<?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-6434674</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:21:15.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LeT NaTuRe Be My CoMpaNiOn FoR MeNdiNG ThiS CRazY MinD..</title><subtitle type='html'>All about my daily life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-6528639381080742828</id><published>2008-10-09T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:08:13.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Disappointment.. why am i always disappointed??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really hard to live a simple life, a life without disappointments? I have always believed that I am not going to live for long, with the not so good condition body of mine. I have only one wish, which is to be treated with care and concern. To be with the one i love, to be happy each passing days. Why does it seems so hard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand why after 3 years of being together with me, he still doesnt understand me. At first, things were sweet, each day was happiness, no arguements, no quarrelling, no fighting, no rebellious acts, no jealousy acts, everything seems perfect, i got what i wanted, i felt love. However, as time goes by, things started to change, people change, the environment change, and the least that i expected was, he changed. If he were to change to better, i wouldnt be sitting here complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time. Why do time make people change so much? to the extend that he is totally a completely different person eventhough he still looks the same. Does time teach people to be different? I cannot believe that he changed so much within 3 years. He has learn to be indifferent, rebellious, jealous, argumentative. All those that I am not expecting from someone I love. Now, love dissipates as pain injects into my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems. What is the problem that is ruining this relationship actually? Self conscious? guilty conscience? afraid of losing your loved one? I seriously dont know. Putting asides family problem and stress from school works, I seriously dont see that i would create problem that would ruin the relationship. My thinking maybe complex at time and my character maybe difficult but I am just a simple girl who wished to be loved and showered with care and concern from my loved ones. I cannot change my character for this is the real me and besides, I have changed alot since the beginning of the relationship to accomodate him. I dont know whether he realizes that or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations. My expectations are high. Well i used to expect alot. But since i cannot expect so much, i have reduce my expectations to very basics, just someone to care for me when i needed a shoulder to lean or cry on, support me in every aspect be it school work or financially. I used to expect diamond rings, condos, car, more expensive things. Still he find me too expensive and my expectations are too much. I really dont know what else to expect. If i am in my old state of mind, I would have dumbed him a very long time ago and looked for a guy who can live up to my expectations. Now I have a reason to think why I am still trying to lower down my expectations knowing that I am taken granted for and I've done ALOT (it really is ALOT)and sacrificed alot for him which I dont think is a big deal for him but it is to me or my religion. I keep emphasizing on these that I have done, it cannot be compared to what he have done for me, for what he have done was mostly materialistic well on the other hand, I have sinned which really is a big deal for me in my religion, I have suffered and I have poured my sincerity. He just doesnt understand, or doesnt want to understand. Regarding religion, I was asked, would he convert to Islam because he wants to believe in the religion or just merely because he is going to do it for my sake? I have the confidence that it is the latter which actually not the purpose of conversion to Islamic religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy. I am a simple person, I want to be. I am loyal to my loved one, even if a rich, handsome,10x better guy where to take me away, I would still choose the one I love. Are guys suppose to get jealous so easily, to the extend that even by just going home from school together with another guy is seen as a date? A remark from other guys which is suppose to be a self conscienceness question turn out to be a chide to him? I thought girls are the one who have the right to be jealous all the time. Why does he get jealous so easily? because of love? or pride? or guilty? or no confidence? or no trust? What is it actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to talk about all these 3 years, it can take a long time. I just dont know what this relationship means to him, what I mean to him. How he is taking this relationship? How he sees this relationship? What he plans to do with this relationship? Will he change to be a better person? Will he cherish me more now? Will he know what I really want? Will he realise how important I and this relationship is to him? How is he going to act in future if he ever read this? Will i get a better treatment? Will i be happier? Will i get more loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of questions are running through my mind, I dont know what to do with this relationship anymore. I have given up once, but i manage to somehow regain back the confidence but I'm losing it again now, not because of other people because if it is because of other guys, I would have dumbed him long ago but because I dont see any happiness, no love, no care and concern, no signs of us being in a relationship. We are more like best friends who just smses each other without phone calls, who goes out merely for dinner. I dont want to spend my future with a best friend. Maybe its time for both of us to really give it a thought. As I seriously doubt I will see changes in him and his perspective of this relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-6528639381080742828?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/6528639381080742828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/6528639381080742828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6528639381080742828' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-1271806163389101146</id><published>2008-10-03T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:36:19.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeee............. Guess who's back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.. it's been a year since i last bloggED! &lt;br /&gt;Been very very lazy and busy with my school work.&lt;br /&gt;However busy I am, I still have the time to slack! Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;I too need to buck up on my studies. &lt;br /&gt;Setting a goal that is to at least get a 3rd class honours.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be tough but jiayous.. Since there are a few friend of mine from the same poly in the same school, now i have the motivation to work hard. &lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I failed a quiz had slapped my heart out of my brain, make me realise that it is not going to be the same anymore. I need to put in more effort. There are no third chances and no time for regret. Well, another reason is because I dont want to disappoint my parents who is pinning hope on me to support the family.&lt;br /&gt;Hope its going to help me boost my morale and buck up.&lt;br /&gt;Please buddies hope you guys understand if i'm too busy to go out with you all and please push me to study.. Thanks.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, time for me to sleep.. Nitez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-1271806163389101146?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/1271806163389101146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/1271806163389101146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1271806163389101146' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-5100303822412505457</id><published>2007-12-12T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T20:52:58.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday is coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa claus is coming to town. Haha.. My birthday is also approaching. Here's a list of birthday gifts that you guys might want to consider (then you all no need to scratch head to think of what to buy for me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hwayobi's CD - 1st to 5th album&lt;br /&gt;(can get it online cos Singapore shop doesnt sell them.)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asiandb.com/browse/search.pfm?mode=store&amp;part=Music&amp;query=Park%20Hwayobi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now i can only think of this. whahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-5100303822412505457?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/5100303822412505457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/5100303822412505457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5100303822412505457' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-5265249261949090657</id><published>2007-12-07T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:38:51.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, i have crossed another hurdle in NTU. Wooo.. hoped my exam results would not turn out bad than expected. Haha.. Now its play time. No more studying for one whole month.. but must save money, cos broke already.. but i still want to play!!!! haha.. Peeps.. ask me out! haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-5265249261949090657?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/5265249261949090657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/5265249261949090657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5265249261949090657' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-572766781811176502</id><published>2007-10-06T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T10:39:29.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam in one months time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How times fly. Since the last post of my blog, I've came back with a devastating post! My EXAM is coming. I am alrdy packed to the max with my school projects which are due in weeks time, oral assessments and demonstrations are all waiting for me. I wonder whether I can make it or not. Haiz. This semester is a load! If i could get thru this, I consider myself lucky,in fact very lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya is also around the corner, however, due to the workloads, i didnt even have the time to bake a single cookies. I didnt have the time to celebrate for sure. What a festive! Haha.. enough of my blabbering. I'm going back to work on my projects. Adioz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-572766781811176502?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/572766781811176502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/572766781811176502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#572766781811176502' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-8694963519351612874</id><published>2007-08-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:10:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School reopen! No more Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is the official day that end my holiday life, back to school time. This sucks, means no time to maple, no time to watch videos. No more late night life. Must get sufficient sleep for the lessons. I'm gonna miss u guys (maplers and audiers). Haiz, hope I can squeeze in some time for gaming. If not i will be bored to death. Gonna dread the long journey to school and back home. How i wish i got my own vehicle or someone to drive me. Anyways, I gtg sleep now. Nitez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-8694963519351612874?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/8694963519351612874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/8694963519351612874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8694963519351612874' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-8539944534254933716</id><published>2007-07-20T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:23:37.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Till the dateline, It is not a waste of time but it is the time to show how important and how sincere you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a channel 8 show last morning, there is this couple who is having a cold war and the girl is waiting for the guy to apologise. There is this scene of the girl with a girl friend talking, the friend was saying, if he doesnt apologise, just fang qi le ta. The girl was rather hesistant about it and said that she would wait and see whether would he apologise. Then the couple finally met each and the guy apologise. The girl said that her friend ask her to fang qi le ta if he didnt apologise. However, what the girl wants was to see how sincere the guy is, not whether he would apologise or not. That really teach me sth, cos I have not seen any sincerity from him. What is it with coming to my void deck and wait for not more than an hour nor even half an hour?? what kind of sincerity is that? I have a friend whom is willing to wait till the next morning because he loves her. That is what I call sincerity too. What would buying me a soft toy, throw it next to a rubbish dump and leave it for me to pick it up be sincerity? I really dont understand why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancel le.. No plan le. I stay at home better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-8539944534254933716?