the fact as I was the oungest amongst my cousins, I also get doted alot by my uncles and aunties. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, this year's... different... Just had my reunion dinner. My granny used to cook for the reunion dinner. Big prawns, crabs, shark fins, my favourite shitake mushrooms in soya sauce, kai lan. Every year without fail we would eat together for our reunion dinner and my grandma, no matter how old and tired she maybe, would definitely cook. Then after we would eat in the kitchen, the 4 of us. Sometimes, my uncle wld pop by and there wld be 5 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, there's only 3.... Kinda empty feeling. I never had reunion dinner with just my parents alone. I remembered how my granny would scoop up 1 bowl of sharksfin for me, Then, halfway thru, seeing that I had already gleefully devoured down my bowl, she would get up and ever so discreetly, refilled my bowl again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always say tt reunion dinner is a time when everyone comes back home for a meal. A time to meet up. But I know tt's not true. Sometimes, they won't be coming back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-8424015388501665073?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/8424015388501665073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=8424015388501665073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8424015388501665073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8424015388501665073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/reunion-dinner.html' title='Reunion Dinner'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3184359084231658225</id><published>2008-02-05T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:59:55.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>すてき だ ね</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally got 1 letter of recommendation from my sensei. 1 down another letter to go. Man lotsa things to do and yet I am sooooo unmotivated. Sigh I think i strive on pressure. If it's not last minute I won't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly wanted to listen to this song. Love FF X. Brings back memories of days long gone. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;すてき だ ね (Suteki da ne - Isn't it Wonderful?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uYQ6PpPEmg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uYQ6PpPEmg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suteki da ne&lt;br /&gt;futari te wo tori aruketa nara ikitai yo&lt;br /&gt;kimi no machi ie ude no naka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't it beautiful, to walk together in each others hands&lt;br /&gt;I do so want to go,&lt;br /&gt;To your city, your house, into your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sono kao&lt;br /&gt;sotto furete&lt;br /&gt;asa ni tokeru&lt;br /&gt;yumemiru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That face,&lt;br /&gt;A soft touch,&lt;br /&gt;Dissolving into morning,&lt;br /&gt;I dream.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3184359084231658225?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3184359084231658225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3184359084231658225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3184359084231658225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3184359084231658225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='すてき だ ね'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7694786327505154726</id><published>2008-02-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:27:13.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's flyinnggg....</title><content type='html'>Time flies real fast these days. My weekends just zoomed by. All I remembered was me reading 1 or 2 notes, going gym, watching soccer, occassional rests in between and it's suddenly Monday again. Ok so maybe the occassional rest was more frequent and things like meals take an hour on average, but still, time just flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good school day. Though long day again but time also just fly right by and before I know it I am home =p. 2 more school hours to super long holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes just have to let it go. Like a butterfly, clench it tight in your hands and you may actually crush it. Let it go, and hey, it may actually land back on your palm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7694786327505154726?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7694786327505154726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7694786327505154726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7694786327505154726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7694786327505154726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-flyinnggg.html' title='It&apos;s flyinnggg....'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6674625353873883879</id><published>2008-02-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:16:51.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affectivity</title><content type='html'>Learnt something interesting in my gem module today. Ever wondered why some people are always cheerful whole day? While others are forever grumpy? Or that some people always see the bright side of things, while others just seem to be able to spot the little black speck in an otherwise snow white board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer... well can be attributed to one's genes. Or rather, the personality trait is inborn. Positive affectivity (PA) people have the tendency to experience positive emotional states. For instance, winning a game in mahjiong can bring them joy. These PA people tend to be optimistic, outgoing, energised and sociable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative affectivity (NA) people have the tendency to experience negative emotional states. For instance, using the mahjiong analogy, though he/she may have won a game, but the winning amount is small and the person may feel frustrated at wasting his chance instead. These NA people tend to be unhappy, keep to himself/herself, complain alot and feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this kinda make NA pple look bad, actually both NA and PA pple have their strengths. For one, NA pple who tend to see the worst case scenario maybe more meticulous in their work and they maybe more insulated from shocks when things go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, statistically wise, most pple (Around 70%) lies in the middle of the spectrum between PA and NA, meaning we share some of the attributes from both groups of pple. And it is also possible to shift our orientation from 1 affective state to the other, albeit over a long period of time. This shift maybe due to our environment as well as the experiences we encountered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tt's why as pple gets older they tend to laugh less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6674625353873883879?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6674625353873883879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6674625353873883879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6674625353873883879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6674625353873883879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/affectivity.html' title='Affectivity'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6936057643046982163</id><published>2008-02-01T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:49:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggages</title><content type='html'>Baggages.... Kinda getting alotta baggages these days. Tried to throw them away and it feels good for awhile. But u know, its funny how they often come finding their rightful owner. It's like they have a life of their own. Tried sometimes to lessen the load of others by holding onto theirs for awhile. I dun like telling them tt when I am doing btw, cos I feel there's no need to. If I do it tt's cos I wanna do it. We are frens. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I dun like it when others end up taking what I am doing for granted. Sometimes they even turn around and throw some knives over. I just dun understand, must pple hurt others just so they can feel better. Does punching someone's face really relieves the anger inside oneself. Or does talking bad about others really make one feel superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad isn't it, if one is to base one's happiness on others misery. Basing my joy at the expanse of others is something I would never wanna do. I think I would rather lose out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are some things tt I guard jealously close to my heart and some things which though is also impt, I am willing to let go of them in order to preserve the truly impt things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6936057643046982163?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6936057643046982163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6936057643046982163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6936057643046982163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6936057643046982163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/baggages.html' title='Baggages'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4265198203929019760</id><published>2008-01-30T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:49:21.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy day</title><content type='html'>Terrible day today. Woke up feeling like a zombie. Think sleeping for 4hrs for the past 2 days is taking its toll on me. Was actually planning to sleep abit more today but then suddenly last night was told tt I needed to go school easly to help out in some stuff. To make matters worse, was told that my help was actually not needed after I got school early. Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese lesson was kinda bad today too. Partly cos I didn't really study and partly cos of my zombie mind n sitting position, I can't see the board clearly. The questions sensei asked, most of them got study before, but she said it fast and I always kana the difficult question. Sigh just one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kae going sleep le. Nidda recharge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4265198203929019760?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4265198203929019760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4265198203929019760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4265198203929019760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4265198203929019760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleepy-day.html' title='Sleepy day'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6974789460736200054</id><published>2008-01-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:22:28.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>international food fest</title><content type='html'>Shag. Haha first time stayed in school till 4am. Was preparing for the international food fest. Did the backdrop for the sado booth. Must say I am kinda proud of my work. Credit also goes to Zi bin, Tao and Jasmine who stayed back to help too. (If anyone have time tmr, Wednesday 30th, go central forum. Lotsa food and culture, Must try out the sado store too!