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/8539944534254933716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/8539944534254933716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8539944534254933716' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-6246755276925220045</id><published>2007-07-19T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:01:20.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is my life so miserable..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, when I am feeling down, I hope there would be someone who would comfort me and care for me. I just want to lift all the burden and throw them away. But no one is here for me. I have no shoulder to lean or, nor to cry on. What I have is just 2 bears and a mushroom to talk to... I just dont want to continue living anymore. How can anyone understand my burden.. a burden of a daughter. Why am I even born to face this kind of life..? How I wish I could turn back time, where I can turn out to be a troublemaker instead of being the good girl. Maybe my life wont be this hard. If I werent good in academic, now I wouldnt still be studying, maybe my parents could have just marry me off to some tom or dick. My life wouldnt be this hard.. Why? why do I have to go through all this? I really really hate my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-6246755276925220045?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/6246755276925220045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/6246755276925220045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6246755276925220045' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-6803784769728245380</id><published>2007-07-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:17:46.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is so hard yet my family are robbing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and I went to school this evening to do an experiment to earn $15. The experiment lasted for 1 and half hour. The experiment was to commnunicate with someone from Israel and we were supposed to do some tasks such as brainstorming ideas together. It started at 6pm and ended at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed for JP and met Jx for dinner. He looked very shagged, very tired of the physical and admin work the past few days. Ps ar..&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, all of us headed home. As i reached PR i thought that my mother would be hungry so I called home to ask whether she want to eat Mac since that is the only shop that is still open as it is already 10.30pm. My mother told me that my brother is also home, so she thought of buying for him too, so I ask her to call Ma delivery since its for 2. When I reach home, I got to know that they ordered every upsize and there goes my $15. It was my brother that made the order. Wah lau.. he didnt even give me money, still abuse me, so much for my kind heartedness, amd he extort me. What I earned is gone in just a meal! I want to kill myself.. Why is my life like this!!! Someone please help me! Why does my life have to be like this???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-6803784769728245380?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/6803784769728245380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/6803784769728245380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6803784769728245380' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-116964617555628694</id><published>2007-01-24T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:42:55.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ego or your loved one is more important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get why guys dont want to ask other ppl for opinion or help when it comes to problems with relationship. what is wrong with asking your friends or the girl's friend about the girl..? dont tell me, like just asking her friends, how is she doing? where is she now? Why guys just do nothing..&lt;br /&gt;why? losing their ego is a high price to pay? just by waiting for reply a concern? by going to some place and then ask the girl out a concern? is that how guys normally would do to make up to some mistakes? How difficult is it to just send a few smses in return for your girlfriend's safety? I can assure you that, you dont even know whether the girl is either dead or alive! because you guys cant be bothered to ask around in order to save your own face. How selfish could you guys get?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you guys talk to a friend and ask for solutions? maybe the girl would have talk and shared her problems with her friends... why when you guys whom dont even have a single solution would want to come forward when the problem would still be there? i really dont understand.. The girl would only end up even more hurt and cry for nothing.. I really dont get it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-116964617555628694?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116964617555628694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116964617555628694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116964617555628694' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-116955683420293716</id><published>2007-01-23T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:53:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy, i am hungry, i am moody and i am tired. I have been doing my tutorials since 6pm and i still have one more tutorial to be done and i still need to read up on my note for this thursday test. Slept late ytd night doing tutorials and had to wake up earlier this morning to do some reading. I haven had my dinner yet, now waiting for my cup noodle to be ready in 3 mins time. I'm moody right now, cos i'm tired and i want to sleep but i just have loads of stuff to do. Very busy, furthermore i'm left alone in the room as joyce went to study with her friends. Maybe i'll continue doing the tutorials on thursday. Gotta do some readings already. Haiz, just cant get my mind on my work.. problems keep popping up in my mind. Very troublesome..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-116955683420293716?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116955683420293716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116955683420293716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116955683420293716' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-116930296394524419</id><published>2007-01-20T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:22:43.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont want to remember my 21st Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;All the disappointments..&lt;br /&gt;Lesson that you all have to bear in mind and not to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;Make other ppl have a memorable 21st bday.&lt;br /&gt;I had a pathetic 21st birthday. Full of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted holding a chalet for my 21st birthday party. If i could turn back time, i would have stayed at home. The first day of chalet was fine, everything went smoothly, we went to escape and had dinner. The second day was a disaster. Woke up in the morning, had breakfast, then headed to NTUC to buy food and utensils for the BBQ. After buying everything, its time for the BBQ. During the BBQ, two of them left for some other party. Noel went to collect the cake from swensens. Around 10pm, we had finish BBQ. Disappointment No.1, we went back to the room without cutting the cake. They plan to go out and play arcade and walk around down town east before the count down. Noel and I went back to the room after a few rounds of basketball game. Jx was in the room cos he was tired after the BBQ so he stayed in the room. They came back b4 the countdown. Played uno, some were playing the psp. Still haven cut cake... Then Veron came back with a friend. I hid under a blanket with Noel cos they were spraying the "String Can". Disappointment no. 2, he hid under the blanket, instead of protecting me, he protected himself!!! Wow.. impressive. Fine, i got back at him and sprayed him. So, they decided to play mahjong while I and a few ppl played 21 with poker card. Some was tired so they occupied the bed and slept. Disappointment No.3, instead of planning on when to cut the cake, he went to sleep!!! and when i tried to wake him up, Disappointment No.4 he gave me a "tsk"(irritated) attitude!!! So, i had a fight with him. The first time that I went out, Disappointment No.5, he didnt even go after me. After i came back to the room, and i leave the room again by banging the room door then he come after me! Wow.. very impressive. The rest were busy sleeping and playing mahjong. Disappointment No. 6, i had appreciated if someone were to come out and conforted me, but NONE came out! Wow... super impressive. I didnt want to waste anymore of my time and i went home in the middle of the morning. Well, for Disappointments No.1-5, i got even with him with a few powerful punches in the stomach and two tight slap but i dont think it was enough. Seriously not enough for treating me like that on my big day. I was very disappointed and steaming furious. I had a hearty cry and I swear to god that I'm not going to hold or go to anymore parties. In the afternoon, Nette came over with Fab's present, and i had a talk with her, i was so disappointed and so very sad that i cried each time i speak. Disappointment No. 7, i got to know that MY FRIENDs, told nette NOT TO BOTHER about me when she wanted to comfort me. On the pretext of letting us solve our own problem. Some feign ignorance, sleep la, dont know haven cut the cake la, all sorts. I was very very very disppointed when i heard that. Superb.. It made me think, whether i really have friends or are they just "friends". After the talk she went off. I was devasted.. I had nothing to rmb on my 21st bday. My family didnt even buy a cake, didnt even whip a simple meal for me. I was hoping that my bf would give me a memorable one since my family is not. But if u were to realise, he was the one that caused me most of the disappointments. So its not easy for me to forget this moments. Its going to be in my mind forever even if i want to forget it so bad. So for all my "friends" learn from this experience. I hope its going to be useful for u all when u want to have a memorable 21st bday. At least buy a cake for yourself if there are no one celebrating for u, dont be like me who doesnt even get to eat a cake on my 21st bday. So nette, i hope your party will turn out smooth. Dont get disappointed if i didnt turn up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-116930296394524419?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116930296394524419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116930296394524419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116930296394524419' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-116706700809010527</id><published>2006-12-26T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:16:48.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Oppa... Merry Christmas everybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppa came to fetch me in the morning for breakfast at Mac. We went to WS Mac and we went to Oppa's house so that he wouldnt have to carry the BIG present all around. After that we went for a movie at Cathay woodlands, watched "The Holiday". Not a bad movie. After the movie we headed for airport for our christmas dinner gathering together with Joyce, Veron, Nette, JX and JR. We went to swensons and exchanged our gifts. After dinner, we hop over to polar to have a cake. I got a pouch from JR, Stitch HP holder from JX, a cow soft toy from Joyce and Veron and lastly an HP accessory personally done by Nette. Thanks everybody for the presents. Merry Christmas. Next up is my Bday and New Year! Hahaha.. Yeah.. Anticipating... Dont forget to come to my chalet and BBQ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-116706700809010527?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116706700809010527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116706700809010527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116706700809010527' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-116634322065702663</id><published>2006-12-17T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:13:40.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isnt there anyone whom appreciate me, my presence, the things that i do..? worst still, the person that i love doesnt appreciate what i do too... I have family and friends who doesnt appreciate what i do too... Is there anyone who appreaciate me...? NO! I hate my life.. I dont know why this is happening in my life.. I'm lost. Its been ages that i had one big laugh, not to say laugh till i have stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;Today as early as 2am my mother find fault with me and we ended up in a big fight. That moment i felt like killing myself as i almost got beaten up by a leather belt. If i were to have been beaten up, i'd have killed myself with a knife since the things happenned in the kitchen and the knifes are steps away. Luckily my father woke up from his sleep and pull my mother back their room. After he gave me a hug, i went back to my room, had a big cry till my eyes are swollen right now. Everything i do seems wrong right now.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of tribulation is this...&lt;br /&gt;The person that i love doesnt even bother about me and went to sleep.. why? cos he has job to do the next morning.. and on the other hand.. why? cos i didnt reply to his smses. Great! just great! very thoughtful.. i'm starting to see why i'm so stupid as to get involve with this kind of person. dont deserve my love.&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop loving such ppl.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i've been beaten up and i could have ended my life, i wouldnt have to blog abt this now, everyone would be attending my funeral right now. Crying out loud wishing that i would have come back to life and they would appreciate me more than i deserve. By the time its too late alrdy. My heart died hours ago. Those ppl who cared abt me, how much do u care? do u think u really care? I'm not asking for sympathy and sympathy is not what i deserve... Think of what i said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-116634322065702663?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116634322065702663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116634322065702663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116634322065702663' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-116611207652331665</id><published>2006-12-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:01:16.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually today, i intend to go karaoke with Veron, an qi and joyce. When i went out it was cloudy, but when i got onto the train, it rained heavily. I waited for joyce at simei platform and it was raining heavily that i got wet. Since i waited more than 10 min and she decided to wait another 5 more mins then she would get out from her house, she asked me to go bedok first but the train had just left so i decided not to go. I was not in a good mood and the 10 min of waiting had made me felt worse, furthermore its like heaven is crying for me for my plight that i'm in. Affected my mood very much.. So i went home straight. I was feeling better as time passed by as i was in the company of my parents but then someone had to revoke my emotions and make me lose my mood again. I wonder what i've done to deserve this treatment... Haiz... Irritating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-116611207652331665?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116611207652331665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116611207652331665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116611207652331665' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-116602836612265083</id><published>2006-12-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:46:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disappointments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder why couples quarrel and end up breaking each other's heart...&lt;br /&gt;Should we blame each other..? or should we blame fate for bringing us together..?&lt;br /&gt;I just watched "The Lake House". I dont know whether i should believe that time could bring strangers together or its just a story.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of my life. I hate being in a relationship. I always end up getting hurt. I can say that love is sweet.. but... only when u are having a good time with each other, as time goes by... all kind of problems pops up. Fights will occur and love will fade.. However, i am envious of couples who could stand each other even till the end of their lives. Very envious..&lt;br /&gt;what is the problem...? is it me..? is my expectations to high..? Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;A year... is it too short to understand me...? or it is simply too hard to read me..? Really disappointed.. HAIZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-116602836612265083?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116602836612265083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116602836612265083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116602836612265083' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-116576792730893173</id><published>2006-12-11T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:25:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pizza....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today met dear dear for dinner at tamp. It was raining wor.. I took bus to tamp int, dear dear waited for me at small mac. On our way to TM, at eastlink, saw Joyce with her aunt. Her aunt look super like her mother. At first i thought it was her mother, second look tells everything. Hahaha... After saying hello, we went off le to eat pizza hut. I was super hungry le, nv eat any bf or lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We ate chicken supreme couple meal. Hehehe.. Chicken soup, two pepsi, we ordered side dish hut's platter and the chocolate symphony ice cream. We almost couldnt finish the food, after eating the hut's platter halfway, and half the pizza, we are full already, but we manage to finish up the food. The ice cream, literally ice and cream. hahaha.. Terrible, i prefer swensen ice cream bah. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked around looking for christmas prezzy.. Hahaha.. Carried alot of things wor. Super heavy. Dear dear help me to wrap the prezzy wor. So friends be ready to get cute wrappings from my talented dear dear. Hahaha.. We are going to implement JX method of picking lot for the prezzy. Who is in luck will get the cute wrappings. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-116576792730893173?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116576792730893173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116576792730893173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116576792730893173' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-116564788103677517</id><published>2006-12-09T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:04:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally i'm posting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long since i last post. Actually i have nothing to post abt. Well maybe i'll just say that i'm living my life well. Now having the holidays after the disastrous exams. January will resume back school. So now i have been doing nothing except for playing of  games, going out, watching tv, doing houseworks. Hmm.. Kinda boring. But its good to have this rest after the trecherous months of horendous school works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i bought a new hp too, traded in my Motorola v3i for Nokia n73. Topped up another $198 for the phone and my line as it is only one years old. On the other hand, my parents bought me samsung d900 for my 21st birthday. They bought it without line so it cost a bomb for them. Very grateful. Very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i cant wait for my chalet days to come. Its on the 30th Dec 2006 to 1st of Jan 2007, still have a long way to go. I'll stop here, need to do some housework now. Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-116564788103677517?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116564788103677517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/116564788103677517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116564788103677517' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115478788061856885</id><published>2006-08-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:23:59.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gift Day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Noel at 1 plus pm in front of Whitesands giordano, went to Suntec city mall. In the train, i gave him the TITUS watch which cost $147.60 (u.p. $369) , ask him to open it up and put it on. He is getting darker and darker. Hahaha.. The watch fits just nice onto his hand, it was long so we planned of going to city chain to remove some metal straps. After the watch have been put into the box, its my turn to see what he had bought for me. He bought one taz cushion last week, but i was angry at him, so i didnt bring it home. Just now before meeting me, he bought this floating photo frame, which i find very unique and interesting. Its float using magnetic forces. Hahaha.. We reach city hall around 2pm, we are afraid that we will not be in time for the 2.50pm 'Click'. We went up to buy the tickets and then went to carrefour to buy chocolate and mineral water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just nice the time for us to go into the cinema, the eng wah seats at Suntec are rather small as compared to CS shaw. I still prefer shaw's seats. We sat at the fifth row from the front, must look up abit, the theatre is quite small but the good thing is even a tall person cannot block the view as the seats in front are lower. The movie was funny but almost to the end very touching, i cried non stop that Noel keep offering me tissues but i used my hands to wipe. In the end, i cannot take it, i took out tissue to wipe. hahaha... I came out of the cinema with swollen eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to the titus shop, ask the sales person to remove the straps. I forced him to put it on after she had removed it. Later on, we walk around Suntec, then 5.30pm, I hungry already, so I keep asking Noel, "EAT WHAT?" alot of times. Finally we went to basement and settled with swensens. Long time never eat also, he ate fish n chips, i ate chicken breaded and we tried the new pizza, chicken mushroom (very nice). hahaha.. After eating, we thought of watching the fireworks, but then after we got out of Suntec, the sky was dark and very windy, so I suggested that we go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took MRT to PR, then we went into Whitesands, we saw Hang ten promotion, so we went up to Hang ten to let Noel try the pants. He has very weird body propotion, usually if we try on to put the pants around the neck to see whether the size fits or not, i tried it on him, it was small, couldnt reach, then when he tried it on, it fits perfectly. Very weird. Hahaha.. He only bought one piece, $20. After that, bought mac for my mum, then he send me home. After see me get into my house, Noel also leaves. Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115478788061856885?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115478788061856885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115478788061856885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115478788061856885' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115469774606195167</id><published>2006-08-04T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:22:26.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freshmen Welcome Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Anjana at 9.45am. I bought polar for my breakfast, chicken pie promotion is back. Haha.. Ate one only, put in my bag. We reach NTU around 11am, went to look for books at the audi but in the end they never sell ours. There was OCBC roadshow, so i soon bian apply for the debit card which is easier than have to go to the bank. Li Ling came not long after. After that, we went to canteen A for our lunch, Anjana and Li Ling ate. I had the last piece of polar. If i dont have the polar maybe i could have eaten the food there. Nvm, i can try it anytime in the coming 4 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce joined us for lunch, but she only ate pau. After that, we went back to audi for our welcome day event. Joyce followed us since she have nothing to do and hers was in the morning. Listened to different big shots who looked like they acted in harry porter(cos of their hats and robe) talks, the most interesting part of the event was, we are to put on the graduating robe and take a pledge. Not bad, haven graduate they let us taste the feeling of wearing the robe. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the talk, ate the FOOD, pasta and some delicacies. After eat full, we go to the library and buy our books. Not all of our books have arrived. Must wait till Monday, lucky our Monday books is out. I heard the lecturers will go thru very fast.. Dont care whether you can catch up or not. After buy books, we go Jurong point walk walk. Joyce bought a TShirt from 37 degrees. After buying, we all go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday start school already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115469774606195167?