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaes signing off for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6974789460736200054?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6974789460736200054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6974789460736200054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6974789460736200054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6974789460736200054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/international-food-fest.html' title='international food fest'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6637674979762889027</id><published>2008-01-26T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:15:59.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak Ends</title><content type='html'>Sigh, been awhile since I updated. The stress, I can see it coming. Time, sighss I want more of it. So many things to do and so little time. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some updates. Conducted first sado welcome tea. =) A lot of pple came. Its been a while since the sado room was so crowded. (thanks to all my frens tt came ^^ ) I wore a yukata again. Performed ubon with that. But its kinda hard to perform wearing the yukata. Have problems getting up cos the bottom area is kinda constricted. At least completed the whole ritual without too many errors. Must do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also won a wafugashi at the hoop throwing JSS game booth. Haha, the rice cake with seasame paste tasted good. Mans I feel like eating more of those mochi like sweets. お腹がすいているんだ   Hmm think i am going to raid the fridge now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies now needa get back to mugging. this sems sucks =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;あぁもっと　抱きしめたいよ　&lt;br /&gt;その向こうがもしも暗くてかすんでても　&lt;br /&gt;絶望が待っててもまもりたい　何もかも失くしてでも&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6637674979762889027?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6637674979762889027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6637674979762889027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6637674979762889027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6637674979762889027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/weak-ends.html' title='Weak Ends'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-213937854991683286</id><published>2008-01-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:20:11.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawaii sempai</title><content type='html'>Mans have been snacking on pineapple tarts again. Another tartbox bites the dust. Arrgh cannot this gotta stop. Getting fat le. But then again because I finished the tarts already, there aren't anymore distraction left for me. Mwahah actually tt's my plan along, getting rid of distractions by eating all of them =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways went school today to man sado booth. Haha was glad to see June today. Very long never see her le. She still looks as kawaii as before. She's still the same cheerful, just tt I find her abit not as happy as before le. Think tt's part of growing up? The more one experiences, the more unhappy things happen and the more sad one becomes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I still think its up to the individual to decide how they wanna feel bahs. Everyone can control their own destiny =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happiness is seeing u smile. Joy is making u smile. Elation is u making me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-213937854991683286?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/213937854991683286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=213937854991683286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/213937854991683286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/213937854991683286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/kawaii-sempai.html' title='Kawaii sempai'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-2915696287481511837</id><published>2008-01-20T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:40:36.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>笑</title><content type='html'>Hmm don't feel like writing much today. So gonna do what I do when i dun like to write. Yup guessed it right, putting up a MTV instead. The wonders of youtube =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this MTV is very uplifting. For everyone who has a long day =p. Hope everyone stay happy always.   waratte or 笑ってmeans "please smile" in japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ai Otsuka - Smily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cLcCCiXG1I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cLcCCiXG1I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ぜひみんなも毎日笑っている&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-2915696287481511837?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2915696287481511837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=2915696287481511837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2915696287481511837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2915696287481511837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/ai-otsuka-smily.html' title='笑'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1554317628762032632</id><published>2008-01-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:54:58.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays</title><content type='html'>Aarhh Saturdays. I love Saturdays. Can laze around knowing there's always Sundays left for any important stuff. Did abit of spring cleaning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also ate lots of pineapple cookies. Finished the whole box of 40 cookies that I bought 2 days ago!! Arrghh, this is bad, those cookies are insanely addictive. Think I nidda go work off the extra fats =(. On the bright side, at least I won't be tempted by the cookies anymore. Gives me more room for my chocolate loveletters now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried studying abit also. Micro is 1 tough nut to crack. The micro lecture covered only a few slide and yet that's like 4 chapters worth if I followed the Varian txtbook. Shucks, I have to stop falling asleep after every 5min of reading the txtbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man am i hungry now. Think the swimming earlier must have heighten my metabolism rate. Kaes, off for some supper now. Seeya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1554317628762032632?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1554317628762032632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1554317628762032632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1554317628762032632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1554317628762032632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1492114530787180402</id><published>2008-01-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:35:03.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKENDS!!!</title><content type='html'>Man its the WEEKENDSSSS!!!! Woah time flies. Kinda feeling contrasting feelings now. Glad that its the weekends. Can clear my backlog and like laze around eating pinapple tarts. (Man those little bright yellow pastries sure are addictive. Once u start, can't seem to stop. I like the pineapple paste especially, mmmhh so sinfully sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I am abit worried. This sems seems very rush. Kept feeling that I do not have enough time. This week was packed with lessons, meeting frens, buying txtbooks, going for sado. Didn't have the time to read those library books I borrowed nor do any revision. N its only the first week. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways was running at my canal downstairs when I met my fren running also. Didn't talked to him cos we were running in opposite directions. Did a low five as we passed each other though. =p Talk about a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaes, going off to enjoy what's left of my friday night. Seeya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1492114530787180402?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1492114530787180402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1492114530787180402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1492114530787180402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1492114530787180402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekends.html' title='WEEKENDS!!!'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1358345813819687029</id><published>2008-01-17T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:27:31.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright n Sunny</title><content type='html'>*Inhales deeply* Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh the air feels fresh today =p. Woke up this morning and its all bright and sunny. Actually wanted to laze around in the house reading newspaper and eating breakfast, but decided that I shouldn't slack around. The pool downstairs looked very inviting, with crystal clear blue waters and it's empty. Finally can hog the pool. Swam and a grand total of..... 6 laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its to school. Celebrated jj's b day at coffeeexpress. Happy B day JJ!!!!! *pops streamers and let goes balloon* U are old le arh. Oops I mean 23 years old. Typed too fast. Hope u get all As for your mods this sems again. (Lucky I didn't take the same mod as u this sems otherwise I wld be stressed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to thank my very very good fren here. Haha I think the talk we had last night finally cleared my mind. Too bad as a result, u had to start your assignment at 3am last night. Kinda feel bad arh. Tell u wat. Next time if u nid someone to drink your suan tian ku la at your wedding can always come find me. I shall help u find some poor souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1358345813819687029?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1358345813819687029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1358345813819687029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1358345813819687029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1358345813819687029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/bright-n-sunny.html' title='Bright n Sunny'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-2794449520807293767</id><published>2008-01-17T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:49:51.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botak Jones</title><content type='html'>Today's quite a day. Lecture in the morning then went clementi to get txtbooks and eat lunch. Can't believed we actually spent like 2 or 3 hours there talking cock lar. Kaes most of them were directed at me, (I think its the purple polo shirt I was wearing today. Somehow my brightly coloured polo shirt can start topics on sexual orientation) but I was glad tt I didn't have to go down alone. wk graciously came down along with me too. mwahaha. The most impt thing abt dying is that cannot die alone . Must always pull down someone tog. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese lecture today was kinda like mixed feelings. On the one hand, I am glad that I continued. Quite fun the lessons. On the other hand, I know its gonna be very tough cos not only are the lessons getting harder but I have many very smart pple around me. Went sushi Tei after lect. The food's not bad but the service is very terrible. U aren't supposed to chase your customers away even if its closing time le. But tt's exactly what they did. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frens, they are the best thing that can happen to me. But there are 1 or 2 of them who makes use of frenship to achieve his own selfish purpose. And I am totally appalled by this. Dun ever mistake my kindness for weakness or I shall make sure its not fun anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't want u to worry but I was glad when u did it anyway. That's enuff. U dun have to do anymore. I am content. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-2794449520807293767?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2794449520807293767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=2794449520807293767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2794449520807293767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/2794449520807293767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/botak-jones.html' title='Botak Jones'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1076986395972890456</id><published>2008-01-15T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:31:54.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free day</title><content type='html'>Free day today. It feels good to be able to wake up at 11am. Was supposed to sort out the admin stuff for my sep application. Realised there are many things I nidda do. Submit applications here, get letters of recommendations there. Argghh, hopefully can get them sorted out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ended up in the eastern side of singapore today. My neighbour wanted to collect some stuff over at aljunied and since I didn't want to stay at home, also went along. Ended up spending close to an hour at a busstop cos it was pouring heavily and we didn't bring along a brolly. Pretty erratic weather, these few days. Can be sorching hot 1 moment and pouring the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After collecting the stuffs, we ended up at MOF, parco bugis. The restuarant was quite empty when we got there. Just me, my neighbour and like 2 other groups of pple. Waiters and waitresses were basically standing around as they had nothing to do. Maybe that's why i felt kinda uneasy. Imagine having 6 pairs of eyes staring at u while u eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R4zCz68HNSI/AAAAAAAAACI/I6UILQtUuIo/s1600-h/Deserts(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155709870682879266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R4zCz68HNSI/AAAAAAAAACI/I6UILQtUuIo/s320/Deserts(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R4zCIq8HNRI/AAAAAAAAACA/78AxesgW9zY/s1600-h/Karaage+bento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155709127653537042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R4zCIq8HNRI/AAAAAAAAACA/78AxesgW9zY/s320/Karaage+bento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 Some pics to whet your appetite =p The egg was very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good week ahead everyone. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a pleasure when there's nothing at stake and I can do things I wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1076986395972890456?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1076986395972890456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1076986395972890456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1076986395972890456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1076986395972890456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/free-day.html' title='Free day'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5o_49GO1raU/R4zCz68HNSI/AAAAAAAAACI/I6UILQtUuIo/s72-c/Deserts(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4284353436552113174</id><published>2008-01-14T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:45:53.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day</title><content type='html'>Been a long day. Lucky just went out for a night run so kinda feel more refreshed now. School's started and it just gets more difficult from here on. Econs is worse than usual. Started hating the maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's something on my mind. Others or Self? I think its an easy choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;U acted like u dun care. But I know u care the most. Too bad I am bad person. And bad guys make pple sad. they make pple mad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4284353436552113174?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4284353436552113174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4284353436552113174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4284353436552113174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4284353436552113174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-day.html' title='Long day'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-8748792653123936022</id><published>2008-01-12T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:25:38.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy =p</title><content type='html'>Haha kinda in a very jubilant mood now. =p Just checked my mail. Got results for SEP application. Guess what....*Drums roll*..... *More Drums roll*..... *Even more drums roll*... (Ok I think u prob be tired of the drums roll le).... I AM SELECTED!!!!! Tokyo University of Foreign Studies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R4ezKq8HNOI/AAAAAAAAABo/GURKt8CROzY/s1600-h/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154285294455305442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R4ezKq8HNOI/AAAAAAAAABo/GURKt8CROzY/s320/smiley.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I actually thought I was a goner. Just last week my fren told me she was selected for SEP. And I didn't have any news of mine then. Since we were from the same fac, I thought that no news from the admin means I didn't get selected. Was kinda disappointed then. That's till I saw the mail today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, summer in Japan. Granted that I am going next year, but can't help feeling excited. Cherry blossoms, hot springs, and authentic japanese girls. Hmm, maybe I should visit Hiroshima while I am there too. Though chances are slim (like 1 in dunno how many million) maybe will be able to find Hitomi san. Nidda study really hard for japanese this sem and next le. My aim is not to malu infront of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk nidda come back to reality. There's still many admin stuffs i nidda settle. And I only passed my faculty selection. still nidda get approvals from the partner uni too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's wishing my frens who have been already selected for SEP that the overseas uni will also accept their application. And for those who are gonna apply this sems, best of luck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's weird. No matter how much I try to, I still can't get u outta my head. I just hope u be happy all day bah =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-8748792653123936022?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/8748792653123936022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=8748792653123936022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8748792653123936022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8748792653123936022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy.html' title='Happy =p'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R4ezKq8HNOI/AAAAAAAAABo/GURKt8CROzY/s72-c/smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4353610960489753481</id><published>2008-01-11T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:32:36.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Anger</title><content type='html'>Last night wasn't exactly a happy night. Got into a miscom with a fren and was kinda pissed with one of the remarks made. Called me an idiot and I was like why do u say that. Granted I was sprouting lame stuffs before that but I seriously dun think it warrants that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway to cut it short, we talked it out and everything's water under the bridge. (I dun know how u take it but I hope u have already forgotton the incident like I do k =p). I think the reason why this happened is cos pple dun know me well enough. Sometimes I do myself a disservice by not explaining certain things properly. And its kinda unfair to u when I am all smiley to everyone and ok with things pple throw my way, but when u do it, I flare up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's 2 reasons for getting angry. First I do get pissed at times when people start insulting me for no rythme or reason. If pple say I am noob cos I really suck at certain things, I am ok with it. In fact I will feel kinda glad that they take the trouble to point out my flaws. BUT I am not ok if pple insult me for no rythme or reason. Especially those that put others down so that they themselves can feel superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However that alone isn't enough piss me off so to speak. Anger is a terrible feeling actually. When I get angry, I feel my blood boiling. Like a volcano ready to erupt anytime. Unbearable at times. Sometimes it can consume my thoughts with nothing but revenge and hatred. Which is bad. It clouds my thinking too much making me irrational and too emotional at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I feel terrible about things pple whom I dun think much of say anyway. Doesn't make sense. Thus I learnt to ignore the comments of these pple. Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me. Indifference is my reply to them. But as for those who mean something to me, sometimes... (and I hate to admit it) words can be much more painful than sticks and stones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4353610960489753481?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4353610960489753481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4353610960489753481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4353610960489753481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4353610960489753481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/anger.html' title='A is for Anger'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4927676597430926515</id><published>2008-01-10T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:43:59.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pineapple tarts and sunflowers</title><content type='html'>Spent today reading, watching tv and eating pineapple tarts. They aren't exactly good but man are thy addictive. Once I start eating them, its hard to stop. Since I was kinda bored, tried my hand on writing a short story. Lol, its been a long time since I have written continous prose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Argh, why don’t they sell sunflowers here”, he mumbled to himself. “Now I hafta backtrack and its already 12:15.