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115469774606195167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115469774606195167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115469774606195167' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115461197640348664</id><published>2006-08-03T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:32:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning blues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning had to wake up 5.45am, meeting Joyce and Anjana at 6.30am. Long time nv wake up so early, so its like, omg.. why do i have to wake up so early. We calculate around 2.5hrs earlier cos scared got alot of ppl since its peak hour. But actually not really much ppl. Maybe cos the bus come quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach already listen to talks then after that eat lunch, fried rice. Not really nice but hungry already. Finish eating, follow Joyce order book. After we went to our own seperate LTs for another talk, ours ended earlier, so we ate some cakes. After eating, we roam the whole school of engineering to get a idea of the areas. So we wont get lost. 4 plus, we met up with Joyce then we go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115461197640348664?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115461197640348664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115461197640348664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115461197640348664' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115453226508430646</id><published>2006-08-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:24:25.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QET..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just faced the QET, it was alright. I did the easier topic, hope i pass. After QET, met Joyce at the carpark. The three of us headed for Queensway, Joyce wanted to look for a shoe. We walked around level 1 and 2. The funny thing about Joyce is that, she saw this shoes, white and pink nike shoe, with a heart shape on it. After several shops, we finally got to know that the shoe is for juniors. Hahaha.. At last Anjana bought a blouse and a pant. Joyce didnt buy anything, actually we went to one of the shop and they had her size with similar design, after trying it on, she finds it too white. So we went to converse, see if she would like one but still to no avail. All the shoes that she wants either doesnt have her size or they dont have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to bugis to look for shoe again at the converse shop, in the end still dont have her size. I manage to change my bag as it was torn eventhough i haven use it once. After that, we went to Tamp and finally, Joyce bought a pair. It was already 7 plus by then, from 2plus we started to walk till then. Our legs all go weak. Tmr still need to wake up 5.30am, meet them 6.30am at mrt platform. 9.30pm have orientation, after lunch have another course orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, very 'good'. He didnt even sms me at all at night except for morning, telling me that he is going for live range and cannot sms me the whole day. What a bf, to think i treat him so good. Haiz.. I have nothing to say. Nothing but disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115453226508430646?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115453226508430646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115453226508430646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115453226508430646' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115441066609265581</id><published>2006-08-01T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:37:46.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QET...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is my qualifying english test. I have photocopied examples of GP essays. However, since i photocopied it till now, I have yet to read it. Haha.. I am somewhat prepared for getting an extra module but i will try my 'best' to do the paper tmr. With my suck at grammars and essays, i dont think i need to wreck my brain so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115441066609265581?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115441066609265581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115441066609265581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115441066609265581' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115419089443643982</id><published>2006-07-30T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:34:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a "GREAT" day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel and I are supposed to celebrate our 8th month anniversary today and since it has been two weeks since we last met because of his outfield camp. The frustrating thing is, he already book out late, he reached PR at 1 plus. In the first place he can take MRT home but he wanted to take taxi home as he doesnt want to carry a big bag home (which has rollers on it...!!!). Why cant u just drag it since it has rollers attached to the bag...? Frustrating or not. OK fine! He got the taxi almost going to 2pm. Insist that I go out after he reached home, which I did. By the time he reach home already 2 plus. 2 plus already, he told me he need to send his army uniforms to the laundry shop. So, I had to meet him at MP, wasted my travelling fares when I can just take MRT straight to PS. By the time I reach MP already 3 plus. Then waited and board the bus, we reach there already 4 plus. So late alrdy, so change the plan of watching movie but still thought of having pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all walk around PS, so we went to Hang ten, I asked him whether he wants to buy a new pants or not since his recent one already has holes. He mumbles I dont know what heck, then the sales person behind us already pestering us saying "u want to try, what size" and he still gigle, keep smiling. When i asked him again in a serious tone, just a simple "YES or NO?" very difficult to answer meh? I am already very vexed then he still add nuisance. He still can "hmmm... Hmmm..." i just walked out of the shop that instant. My mood totally changed, I have no appettite, dont feel like talking, dont feel like doing anything. I dont even know what he mumbles to me, all I heard was, "dont angry, dont angry.." He was the one who made me angry in the first place. It was suppose to be a good day, now it has become a very "memorable" day. he ruined everything. I didnt get to eat pizza, didnt get to watch movies. All thanks to him. He expect me to not be angry at mere two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets cold shoulders from me, he made me cry in the MRT, alot of ppl were looking so I alighted at Eunos. I chased him away while i took 21 home. In the bus, he made me cry again by sending me heart wrenching smses. What kind of a guy is he sia... I have absolute no idea of what he is thinking when he send me those smses. He thinks that I will be happy by looking at the smses. NO! It makes me feels worse. He acts as he knows me very well, but NO! He doesnt. If he does, all these wouldnt happen. He still have the cheek to wait for me at Whitesand pri sch bus stop after i have chased him away with the reason, "i am worried cos u haven eaten all day". Bullshit..! Why i haven eaten, it was because I wanted to have a meal with him but he had to spoilt it. I told him to get away from me, because I was just too upset and I didnt want to see him or even talk to him. I was fine after some time in the bus on my way home but he had to appear in front of me and make me upset again. I wonder why... He followed me home from a distance after i told him off. I went straight home, he asked me to come down also I dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115419089443643982?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115419089443643982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115419089443643982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115419089443643982' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115409516200840873</id><published>2006-07-28T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:59:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah!!! Finally I can watch "The Dance of Passion". The download task completed this morning. However, I still have yet to start watching the show. Woke up quite late in the afternoon, then had my lunch, played o2Jam. Around 5.30pm, I met up with nette for pool at DTE. We played for one hour and a game of basketball and wordhunt. After that I take away Zinger for my dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115409516200840873?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115409516200840873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115409516200840873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115409516200840873' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115399866034836608</id><published>2006-07-27T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:11:00.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd Joyce, Anjana, Tammy and I met up with the purpose of making the NTU ezlink card at the control station. Anjana was the first in queue among the 3 of us. The person who was in charge at that period of time said that her name is not in the record. One by one, we asked the person to check, hoping that our names can be found, sad to say, all three of our names are not in record yet. The in charge told us to call the transitlink hotline to clarify the matter thoroughly. Without any delay, i dial the number. I was rather confused because there was too many options to choose from the operator. Finally i got through and talked to one of the officer, she told me that they have yet to receive all the records eventhough it is the time period for us to apply for the card. She adviced us to wait another two-three weeks and check the transitlink website for further details. I was shocked at the news, it is going to take a month after calculations including the processing time. School is going to resume next wednesday and we have to pay adult fare, we are going broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, Anjana headed for Orchard to collect her spoilt watches and purchase a new one while the three of us headed for Tampines Mall. I had the idea of purchasing polo t in mind, so we check out all the shops that sells polo t, I made up my mind in Hang ten, 2 for $20. Cheap and worth buying. After that, we walked around Tampines mall,went to Toyrus took three cute pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/345/200/MeWifRabbitEars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me with rabbit ears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/345/200/TammyRabbitEar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tammy with Rabbit ears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/345/200/JoyceRabbitEar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joyce shy shy with Rabbit ears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We all had fun, after that we headed for century square, walked around as Tammy wanted to look sth to hand on her handphone. We went to Yellow, i bought a purple colour heart shape patterns shoe lace for my converse shoe. In the end, they didnt buy the accessories. After that, went to comics connection then went sent Tammy to the bus stop and then we also went home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I cycled to Joyce house at 3pm, from Pasir ris to Simei is around 30min. 1/3 of the journey, my bicycle tire punctured! It was very tiring to cycle a punctured bicycle, it felt so heavy. Lucky Joyce saved my life as she has a foot pump. I dont have to go to the bicycle shop at eastpoint. After pumping, Joyce started to learn how to ride the bike. After a few attempts, she felt tired and went to rest. Jana still persist on cycling to season herself with the bike. Joyce tried to cycle with my bike, it was rather difficult for her to balance. Since this is the first time Joyce and Jana are cycling, a few paddles is worth a big round of applause. Must cycle more often, jia you, confirm can cycle in no time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115399866034836608?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115399866034836608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115399866034836608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115399866034836608' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115358719897805670</id><published>2006-07-23T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:53:18.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel cannot come out this week, and i am rotting at home. Actually Joyce asked me out to play pool with some other friends, but i was too lazy to go out and at that time my father haven come back. I have been playing game the whole day, getting sick of it. I wasnt in any mood to do housework also, so became the potato couch the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have any idea in spending the coming weeks until school season begins. Hope next week can go cycling and go out and have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115358719897805670?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115358719897805670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115358719897805670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115358719897805670' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115330887052184779</id><published>2006-07-19T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:34:30.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching Bleach the past two days. Watched all the episodes i have missed out since the day i thought Bleach has been licensed. I missed out 18 episodes, lucky the episodes are quite short. Watch finish very fast. Lucky still get to watch. Now up to date le. Alot of actions and the story plot is getting more and more interesting. Cant wait for the next episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am waiting for the "Dance of Passion". Hong Kong tvb serial. Dont know nice or not. 32 episodes, must wait very long. Got top hong kong actor and actress should be nice bah. Cant wait to see the show. Hahaha.. A few more weeks only then i start school already, dont know got time or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115330887052184779?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115330887052184779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115330887052184779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115330887052184779' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115306097731563990</id><published>2006-07-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:42:57.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to whitesands this fashion with Noel before he book in. Bought two jeans, they were having 20% discounts. Tried alot but in the end bought two. Hahaha.. They were renovating so the fitting room became a canvas like tent with a hook to hold the "door", very wei xian. After that, we bought polar chicken pie for our dinner, then i went to NTUC for shopping, bought junk food, tidbits, ice cream and koko crunch. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear dear is going to leave me for one whole week from the 22nd onwards, outfield camp. Sob sob.. Hope everything will go well for him. I will miss u de.. two weeks cannot book out. cannot meet me during weekend. Hahaha.. Nvm, i find sth to do to fill up the day. Must take care wor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115306097731563990?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115306097731563990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115306097731563990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115306097731563990' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115298775492029028</id><published>2006-07-16T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:22:34.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shopping...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Noel, 2pm at Eunos mrt. We went to bugis. Ate KFC O.R Chicken chop for lunch. Not bad la, just the coleslaw add raisin, crinkle fries and the whipped potato sauce added with sliced mushroom on top of the chicken fillet. Nothing much new. After lunch around 3.35pm le. So we headed to Sim Lim i buy printer ink and rabbit design blank cd. Finish buying, we go og walk walk, saw this converse bag, new de, but never buy. We bought one couple long sleeve shirt from converse plus one more extra tshirt for Noel. After that we go Bugis Junction converse, see shoe. See two nice shoes, then go seiyu converse buy one cos got 20% discount and i soon bian buy one polo t and shoe lace for myself. After that go bugis street buy my "ink" sling bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking walking, i ask Noel buy shoe also cos now his one can go in water still dont want to change new one. After walking the whole Bugis Junction, went back to converse shop, see one nice one but the shoe abit defected, so we went to Tampines mall to buy the same shoe. The lady like abit attitude sia, but at the end smile smile, i suspect she got mental problem. Come to realise that we bought mostly all converse stuffs. After buying we go buy the hotdog bun for our dinner. Nice Nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i reached home, i went to bathe, cos very sticky. After bathing, i cleaned up the mess in my cupboard, throw all the empty shoe boxes and put in the new ones. Clean up all the dics too, put them in the holders. Then i can rest.. tiring day... but who's tired of shopping.. hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115298775492029028?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115298775492029028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115298775492029028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115298775492029028' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115252926375323076</id><published>2006-07-10T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:08:10.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cycling.. Leg muscke suan le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning woke up 10 plus am, do a little bit of swewping, folding and hanging clothes. After that, laze around until 1 plus pm, meet Nette 2pm go cycling but i was late. I reached her house arnd 2.15pm. Cycle on my own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to TP cos she wanted to find out the time from her house to TP via bus no. 69 route , we reached TP in about 20-25 mins, quite fast. Nette went to buy mineral water for us, then we headed to bedok reservoir. From bedok reservoir we went back to her house via bus no. 15 route. We also took around 20-25 mins. It was 3 plus pm already and i am supposed to meet Noel at 4.30pm. Nette cycle with me till i reached home, then she went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bathe, then come out, both of us were late, he was from home after going to Novena for the police interview. We went to eat at Cavana, sweet and sour chicken rice plus fries. hahaha.. cough still eat all this. After dinner, went to ntuc buy water, chase after 89 scared we got late. First time i went to SAF Ferry Terminal. Nothing much, no one there also, but i cannot go in, so after Noel got into the terminal, i went home. Four more days can see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115252926375323076?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115252926375323076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115252926375323076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115252926375323076' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115237457612638311</id><published>2006-07-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:02:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coughing and fluing.. New Bike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Lynette this evening to buy a bicycle. The bicycle very nice and cheap, $65 excluding light and lock, everything cost me $81. She also bought one, we chose the same colour, black. Actually i aimed a red one but it cost $85 and i am afraid that it might get dirty easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we buy, we went to simei to meet up with Joyce, Veron, An qi, Jx and Jr. We cycled to simei, first time that i cycled so far. Good experience. We were suppose to meet at 6.45pm, but we were a bit late. Nette has phobia of bicycle, so must slowly cycle. We went to NTUC to buy drink, then go up arcade to play pool and play the o2jam-like game. Around 8-9pm like that Noel came, then i had a serious talk with him then everything is fine again. After finish talking, we join them for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish eating, i sent Nette home and then i cycle home myself. Noel waited for me under my void deck. He gave me the present, a crystal with flowers and the word "i love you" in it. so sweet.. thank you.. first time someone gave me a crystal.. Noel had a few rounds on my new bike then i realise, my butt hurts. hahaha... too big butt.. i went up and he went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day today, this coming monday, nette and i are planning on going cycling. Yeah.. New hobby..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115237457612638311?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115237457612638311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115237457612638311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115237457612638311' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115226744268073738</id><published>2006-07-07T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:17:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good but tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is on leave today, so he brought my mother and me out for shopping. We first went to alot of places, pasir ris, tampines and bedok. We first went to tampines to find malay medicine for my mother, but dont have. After that we headed to Bedok, to look for my mother's clothes, blouses and pants. Bought 2 pairs each and it costs $60 plus already. So expensive eventhough one piece doesnt go over $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we went to Pasir ris dr 6 to buy food for my brother whose at home. My father suddenly decided that he want to buy a bicycle. So we went to the bicycle shop and my father bought a $88 mountain bike(u.p $100 plus), after installing the lights, the black thing covering the tire(dont know what its called) and lock, it cost him $150. I saw one mountain bike, good design and its relatively cheap $68, but i didnt buy as i seldom cycle. I suppose it'll be a waste of money if i buy it. I bought a 3 for $10 3/4 pants. Hahaha... nice design, worth buying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115226744268073738?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115226744268073738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115226744268073738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115226744268073738' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115211550686095255</id><published>2006-07-05T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:05:06.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a farking loner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel like i have no one in this world that i can rely on. I dont have the friends that i use to have.. I dont have the lifestyle that i use to have. Everything have changed, everbody's changing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like the lifestyle that i'm having now, i really hope that time would passes by quickly so that i can go to school. I wont have to think abt all these stupid friendship problems, relationship problems, family problems, all the problems.. I want to run away from them, i dont want to face them. I just want to concentrate on getting my degree and start my working life. I just to end all the farking nonsense i'm facing right now.. What the fark, why do i have to face all these things, i didnt ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must i farking go through all these when i am not in the wrong..? I just want to get attention, is that wrong of me to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115211550686095255?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115211550686095255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115211550686095255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115211550686095255' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115182007460697728</id><published>2006-07-02T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:01:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>History has repeated... Brazil lost to France again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up so late to watch the Brazil-France match just to end up with disappointments. Brazil lost to France 0-1. Ronaldinho got the chance to score during the last few minutes by a freekick, but the ball just went over the post. It was maddening to watch the match, France's defence was too strong for Brazil to attack. Brazil didnt really put in an extra effort to attack and their defence was terrible. It is time for Brazil to go home, but at least Ronaldo broke the World Cup record of the most number of goals scored. Now, i got dark rings for nothing. Haiz.. Nvm, lets just hope for portugal to win the world cup in the hands of Scolari. Go go go... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, i'm going to send Noel off. Sob sob... Must wait one more week then can see each other again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115182007460697728?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115182007460697728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115182007460697728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115182007460697728' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115176657857920637</id><published>2006-07-01T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:09:38.