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clasped the flower in his hands, steadying the flower as the train moved on. Onlookers on the train were looking in the direction of the flower. He tried acting non-chalent, staring out of the train doors instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words still trembling , he tried smiling at her as he brought out his right hand. “This is for you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Actually I saw it already when you came in. But its lovely.” She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What would you like to order?” the waitress asked. “I would like black seasame paste”, he replied. “I want almond paste”, she followed. She took out her ipod. With 1 earpiece in her ear, and 1 in his, they listened for the next 10 min, sometimes laughing, sometimes with intense concentration and sometimes excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aaa, the shop’s opened”, She was elated. “PRETTY BOYS”. She started swooning over various pics. He walked slowly around the shop stopping briefly at the japanese girls pic section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the mirror in the lift. The reflection showed people, quite a few. The lift was crowded. And there was him, her and the sunflower clutched in her hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aaa, this book’s good. Wished I had more time. But nidda go. Meeting friends.” She said to him. He looked disappointed, but quickly recovered. “Sure”, he smiled. “Guess I would stay here awhile longer reading these books then....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4927676597430926515?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4927676597430926515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4927676597430926515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4927676597430926515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4927676597430926515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/pineapple-tarts-and-sunflowers.html' title='Pineapple tarts and sunflowers'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-368759332670850247</id><published>2008-01-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:50:05.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>Chalet ended. Haha kinda glad and sad that it ended. Glad cos finally get to catch up on sleep. Hmm had like only 3 hours of sleep for 2 days. So super shag now. Sad cos oh well, chalet ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways had lots of fun and learnt quite abit from this trip too. Mahjiong, bbq, gossiping about pple, bball and finally KTV. Actually didn't want go K. Cos already kinda zombie like the next day, but somehow managed to last throughout the session.  1 thing I am proud of is that my frens say my singing skills have improved. =p Of course. That's expected lar. There's nothing I can't do if I set out to accomplish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words, they aren't the only way to communicate. Body language, the tone of voice, songs, even look of the eyes. These actually say so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-368759332670850247?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/368759332670850247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=368759332670850247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/368759332670850247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/368759332670850247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-403294648191788091</id><published>2008-01-08T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:24:59.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modules</title><content type='html'>Hmm since its module bidding period now, thought I would give some of my views of the different modules availabe in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not all modules are created equal. Some like psych modules are more popular and require more bidding than points than others. Having said that, there are still pple bidding for the less popular mods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Although bid points are impt, mods aren't just bidded based on who have the highest points. Some mods have prerequisites, meaning that certain criteria must be met before one can actually bid for them. Usually the higher leveled mods have more prequisites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Different people are suited to different mod. Although there are pple who are so smart they can take on any mods, most of us are better suited to certain mods. For eg, mathematically inclined students are usually better at mods with figures than words. As such taking the wrong mods may result in less than perfect outcomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some mods appear easy but after taking them for a few weeks, the mods suddenly become harder than assumed. For eg, I thought that IT1001 Introduction to computing was an easy module. 80MCQ qns and can even bring all my notes and txtbooks into the exam hall. That's what I thought till the results come back.... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If a mod appears unsuitable, it maybe better to drop it early and find a replacement if possible. Dun think tt u are weak just cos u can't cope with it. It maybe just tt the mod does not suit u. Why drag the suffering longer anyway. I dun think doing that benefits either the student nor the course coordinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Consistent work is impt if u wanna get good results for a mod. Conscientiously attending lectures and doing tutorials beats craming down everything 1 day before the exam anytime. Although skipping one or 2 lessons may not affect the grades much, but not caring about the module for too long can have disastrous effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Frens taking the same mod can be a very tense thing to do. For one, grading's done on a bell curve. An A grade for 1 guy means 1 A grade less to give to others. What will pple do under such constraints whereby not everyone can be happy at the same time. Do they think of themselves first? Or others? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-403294648191788091?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/403294648191788091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=403294648191788091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/403294648191788091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/403294648191788091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/modules.html' title='Modules'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1305346314784111501</id><published>2008-01-06T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:47:40.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>彩虹</title><content type='html'>Hmm got lazy writing blog today. Writer's blues. Anyways have been listening to this song for quite a few times. Jay Chou's song, 彩虹. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAh_K4yb-k0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAh_K4yb-k0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;看不見妳的笑我怎麼睡得著 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;妳的聲音這麼近我卻抱不到 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;沒有地球太陽還是會繞 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;沒有理由我也能自己走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;妳要離開 我知道很簡單&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;妳說依賴 是我們的阻礙&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;就算放開 但能不能別沒收我的愛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;當作我最後才明白&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1305346314784111501?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1305346314784111501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1305346314784111501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1305346314784111501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1305346314784111501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='彩虹'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6241177805981297771</id><published>2008-01-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:27:31.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solemnisation</title><content type='html'>Realised that everyone has things that I can learn from. Things like fitness, diet, inference skills, social skills, mj tactics and finally today, I learnt abit of love and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed my fren's solemnisation ceremony this afternoon. It's kinda weird. Cos I had known about this ceremony way in advance (like 3 weeks back), but hearing he's getting married is one thing, actually seeing it happening before my eyes is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems not so long ago that we were both in school, he's the single carefree heck care authority guy and now with a snap of the fingers, he's married and gonna be a father soon. Giving up all that freedom so as to be with his other half for life. That takes alot of maturity, love and also responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of a neighbour who liked the gal and the gal likes him as well, but he just refuses to go into a relationship cos he's afraid of commitment. Actually I dun think the issue lies with the commitment part. It's probably more of fearing that he or the girl may one day get hurt. He often tells me, "it's not that I dun want, but I am scared I may one day wake up and realise I dun like the gal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder, whether is it better to take a chance and experience the good side of love but risk hurting either parties or is it better to be 100% sure that no one ends up hurt. Anybody has any views to share? Can write on my tagboard =p. Just created it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6241177805981297771?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6241177805981297771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6241177805981297771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6241177805981297771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6241177805981297771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/solemnisation.html' title='Solemnisation'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6426111491726287419</id><published>2008-01-04T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:30:20.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B day</title><content type='html'>Went KTV at Chevron's today. haha was celebrating my frens' b day. Yup "frens' "with s first then apostrophe later. Must say that Chevron KTV totally changed. It now looks very posh, with an LCD flat screen, new red sofas and blue lightings. And the rates are quite cheap too. Charge by room, $16 per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to find one b day song for them but realised most b day songs are sad ones. Man how come such a happy occassion is usually accompanied by a sad emotion. No no no, things that have already past should stay where they belong, in the past. Must be forward looking k. Tomorrow will always be a brighter day. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my fren managed to find this happy b day song. Haha we sang this in the KTV. The one sang in KTV is a different version but this one is cuter. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYKt3SHG1LU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYKt3SHG1LU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6426111491726287419?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6426111491726287419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6426111491726287419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6426111491726287419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6426111491726287419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-b-day.html' title='Happy B day'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3124963260153958205</id><published>2008-01-01T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:33:34.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Went to Marina for the 2008 countdown yesterday. Man, the place was teeming with people. At around 9pm, the square outside Marina Square started filling up with pinciers and people sitting down. Close to 11pm, it was practically a sea of people. Its the same over at glutton's square. The crowd was amazing, its just people and more people whole field was just a sea of dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways had dinner with the econs people at MOF. Cos the place was crowded we got Alfresco sitting instead. After dinner wanted to go K intially. But man, hate the K box people. Super opportunists. Wanted to charge us $38 bucks per person for singing up till 11pm, that's around 2hrs of singing. Ended up at the arcade instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must say that 2008 isn't a bad year. I bought a new car. A sleek yellow Mazda. And a rarity too. One hardly sees RX7 around nowadays. Its usually the overhyped and equally overly sized RX8 cousin that seems to be the rage now. Haha anyway, Initial D ver 4 graphics is good. The screen is also big and the gearbox is on the bottom left, much more realistic than vers 3 when its at the left top. After playing this, I think i can throw away my vers 3 card. And i won my first 2 races against world class arcade competitors. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and of course the fireworks. The fireworks were great. Comes in many spectacular shapes heights and brightness. Heck, even the fireworks' reflection off the walls of the building glass looks good. Of course, even though the sight itself is awesome, being there together with good company makes it even more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3nCZq8HNNI/AAAAAAAAABg/C5V-YnceWLE/s1600-h/Happy_New_Year_by_clwoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150361395153810642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3nCZq8HNNI/AAAAAAAAABg/C5V-YnceWLE/s320/Happy_New_Year_by_clwoods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3124963260153958205?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3124963260153958205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3124963260153958205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3124963260153958205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3124963260153958205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5o_49GO1raU/R3nCZq8HNNI/AAAAAAAAABg/C5V-YnceWLE/s72-c/Happy_New_Year_by_clwoods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4014100973362171186</id><published>2007-12-31T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:04:58.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Wow, how fast time flies. Today's the the last day of 2007. Tmr's a brand new year, a fresh new start. A new year with fresh opportunities and possiblities. 2008 YEA!!! Here I come. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm but before going into the new year, I needa make some new year resolutions and hopefully i will be able to achieve them somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not to be lazy.&lt;/span&gt; This was inspired by my fren actually. But i realise that I tend to laze around too much at times when more useful stuffs can be achieved. (for eg: instead of lying on my bed on an early Sunday morning, I could be up and about on my x box). Of course the more serious interpretation would mean to follow through task wholeheartedly and not to give up halfway just because the task at hand looks hard and giving up is the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doing things because I think it's right, not becos its politically correct or cos I wanna score points with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Of course this doesn't mean I neglect the well being of other people. Just tt I dun wanna do things tt contradicts my beliefs. There will be times that this resolution would be bent though (for eg: doing tutorials, going for lectures and making frens with ah tiongs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Treasuing what I have&lt;/span&gt;. Life is funny. Usually when the person/thing is there, I tend not to notice it. Only when they are no longer around that I realise what I have lost. Still miss my grandma alot. That's why I am not gonna take anything for granted no more. This includes family, frens, and anything that is important to me. (That's why sometimes I refuse to play mj with frens. Dun wanna keep winning their money. Kinda feel sad for the losers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Making time for God&lt;/span&gt;. Nidda go church more regularly. Man I have frens who says things lik, "I have known u for over 10 years and I didn't know u are a catholic." Of course tt's not the main reason for me wanting go church. I wanna love God as much as he loves me, though he being God usually loves me more than I do him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being there for others.&lt;/span&gt; Start to realise now that what I do or not do can affect others. As such I wanna do things that makes others better off. (this does not apply to mahjiong though.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: This set of resolutions are all equally important and not ranked in anyway. I just wrote out what happens to come to my mind first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4014100973362171186?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4014100973362171186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4014100973362171186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4014100973362171186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4014100973362171186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-5116212610873258781</id><published>2007-12-29T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:46:54.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omedetou gozaimasu</title><content type='html'>Can't believe my fren's getting married at the ripe tender age of 22 years old. (Ok actually he's already married, done his ROM and already had the chinese dinner with his close family and relative) Just that his cocktail party for friends is next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3XeQK8HNLI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z4UUy0FT7aE/s1600-h/ist2_780582_wedding_couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149266118363788466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3XeQK8HNLI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z4UUy0FT7aE/s320/ist2_780582_wedding_couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well poor soul. Lol. As they always say, marriage is all about the 3 rings. First comes the engagement ring, then the wedding ring and finally the suffering. No more freedom, no more late night outings, no more guys only night le. But then again, even without this it's ok. As long as he loves his wife and his wife loves him, it's ok to give up everything else. Here's wishing SP² and SM² a life of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I am inspired by my fren to make a New Year resolution. We asked him why he wanted to get married so fast. He replied, " Just say that I was lazy... so got married" So now my new year resolution would be to not be lazy, no matter what le. Always get insurance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-5116212610873258781?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/5116212610873258781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=5116212610873258781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/5116212610873258781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/5116212610873258781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/omedetou-gozaimasu.html' title='Omedetou gozaimasu'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3XeQK8HNLI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z4UUy0FT7aE/s72-c/ist2_780582_wedding_couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-7706032591495018130</id><published>2007-12-28T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T02:06:27.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love actually</title><content type='html'>Just watched love actually on tv, together with my neighbour.... a guy. Looking back it looks kinda gay. 2 guys all alone in the living room, watching a romantic, heart warming christmas movie. (Hmm think all the living room lacks is a pair of lighted candles, some light smoothing music and maybe a bowl of popcorn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show tracks various couples and how their relationship changes over time. There's the British PM who falls in love with his catering manager. A married man who had a fling with his secretary only for his wife to find out. An old rock star who found his true love in a chubby man. A guy who has always been secretly in love with his best fren's new wife. Kinda confusing at first as the show introduces many cast in the beginning but it got better as the story progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must say the show seems uncannily familiar. Like how David (Hugh Grant) started acting weird whenever he's around Natalie, his crush. (fumbles over words, more hyper than usual, downcasted when he came into the room only to see the American president planting a kiss on Natalie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how Mark was out there infront of Juliet's house on a cold lonely x mas eve night, with a radio and poster boards. (Juliet just got married recently to Mark's best fren) As the radio played x mas carols, there he talked to Juliet without uttering a single word &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(using words written on poster boards ),&lt;/span&gt; "But for now, let me say - Without hope or agenda - Just because it's Christmas - And at Christmas you tell the truth - To me, you are perfect - And my wasted heart will love you - Until you look like this" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(shows a pic of a mummy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3PpLa8HNKI/AAAAAAAAABA/tXz6Tqfn7eg/s1600-h/to+me+u+are+perfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148715181433894050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3PpLa8HNKI/AAAAAAAAABA/tXz6Tqfn7eg/s320/to+me+u+are+perfect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also cameos by Rowan Atkinson (Mr Bean =p, but I still can't get used to him talking though. Feels kinda weird somehow. I think I prefer him silent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had watched this earlier, could things have been different? Well, at least its better late than never. Anyways I definitely recommend this show to everyone. For the singles, there are many hot chicks and hunks in there. For the attached, there are still many hot hunks and chicks in there. Just dun discuss about them too much k. =p. And for the married with kids, better get the censored version (just watch on chnnl 5 next time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-7706032591495018130?