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fun Date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel picked me up at 3pm as morning i had to do chores. He bought me a wallet which cost $33 from wallet shop and a handphone accessory(a rabbit). Thank you dear.. We went to Parkway parade for our late lunch, we had KFC as i was longing for zinger burger. After our lunch, we walked around parkway parade looking for something to buy but in the end we didnt buy anything. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 plus we head to Katong shopping centre to play bowling. It was the first time that the two of us played bowling together. Very cheap, only $2.50 before 8pm and $3 after 8pm. This is the first time Noel played bowling, but his scores are not bad. Hahaha.. Scored above 60 points. My skills have deteriorate and i scored only around 100-140 range. We played two games each but our hands have already gone tired and started to throw leeway. Hahaha.. It was very fun. Hope we will go and play again some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, we went to whitesands for our late dinner, we had new york pizza. After eating we went to buy drinks from NTUC and he sent me home. Although, it was a short period of time, but i had fun.. Thanks for the wonderful time. So long never been this happy. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115176657857920637?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115176657857920637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115176657857920637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115176657857920637' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-115168163347093515</id><published>2006-06-30T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:33:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday in advance Fabian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30pm, i went out of my "house"(more to prison) cos i cannot stand the quarelling plus my mother throwing chairs all over the house. I'm going to die of heart attack sooner or later. Went around whitesands while waiting for Noel to come at 7.30pm. In the end he reach the interchange at 8pm. My leg almost broke waiting for him. Poor Noel, he lost his voice after being the in charge of the whole platoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to look for Fabian's birthday present cos i told the rest that i'm not chipping in their present. It was kind of a last minute decision for us to go to the party. Since we didnt really have plans and Noel has eaten his dinner, so we went. After buying, we went to Simei and Fabian brought us into the private area. Hmmm, didnt know that they were waiting for me to come. Got a little bit of a hostility from them..? or maybe i was being sentitive...? I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck.. I couldnt care less cos maybe i'm no longer a part of the group...? or maybe i'm the one who is keeping away from the group...? Well, all of them have backbones, unlike me. Stay at home, babysit my mother and brother. So, maybe that differentiates me from the rest. I didnt approach them and they also didnt approach me. Its cool. If its meant to be then let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo, Jx, Veron, Joyce andAnqi was there already. Leo was bald too, he got into MINDEF. Jx still working, he has alot of hair. Hahaha.. Talk to Leo and Jx about army stuff. Kinda fun. Makes me part of the army.&lt;br /&gt;Fabian made a wish, "Hope tomorrow i can get married". Haha.. Sorry pal, u have to go army first. Hahaha... Better luck next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9.50pm Noel, Jx, Leo and me went home. I cannot stay out too long as my father was not at home. Noel sent me home and then he went home. Tmr we are going for a date. Hehe.. Long time nv go out together le wor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-115168163347093515?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115168163347093515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/115168163347093515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115168163347093515' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114999408051093498</id><published>2006-06-11T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T10:48:00.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, Noel went into Tekong. I sent my parents to the hospital first then I went to take 17 to PR int. Met Noel earlier for breakfast cum lunch, then went to Whitesands foodcourt. Ate till around 12am. Then Noel's mum join us followed by his father and brother. While his parents ate, Noel and i went to NTUC to buy drinks, i brought him some snacks so that he can eat it when he is hungry. The time passes very fast. After we bought the things, its time for him to board the bus with his family and i went back to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reach the hospital, my father was still around when actually he was suppose to be at work. I went into the ward and saw my brother getting ready to go home, means he can be discharged already. He has been there for 3 days, for breaking his right middle finger, its time for him to go home. Got everything ready then waited for the doctor to give him the med, discharge letter. Took taxi home and do some housework, around the evening, my ah ma came with my aunt, uncle and cousin. After visiting my brother, they went home. Then around midnight, i dont know why become crazy le, change my bedsheet, cushion everything in the whole house. I dont know how to pass the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114999408051093498?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114999408051093498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114999408051093498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114999408051093498' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114973970655785554</id><published>2006-06-08T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T12:10:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Photos: &lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g111/tpgrad_06/"&gt;http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g111/tpgrad_06/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was my graduation day, reached there around 8.50 plus. Register myself at level 2 then went to register my parents at level 3. After registering my parents, we were sent to different seats, but actually we were supposed to sit close to each other. My parents were sitting at the middle bottom section of the tcc. Then i asked one of the ushers, she said that my parents could sitt close to me, so i asked them to come over, sit at the fifth row while i sat at the 3rd row seat C13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one the graduand came in, Jian Hui(Gold award for cen), YC(bronze award), Justin(silver award) and Aini(bronze award). After all have arrived, Jacqueline gave us a briefing on when to go up the stage and when we can go to the toilet, and after the ceremony where we are suppose to go to take pictures with the vips... Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 7 of us award winners have to wait a long time before we are presented the medals. We are the last few to receive our awards. So we waited for 370 plus names to be called b4 it is our turn. Very long.. Froze to death, very cold and i feel like i wanted to pee but i didnt want to go out when the ceremony has already begun. 11:54am, finally it is our turn to receive our award, walk down the stairs, queue up. YC was the first to go, i heard some laughter but i couldnt see what happened. I was rather nervous, it was like a special award, so i was thinking like, would there be anyone who would shout, would i receive a tremendous applouse, nah... it didnt happen.. just normal. hahaha.. not so popular after all.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving our awards, we went to take pictures with the VIPs at a special room. Took a pic with my family. Cool, like a privilege. I was standing next to Mrs Lay, and she said out loud, "this is their proud moments". Hmmm, i was proud of myself for obtaining the award. I worked for it and i deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self dedication;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank all those who have helped me in my work, lecturers and fellow classmates, those who have worked with me in projects. Thanks to all my friends who have been there for me, studied with me, play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving my parents food to eat, talked Mr Ng CL, we went off, i was suppose to mingle with the VIPs.. hahaha.. I went outside to find Noel, and hand in the photo order form. My parents went off first while i mingle with the ifc students outside. Took photos with Noel's mum, Noel, JX, Fabian, JR, Wei Tian, Anjana, alot more. Stayed for quite long, then they decided to go eat Sakea as it was TL's treat. I went home to change then Noel and I went to Whitesands to have a swensens meal. After that we walked around, meeting JR, Fabian and JX to play pool at dte. JX came later as he went home to change. We played till 6 plus then we went to play arcade, find words and two rounds of basketball. hahahaha.. then i went home to watch Singapore Idol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114973970655785554?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114973970655785554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114973970655785554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114973970655785554' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114917891602464981</id><published>2006-06-02T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:21:56.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah..! I'm graduating soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day i have been waiting for its just a few days coming. However, one thing that i cant accept is, one BIG pimple is growing on my nose..!! ARGH... this is terrible, i just want to look nice in the photos taken on that day.. for memories.. i dont want to look at my photos and see one BIG PIMPLE on my nose...! This is a nightmare.. anyone has a remedy to make the pimple go away b4 the big day..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been rotting at home lately, i guess i'll be rotting till i start my university. Thats sad.. cos all my friends are busy working while i'm sitting at home facing my mother. Thats just sad.. Noel is also leaving me for army, i'll be lonelier.. i'll just play some detective games to make my brain move.. hmmm.. must exercise my brain before it died..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114917891602464981?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114917891602464981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114917891602464981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114917891602464981' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114710192719372523</id><published>2006-05-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:25:27.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GRADUATION CEREMONY 2006 - AWARD/PRIZE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a letter from Temasek Polytechnic, dated 5 May 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Graduand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRADUATION CEREMONY 2006 - AWARD/PRIZE WINNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Congratulation on the successful completion of your course of study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 In recognition of your excellent performance during your course of study at the Polytechnic, you have been awarded the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Microsoft Singapore Course Gold Medal (top student of the course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 The above award(s)/prize(s) will be presented during the Graduation Ceremony in June 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 We wish you all the best in your future endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soh Eng Khim, Sharon (Ms)&lt;br /&gt;Registrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114710192719372523?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114710192719372523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114710192719372523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114710192719372523' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114701475120862742</id><published>2006-05-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:12:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am i really an outsider...?  or&lt;br /&gt;is it me who outcast myself till i believe i am an outsider..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream this morning.. a bad dream.. it was on friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really fated for me to not have friends just because i have a bf..?&lt;br /&gt;then if i wish to have my friends, i have to be a spinster?&lt;br /&gt;be single all my life...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whether the dream will come true...&lt;br /&gt;I hope not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been some time.. thinking back upon what has happened, i realised sth..&lt;br /&gt;I am sensitive and i seriously am a person who wants face..&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to simply send a sms saying, "how have u been?".. "busy lately?"...&lt;br /&gt;But everyday i have been thinking abt it.. What kind of person am i..?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of friend am i..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me out, i keep thinking..&lt;br /&gt;"is it going to be fine..? are they going to joke abt it again..?"&lt;br /&gt;"are they going to sit at the other table again..?"&lt;br /&gt;all this run through my brain.. i dont dare to go.&lt;br /&gt;this has made me even worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i have been spending my time with Noel only..&lt;br /&gt;Noel has been my one and only friend..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whether to blame Noel for being my bf&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;to blame myself for Noel being my bf...&lt;br /&gt;But i know one thing, he has certainly been my "friend" when i am down..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114701475120862742?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114701475120862742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114701475120862742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114701475120862742' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114658076441536552</id><published>2006-05-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:39:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read it on your own wish.. Its not gonna be good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the day that i have been looking forward to but to my misfortune, what i had expected didnt turn out the way it is. I was hoping that i would get a welcoming and heartwarming treatment from my friends since it has been a long time since we last met. However, it didnt turn out the way it was supposed to be. At first, it was rather good, play a round of basketball, talked about nette's new phone, played the word search game and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it didnt seem any good... Went to eat at BK. Enter BK, found two empty tables...&lt;br /&gt;Noel and I settled on one table, the rest on the other table... Why must be that kind of arrangement? Am i not part of the group.......?????? cos i have Noel with me.....???? Is that the treatment i deserve to get? Just because Noel is with me...? Then whats the point of me going there...??? I might as well go other better place with Noel, together.. alone..? why do i make a point to be present there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to toilet.. After i come back from toilet... u all move to another table further from where Noel, Jr and I were sitting, when i asked u all to move back, did u all move back....??? asked urself these question, what have i done to deserve this kind of treatment, not like i see all of u everyday, rarely get to see u all and i get that kind of treatment... put urself in my shoes.. it may make me look as if i'm petty, but i dont mind because i want to voice out how i feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask urselves, am i in the wrong to have treated u all in that manner..? That is partly the reason why i make myself scarce after that incident cos it is useless for me to sit there aimlessly, u all were talking among urselves. What's the point..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About solving this matter, irregardless of talking over the phone or meeting me, this would not solve the problem either, if we had talked over the phone or met up, either of us or probably both of us, would have ended up crying and the problem would still be left lying just like that. Its the matter of how the opposite party feels. if we had talked, i would assure u that we would still have the feeling that the problem is still not solved as this is a very sensitive issue and it was quite a big blow to me. If i would have told u all earlier, the circumstances would still be the same. On the other hand, i thought that with time u all will drop it and stop joking around anymore but to no avail, u all still acted that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe u can say that the problem lies with me or u all. You all were joking and i find it childish and could not tolerate it. so.... must really give time to think thru this issue. I have make known my unhappiness, the rest is up to u all to accept it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114658076441536552?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114658076441536552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114658076441536552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114658076441536552' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114515565349864095</id><published>2006-04-16T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:47:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to apologise for my behaviour these past few days. I have not been myself lately, too many problems occured and i went bezerk. Even fought with my mother cos i was too stressed up. Maybe cos I was tired after work and adding to it was problems with my relastionship, makes me go crazier than ever. This is one of the reason why i cancelled all my appointments with u all, on top of that I got curfew by my mother. Sorry, i will make up to it when the time comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114515565349864095?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114515565349864095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114515565349864095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114515565349864095' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114455883468422119</id><published>2006-04-09T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:05:01.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Bunch Of Crap.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anything sms me.."&lt;br /&gt;"i didnt know that it happened this way"&lt;br /&gt;if u know that ur batt is already weak or saw it left a few bar, why dont u charge it..? then whats the point of telling me to sms u if anything happened. if i had died, u wouldnt even know till this morning. no point of telling u. no use of explaining everything now. u simply dont bother to take note of it, go sleep lor, since it is more important. If u tell me u are tired, i am even more tired than u, being sick is more times tiring than being tired after hours of work. U simply dont care! If u are reading this, i hope that u will regret ur actions ytd, cos u only have two months left, but if u wish to act this way for this coming two months, i advice u to be prepared for the worse after u have gone in. Very disappointed, the person i want to confide in most doesnt give a damn about me. What the heck.. Might as well no need to sms me this morning. I died already... U dont have to find me anymore. Go and sleep ur life for the rest of ur life... Dont give a damn about me.. Dont have to ignore me then find me. I dont wish for these kind of attention. Anyway i have transferred back the remaining balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114455883468422119?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114455883468422119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114455883468422119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114455883468422119' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114430489758800951</id><published>2006-04-06T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T18:43:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help...!! Diarehoe...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having diarehoe for 3 days non stop. This is the worse that i have experience.. It all started on 4th April 2006, Tuesday. Right after i ate instant quaker oat and two slices of bread spread with magarine. Tried eating pocai on tuesday, still diarehoe but not that serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, working, early in the morning Noel help me buy the medicine that the doctor always prescribe me when i have diarehoe, ate a few pieces of raisin bread. it started to get well "abit" by the afternoon. But i still when to the toilet alot of times, Jx and Noel can be the alibi, I keep going to the toilet. During lunch i didnt eat much, a little bit of porridge and two pieces of raisin bread. By the time i end work, went to buy porridge and accompany Noel eat his dinner, while he eat i visited the toilet. Hmmm, very terrible. It was raining heavily, we tried to get home and got drenched abit. When i reach home straight away go bathe, then eat porridge, take very long time to eat but in the end still cannot finish the porridge, no appetite. In the middle of the night, I was hungry so i ate two pieces of gardenia bread, go toilet, diarehoe again. terrible de.. i cannot take it le, eat the medicine again. went to slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning i wake up 9 plus, first thing i do is go toilet, shit again, diarehoe again. I was very very hungry also. So i was shivering, felt very weak, cannot take it, i asked Noel to help me buy bread, if i were to wait for my father to come back, i would have felt even worse. He came with cheese bread, after eating, i still went to toilet. Put medicated oil on my stomach also no difference. I still go toilet alot of times. I ate the medicine again also no difference. I have decided to go doctor later after 5pm, cos the doctor who is familiar with my illness starts work at 5pm.. so late.. have to ren till 5pm. All i can do now is to go toilet when nature calls.. hmmm.. very ke lian me.. i didnt tell all my friends cos i dont want them to worry. i will tell what the doctor says in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;Went to see doctor already, cost me a bomb! $46. The doctor says it might be the case of food poisoning cos i everyday eat outside food. The food that i took might be contaminated. I am to avoid food that have been "displayed" for more than 24hr and cold food. Thanks to my mother, who requested for more medicine... now i have to swallow 5 different type of medicine! Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114430489758800951?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114430489758800951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114430489758800951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114430489758800951' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114412156333373223</id><published>2006-04-04T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:53:13.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeee.... Ice Age 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel and I went to watch ice age 2 on 3rd march 2006, Friday. Woodlands Cathay. The show is recommendable, very funny, laugh until stomach can burst. As usual the ending will be touching and I shed some tears. Haha.. same as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo... Intense lightning almost killed us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Noel and I were walking under my void deck and it was raining heavily plus there was intense lightning and thunder. While we were walking towards my block side staircase to the lift, one intense lightning just "ZZZZZ" towards us, it was only a few metres away from us, luckily we get to run in time into a corner and hide for a moment. Both of us were shocked and scared, we can feel each others heartbeat thumping like mad. While we were hiding there were a few more intense lightning. It was very dangerous, we might have been striked by that lightning and died. I suggested that we go to my house until the rain stops then go for dinner cos i was very scared. When i reach home, my house electricity tripped. Those few intense lightning was very powerful, if that has striked us, i think i wouldnt be here posting this blog. That is why before I went to eat dinner at Tampines, i asked JX whether its raining there. We must take precautious when it comes to this kind of incidents. Jx, now u know why i run to the bpp first the other day.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114412156333373223?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114412156333373223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114412156333373223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114412156333373223' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114352325069049077</id><published>2006-03-28T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:20:50.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to remember dates, regardless of important dates or non important dates.&lt;br /&gt;It makes someone feels that they are important, especially when it comes to bdates.