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7706032591495018130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=7706032591495018130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7706032591495018130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/7706032591495018130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-actually.html' title='Love actually'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3PpLa8HNKI/AAAAAAAAABA/tXz6Tqfn7eg/s72-c/to+me+u+are+perfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4124195725517433169</id><published>2007-12-26T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:35:30.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laws of Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3Hnna8HNGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yfCocwfOzKE/s1600-h/LOA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148150513493554274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3Hnna8HNGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yfCocwfOzKE/s200/LOA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was reading a book on "Law of Attraction Michael J Losier" today. Quite a useful and easy to read book with main points highlighted in summary pages. (Gasp its almost like a txtbook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, below are some of the contents I find very useful. (Hmm basically gonna rip wholesale from the book. Hopefully there won't be any weird lawsuits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of Law of attraction(LOA): &lt;em&gt;I attract to my life whatever I give my attention, energy and focus to, whether positive or negative.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOA gives u more of the same vibration u are sending, whether positive or negative. It simply responds to our vibration.&lt;/em&gt; Simply put if I am feeling bad, things happening around me won't be good. Like if I suddenly get PMS (If ever) suddenly everyone seems to avoid me. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you make a statement containing the words don't, not or no, you are actually giving attention and energy to what you don't want. Simply ask yourself, "SO WHAT DO I WANT?"&lt;/em&gt; (I wonder why i put caps for the last 5 words. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone has his own vibration.&lt;/em&gt; Usually when 2 person meet 2 things may happen. Either the person with positive vibes gets dragged down by the other person negative vibes, or the one with negative vibes gets a lift with a new dose of good energy. The important job of the positive vibe person is therefore not to run away at the first sight of a black fumed, death and decayed aura. Instead, if the other person is complaining about life, ask him/her questions like "So what do u want to do to make your life better?". This redirects his/her thoughts to positive energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm but think if i ever see a black omnious cloud of death and doom in the horizon, I think my first impulse would be to do an immediately 180 degree about turn, start whistling nonchalently and walk away real fast. Maybe adding a fart or 2 as I start walking in the hopes it will blow the cloud away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha just joking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4124195725517433169?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4124195725517433169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4124195725517433169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4124195725517433169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4124195725517433169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/laws-of-attraction.html' title='Laws of Attraction'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o_49GO1raU/R3Hnna8HNGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yfCocwfOzKE/s72-c/LOA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4036022975176307495</id><published>2007-12-25T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:41:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things for X mas!!</title><content type='html'>Wah X mas passed by real fast. Yesterday and today passed by real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this x mas experienced alot of first. Was my first time attending a church mass in chinese. Lol, I realised my chinese sucks. Basically a chinese mass is no different from an english mass except the language... (I think tt's a big diff somehow) And maybe the church goers too bah. Higher median age. Although I do see quite a few indians around. (I wonder if they knew chinese or they like me just blabber through the songs and creeds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides mass, also my first time eating chocolate fondue at Swenson's. Its like a rip off from Pizza hut, except instead of the cheese, dark melty chocolate with a candle below to keep it warm is used instead. Mmm, its good though, dip the banana slice into the hot dark melty chocolate, take it out and dunk it into the nuts bowl. Slowly roll the banana over to ensure that all its sides are evenly covered with peanuts and then just savour the taste. Heavenly =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom have anything I am proud of, but one of the few things I am proud of would be the friendship bonds I have with the rv pple and one talented-weather-forecastor-pseudo-rvian. Kinda amazing if I look back and see that most of these guys I wasn't really tt close in sec school but we got tog in jc for constant bball and even now during the holidays we meet up to play too. Anyway, Had my first steamboat party on x mas with them. Ate for 2 days running. From 11+pm x mas eve to x mas. Haha with games and gift exchange, its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a guitar for my x box. *Hint hint* to anyone who wanna get me a xmas gift. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4036022975176307495?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4036022975176307495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4036022975176307495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4036022975176307495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4036022975176307495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-things-for-x-mas.html' title='3 things for X mas!!'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-6021432053713255405</id><published>2007-12-23T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:16:02.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Finally got time to clear up my room today. I hate cleaning up rooms. (Maybe cos I always leave things lying ard so there's a lot of things to pack) Always try to procastinate if poss. But then again, today's kinda no choice. Tmr frens are coming over, so not good to show them my dirty room. (Just stuff everything under my bed and in my cupboard then hope they dun accidently see them) Nid to maintain my Xing Xiang too. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I started clearing up, throwing away lecture notes from last sems, folding my clothes properly, memories started flooding in. Hmm I wonder whether others do that too. I mean, things like a small note, some random drawings, even a black v necked shirt brings back various thoughts. I must say last sems is kinda like a roller coaster ride. Experienced the highest of highs, to the lowest of lows. I realise true frens are really impt and they will stick with u thru thick and thin. I also realise I nidda understand pple more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I refuse to elaborate on anything here. I guess online blogging and a personnal diary differs in the fact that blogging is for everyone to see. And cos its for everyone to see, there are things that a writer can't write on his blog. Things which may hurt others for one. Some very personnal things tt can't be shared to all is another. Some things once its written, wld come back huanting the writer for ever. That's why I must never submit to this impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I would say is that I wanna everyone to be happy, no matter what =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-6021432053713255405?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6021432053713255405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=6021432053713255405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6021432053713255405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/6021432053713255405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/room-cleaning.html' title='Room Cleaning'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-8947291761006911652</id><published>2007-12-23T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:13:08.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rounding up</title><content type='html'>Finally got some time for myself. Been very busy of late. What with Sado Sensei coming to school from Thurs to Sat, meeting up with frens to get presents for a fren who's getting married, tidying up my room for tmr's x mas steamboat party and getting my x box 360 rdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though shag, think I kinda enjoy it when the days are full of stuff to do. No time to waste around doing nothing. Makes life seem more meaningful. Kzz think I will try sleeping early tonight. Nidda recharge my brain power for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X MAS EVE STEAMBOAT PARTY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Merry X mas everyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-8947291761006911652?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/8947291761006911652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=8947291761006911652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8947291761006911652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8947291761006911652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/rounding-up.html' title='Rounding up'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-5117954478784836307</id><published>2007-12-20T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:24:27.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>知足</title><content type='html'>Just saw this song （五月-天知足）a few days ago. Looked very familiar cos I had a friend who had the same msn nick as the song title. Now I understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song has a nice melody and the pitch range seems not as wide as other songs. Yosh!! gonna learn this song for ktv next time. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dZ_CdoKuLs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dZ_CdoKuLs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;知足，期望不高，又何必失望。不失望又何必伤心或愤怒。所以你不需要难受，也不必道歉。&lt;br /&gt;知足常乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-5117954478784836307?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/5117954478784836307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=5117954478784836307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/5117954478784836307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/5117954478784836307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-saw-this-song-few-days-ago.html' title='知足'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3781289737395806955</id><published>2007-12-20T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T01:47:22.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Shopping shopping and more shopping today. Was supposed to meet up to get present for sensei who's coming tmr. Got to orchard early so decided to go far east to get some clothes. Fruitful shopping day. Got 2 polo shirts 1 pants and 1 berms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, its on to looking for a gift for sensei. Actually its kinda hard buying a gift for a 60+ year old japanese grandma. Its like, since she's already so old, most of the things we want to buy she already has. Originally wanted to get her a Burberry's handkerchief from DFS however burberry's no longer sells tt. Think after today, i will not step into a burberry shop for quite awhile. The prices are exorbitant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot of getting her a pillow from taka but then it would be hard for her to bring back to Japan. Slippers, those used in homes, are also a no no as there's a superstition tt giving shoes to others will send them away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally settled on a pretty orchid oranament crytal from Swarovski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果要让我活 请给我快乐苦痛，我从不怕爱过 只怕没爱过。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;只记得美好的回忆，其他都忘了。因为是爱，所以要快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3781289737395806955?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3781289737395806955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3781289737395806955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3781289737395806955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3781289737395806955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4695467741134185596</id><published>2007-12-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:27:00.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warlords 投名状</title><content type='html'>Just went to see the US$40 million blockbuster movie Warlords. Must say its awesome, fantastic!!! In a nutshell, I feel it has a balance of both action and emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many themes in the show. The idea of brotherhood, the morals vs survival conflict, adultry and of course politics. Of these themes, the moral vs survival conflict struck the deepest chord in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if u are a general leading 4000 men. U have only enuff provisions to last for 10 days and within that time, you need to be able to conquera city or u are screwed. Now u suddenly chanced upon another group of 4k men begging for food. What will u do? If u give them food your conscious will be clear, but your men will suffer. If u leave the new guys to die of hunger, there will be more food for your own men but can u live with the guilt of causing the death of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feel sorry for Cao Er-Hu (Andy Lau) though. He was a good men. Loved his wife, believed in his frens. But what was his reward? His wife maybe physically there, even acted as though she's concerned, but her mind was somewhere else... Be gone with the false pretense. Cos he gave his whole heart, the least she can do is say how she feels, be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If your heart's not in it for real, pls dun try to fake wat u dun feel. If the love's already gone, its not fair to lead me on, cos I wld give the whole world to u, anything u ask of me I do. But I won't ask u to stay, I rather walk away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4695467741134185596?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4695467741134185596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4695467741134185596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4695467741134185596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4695467741134185596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/warlords.html' title='Warlords 投名状'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-8037460353628231096</id><published>2007-12-18T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:47:10.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTV</title><content type='html'>Can't believe it siah. Haha went KTV for 5 hours today. KTV's fun even if there aren't many songs I can sing. Spent mostof my time sitting around, but I am absorbing new stuff. I always believe in diffusion, info flow to clever pple from even more clever pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm think I nid more singing practise. Anyone wanna K let me know k. But u guys better bring earplugs though, haha. My voice's terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, till next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally understand, loving someone is wanting u to be happy. And yet, I can't make u happy, I only make u sad. But I can tell you this from the bottom of my heart, " I love you".  And because I love u, I can't be with u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-8037460353628231096?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/8037460353628231096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=8037460353628231096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8037460353628231096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/8037460353628231096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/ktv.html' title='KTV'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1493773401837276368</id><published>2007-12-17T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:04:09.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>张学友 我真的受伤了</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just heard this song over at YES 93.3. Sometimes words alone can't express one's feelings. Maybe music can get thru to others where words can't... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GjthJRHEvc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GjthJRHEvc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;窗外阴天了 音乐低声了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我的心开始想你了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灯光也暗了 音乐低声了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;口中的棉花糖也融化了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;窗外阴天了 人是无聊了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我的心开始想你了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电话响起了 你要说话了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;还以为你心里对我又想念了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;怎么你声音变得冷淡了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;是你变了 是你变了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灯光熄灭了 音乐静止了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;滴下的眼泪已停不住了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;天下起雨了 人是不快乐 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我的心真的受伤了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电话响起了 你要说话了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;还以为你心里对我又想念了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;怎么你声音变得冷淡了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;是你变了 是你变了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灯光熄灭了 音乐静止了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;滴下的眼泪已停不住了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;天下起雨了 人是不快乐 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我的心真的受伤了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我的心真的受伤了 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky rocks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1493773401837276368?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1493773401837276368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1493773401837276368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1493773401837276368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1493773401837276368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='张学友 我真的受伤了'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-5930595048834007208</id><published>2007-12-16T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:14:08.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickup lines</title><content type='html'>No boring day narration today. Was thinking about pickup lines and whether they are actually useful or not. I mean, first impression counts alot, so if one can use words to make a good impression of oneself, then why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some I have seen and found. So far haven't tried any but it would be interesting to see what kinda reaction can be gotton after using these lines. Pls feel free to add any more good lines or give a comment on how u wld feel if the lines are used on u. =p I am thinking different pple may have different reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look familiar. Do i Know you?" (I have actually seen my fren used this b4. Must say was laughing non stop when I see him used it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be a thief cos u stole my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your legs must be tired, cos you've been running thru my mind all day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lost my phone no. Can I have yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you know CPR, cuz you take my breath away!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-5930595048834007208?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/5930595048834007208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=5930595048834007208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/5930595048834007208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/5930595048834007208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/pickup-lines.html' title='Pickup lines'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1020620902054099364</id><published>2007-12-15T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T09:54:55.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat and Pool</title><content type='html'>Hmm, let me start off this post by saying something obvious. Gals with rebonded hair look better than before their hair is rebonded. Add 50 bonus points to appeal score. Of course mine is graded on a 1000 points scale so ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K something random here. Let's all spend a moment praying for Yan Ye sis who's in hospital now. Sometimes depression can make one do funny things, things which one never do when wide awake. Been there knows how much it hurts but luckily my guy rationalty prevail over my erractic emotions. I guess it isn't bad trying out some stuffs. One learns from the experiences that one been through. (Heng I learnt most of my lessons from others misfortunes. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally had steamboat today. Wanted 1 after the midterms but everyone were busy then so was glad we met up today. Must say the food's quite hygenic and there's freeflow seafood. The food variety is limited. (brocolli, mushrooms, fishballs, meatballs, corns, eggs, egg tofus, prawns, crabs, humps, chicken,  pig liver and tt's about it). But since prawns and crabs are freeflow, let's not be so particular. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for desserts after steamboat then parted with some of them. Then it was pool at fusion pool. Played 2 hours or so. The place had a great ambience. Blue neon lights, a chill out bar, sofas, and the balls were quite smooth, without any holes or tiny craters. Of course every place isn't complete without a cute counter gal. I must say the place's quite complete. Must go there another time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pool its night rider home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;男人不坏女人不爱。この言葉は本当でも、僕も変わらない。それは僕じゃないから。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1020620902054099364?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1020620902054099364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1020620902054099364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1020620902054099364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1020620902054099364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/steamboat-and-pool.html' title='Steamboat and Pool'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-4617350534882717651</id><published>2007-12-14T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:09:16.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zooooooo!!</title><content type='html'>Weather today: Sunny with occassional breezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a busy day. Cos I am going to the Zooooooooooo!!! Helping out my fren bring some senior citizens on an excursion to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some supplies (pkt drinks &amp;amp; cakes) from NTUC in the morning b4 taking a sponsored taxi ride to the Moral Welfare Home. (somewhere near Telok Blangah) The old folks there, contrary to my initial tots, were pretty friendly and cheerful. Many approached us volunteers and shook our hands, some even gave a nice back pound massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being assigned to our elderly folk, it was time to board the bus and head to our destination - our very own, Singapore Zoo. Man i have trouble communicating with my attached elderly folk. She speaks canto and the other thing I know abt canto was "Auntie, nei seak bao mei?"(Have u eaten) and "Fan OK" (go home) Felt like a japanese tour guide all over again, using sign languages and the occassional nods and smiles to show that I don't know what u mean but I dun wanna be rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We toured almost the whole of the zoo and there were many interesting sights. Some cute chipmunks on serdiya (attention) position, zookeeper feeding tigers by throwing raw half chicken at them, sealion that can raise up its tail and balance only on its 2 front flippers (Man, the amt of gym training this little guy must have done). Last but not least, an elephant tt refuses to lie down and sleep cos she's not loving called "dear or "honey" by her rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also befriended this super hyper uncle. He's super enthu and kept asking me to take pictures of pelicans, sealions and elephants during the animal show. He also kept pestering me to help him get zoo pamphlets.... cos he wanted to give it as a present to ladies. Man this old guy's a flirt lar. He told me to take a pic together with the above average mcee lady after the animal show but I told him I was shy. Later his volunteer attached showed me a pic of him and the lady lar. Basket, he was grinning from ear to ear after I praised him, "Woah uncle di jing kiang leh" (Uncle u are very good). He's around 60+ years old btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm think I shall upload some pics of the zoo on fb sometime soon. Nidda sleep now. Ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-4617350534882717651?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4617350534882717651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=4617350534882717651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4617350534882717651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/4617350534882717651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/zooooooo.html' title='The Zooooooo!!'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-9193818675786384987</id><published>2007-12-12T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:24:55.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indispensables &amp; Irreplaceables</title><content type='html'>Had a mini debate with my neighbour today. We were talking about soccer (his pet topic, sometimes I think he's a soccer addict lar. Will give up going clubbing on sat for Man U matches, plays CM during his free time. Knows everything there is to know about players, including where they are from, their form and other little details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were talking about Arsenal and I was comenting on how Fabregas is more impt for Arsenal than Rooney and Ronaldo were, cos when Fab is out, Arsenal goes thru a bad patch, while when Rooney or Ronaldo's out, Man U can somehow survive. Then we started talking about irreplaceables and indispensables. That's when my neighbour and I had an arguement, no fist fights though, just with words (We are close frens =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dispensable, in football terms, means you can live with selling that player. Whereas replaceable means after the club sells a player, someone else is able to take over the sold player place and perform his duties. If a player's dispensable, he's replaceable" My neighbour explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no." I countered, " I agree with the dispensable part, but not the replaceable. A player maybe sold and the club may live with that, but that doesn't mean he could be replaced. For instance, when Man U sold Becks, yup, they got someone in but no one can substitute those pinpoint crosses that becks provided, so yea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This arguement struck a cord with me alot, cos when I was a NS clerk, I was stuck in the office for 2 years. I see people come and I see people go. Some people when they leave, though they have people to take over the job, they can never be replaced. The joys they bring, the amount of work they do, the frenships tt were made. Well those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, 1 day I too can reach to the stage where people will say, "u know, simplicit, there's no one who can ever replace u."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-9193818675786384987?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/9193818675786384987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=9193818675786384987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9193818675786384987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/9193818675786384987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/indispensables-irreplaceables.html' title='Indispensables &amp; Irreplaceables'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-3688738320789176412</id><published>2007-12-12T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:52:05.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast &amp; haircut</title><content type='html'>Hmm, another lazy day. Somehow days seem to pass very fast when I am slacking around. (Although days passed even faster when I have something to do). Not sure what time I woke up, but by the time I came back from market with breakfast in tow, its around 11am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was kinda enjoyable though. Had shui jiao tang, a bowl of quaker oats with milk, 2 half boiled eggs, 2 kraft cheese, 1 chocolate &amp;amp; peanut muesli bar, some grapes and a bottle of vitagen. My mum was commenting "wah how come u eat 1 breakfast use so many plates" Think I took close to an hour for breakfast, slowly munching thru the stuffs and reading newspapers simultaneously. Ah holidays are shiok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went gym and had a hair cut after that. The hairstylist kinda sucks lar. Told him i wanted my hair to remain long, just make it less "bulky". Also wanted to keep my fringe and my back. He started off impressively, making some difficult cuts, sniping here, pressing my hair there. Straight cuts, in between cuts. I was impressed by his skills. Then I looked at my hair... For all his skills and what not, my hair is still screwed. Fringe too short, back too short, and my hair seems very "puffy". Sigh, gonna have to live with this for the next 3 weeks or so le. Next visit I am gonna stick with my trusted hairstylist!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-3688738320789176412?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3688738320789176412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=3688738320789176412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3688738320789176412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/3688738320789176412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/breakfast-haircut.html' title='Breakfast &amp; haircut'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023215616288235508.post-1507064952665318555</id><published>2007-12-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:51:22.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY VERY FIRST BLOG!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally got a new blog. Woots, my very first blog post!!!! Haha hi everyone welcome to my brand new blog. Hmm, I shall try to update as frequently as possible arh. Please feel free to leave any comments, good or bad. (Ps, the bad ones I would delete anyway. mwahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this blog would probably show the facets of my everyday life. Hopefully they won't be boring. But even if they are, I also don't care. My blog afterall. =p. So to keep things short and sweet, this will be the end of my first post. Good day everyone. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live life like there's tomorrow, cos sometimes.... tomorrow never comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9023215616288235508-1507064952665318555?l=my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1507064952665318555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9023215616288235508&amp;postID=1507064952665318555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1507064952665318555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023215616288235508/posts/default/1507064952665318555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-very-own-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-very-first-blog.html' title='MY VERY FIRST BLOG!!!!'/><author><name>simplicit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12045678000601848787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