&lt;br /&gt;Some will feel inferior when their friends bdates are forgotten. But I try very hard to rmb cos it&lt;br /&gt;makes a difference to them, even though they say its ok.. Even if I have a very terrible stm, i still didnt forget totally. Hmmm, so they say I everything forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only dates are important, words expressed are very important to me. I am a person who&lt;br /&gt;doesnt like liars. If someone had promise to do sth, they must do it. I will get very upset if&lt;br /&gt;the promises are empty. Same goes for me, when i promise to do sth, i will try make it into a reality, not just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i started working, i hardly had time to play, i missed playing and i want to play. Missed being carefree, missed being naughty, missed being playful, missed being pampered. I want to do all this. When can i do all this....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114352325069049077?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114352325069049077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114352325069049077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114352325069049077' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114216873945367992</id><published>2006-03-12T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:05:40.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything has been resolved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are still together...&lt;br /&gt;after a long day of hide and seek, we definitely have fate to be together.&lt;br /&gt;this is the second time that i went to bedok to cool myself down.&lt;br /&gt;after walking around, i felt tired and was on my way to the interchange from the posb area.&lt;br /&gt;coincidently, noel came and walk by the kfc.&lt;br /&gt;this is the second time that we resolve everything, met at that area.&lt;br /&gt;dont know why but that is the place that meet us up. then everthing is resolved.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, everything will be fine now that things are back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;i want to thanks my friend for taking care of me and supporting me when i was feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;very grateful to have such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;love you all.. give kiss.. muack muack.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114216873945367992?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114216873945367992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114216873945367992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114216873945367992' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114208480940254062</id><published>2006-03-11T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T21:46:49.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promises are meant to be broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many promises, all broken...&lt;br /&gt;so many chances, all not cherished...&lt;br /&gt;so many expectations, all not met...&lt;br /&gt;so many dreams, all shattered...&lt;br /&gt;so many plans, all going down the drain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos of "I dunno what else can i say and do next".&lt;br /&gt;a piece of advice, give up...&lt;br /&gt;Three days has passed, but my heart is still shattered.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what else to expect, the more i expect, i am more disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Whats done, doesnt show any sincerity at all.&lt;br /&gt;since there's nothing else can be said and done, lets just go our own seperate ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114208480940254062?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114208480940254062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114208480940254062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114208480940254062' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-114199789674999516</id><published>2006-03-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:01:05.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to be happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must i go through all this again and again.&lt;br /&gt;haven i had enough of crying, heart wrenching situations..&lt;br /&gt;do i really want to go through this again?&lt;br /&gt;this is the question that have been going through my mind&lt;br /&gt;the past few days. i do not wish to be hurt any longer.&lt;br /&gt;the blow is too hard for me to handle. i am not emotionally strong&lt;br /&gt;enough to fight this battle. I really dont wish to end up being&lt;br /&gt;left behind, i'd rather be released from the cluthes of&lt;br /&gt;stupidity or simply a matter of rash decisions than being hurt&lt;br /&gt;deeply in time to come. i completely have no believe in this matter&lt;br /&gt;anymore. all my beliefs have crushed, i have nothing left to give.&lt;br /&gt;i am not happy because of this and i dont think that giving it another&lt;br /&gt;try, i will be happy. i am very afraid that history repeating itself.&lt;br /&gt;believe me it will happen again, its just the matter of time. &lt;br /&gt;I dont know whether will i or will i not be happy after this, but i just have&lt;br /&gt;no other choice, i seriously dont wish to be unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-114199789674999516?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114199789674999516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/114199789674999516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114199789674999516' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-113687218923615474</id><published>2006-01-10T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:49:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terrible Day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd had a very bad day. Very bad till I cried until my eyes go blurry at night. Morning was fine not till Wireless lesson. All started to go wrong. CYY bullied me, beat my hand, pinch my hand, even slapped my face eventhough it was a light one.. and none of my friends around stand up for me. They just sit there and do nothing. What kind of friends are those? utterly disappointed with them. Ok, fine nvm. I am already pek chek and some more ppl keep calling and calling and calling.. very irritating. Then keep asking me where to eat where to eat, cant u all just think??&lt;br /&gt;I too fed up le, walked away, hoping to be alone. But no, Noel keep following me till I sat at Blk 19 concourse. I was feeling vexed and i just feel that I want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after some time, Noel told me that all of them are in short circuit, ok, i went there and to find that they all happily eating.. and I'm suppose to sit at the tables at the end of the canteen, how great.. good friends indeed. Fine, i didnt eat, after drinking i went off.. very good treatments. ask me to come short circuit but didnt reserve a not even a chair. good lor.. fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to Blk 14 concourse and sit there all alone. Emotions started to build up and all of a sudden i'm crying.. I'm thinking whether those tears are worthwhile or not or maybe i'm just wasting my tears. why would i want to cry for those people who doesnt even care about me. all this ran through my mind. thinking of it makes me cry even more, cos it makes me feel that i'm not important and i'm nothing.. they probably will think that its my pms! what the heck, i'm hungry, just eat.. very disappointed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch break is over, went for lecture. I just wanted to be alone at that period of time. Coming to me would mean death and total ignore. After lecture, well maybe i can say this is the best thing that happen ytd. We got back our Sattelite marks, i am delighted to see the marks, i scored full marks for it, 100.. very happy. finally sth to make me happy on that day. After that, we went back to the lab. I found out that, my com is already plugged with external cable and i didnt know how to configure it. I didnt want to stay at the lab, doing nothing. I got to know that TL will come only after 4pm. My stomach was grumbling, so I went to eat at short circuit and soon after Joyce came and we went to eat some snacks. 4pm went back to the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tested the thing for more than 3hr, only Nokia series 40 could work. The series 60 phone and phillips phone didnt work. so we have nothing else to do, went home straight. Since no one even bother to look for me, still got the mood to go eat. eating is more important, thats what i deduct from ytd about my friends. very good friends indeed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-113687218923615474?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113687218923615474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113687218923615474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113687218923615474' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-113570147335438622</id><published>2005-12-28T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:41:23.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why am I always Unhappy.. Its Not Like I Want to be Unhappy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always me who is unhappy? cant anyone let me be happy? why do i always have to be upset and face disappointments.. i dont want.. many times already.. i'm sick of it.. and everytime same resolution.. an apology. i mean what else can i expect or receive except for an apology. rather than accepting, i'd rather make myself disappear. i feel better, all alone. no one to make me unhappy, nobody to make me angry. i seriously think i deserve a little respect! i feel so controlled.. i want to make my own decision and i expect ppl to respect that... but no. No one listens.. am i to blame for all these unhappiness? i am never going to appear in this world anymore besides important school matters. Dont bother to sms me or call me anymore. That applies to all of you. I seriousy need the time to relax myself so please respect my decision. I would truly be grateful to all of u to just let me have the time all to myself. Wish you all have a nice holiday! Happy New Year in advanced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-113570147335438622?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113570147335438622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113570147335438622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113570147335438622' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-113379838497127423</id><published>2005-12-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:03:04.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very Upset!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmm... very sad. Got back my quiz marks and not really happy with it while everyone around me was happy, i sat there alone crying! Ppl around me said nvm its ok,only a few marks, never fail what so ever. But they dont know how important it was to me. What make things worse was when i am already very upset, someone keep mentioning things like wah, i anyhow do also can get correct, what tian cai, what so ever.. I mean i know that person is very happy but it is as if that person cannot see and feel for me. I already very upset about my marks and he gave me those remarks, i feel so despised lor. Then i thought about the other person, went to study with me, but keep saying dont know dont know. then in the end get high marks also. i feel so stupid, why those people never study can get high marks, say dont know also can get high marks, i study so hard, so stupid get such marks.. thinking about this really makes me cry and super duper disappointed with myself... what wrong did i do to deserve this kind of treatment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ppl will say that i am a pessimist but if you ppl are in my shoes, i believe you will feel the way i feel. i get so emotional about this because i am no doubt a competitive person but i dont blame anyone cos its my own fault. i have to blame myself for not putting in more effort. but then i was really upset cos at the time i needed support, no one was present yet again. one dont care, one dont know do what.. keep asking me u ok or not? wont help, only making me feel worse.. do sth instead of asking me are u ok or not.. i really want to thank joyce, i think only she knows how to make me feel better..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopefully there wont be any next time.. really cannot take it.. very very upset!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-113379838497127423?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113379838497127423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113379838497127423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113379838497127423' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-113334892071974145</id><published>2005-11-30T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:08:40.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wee... Very tiring...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning was spoilt, thanks to someone. But luckily my afternoon is not that bad. I went out, met Joyce at pasir ris control station, then went to tamp to meet Nette and someone she just now, his name is Paul if i'm not wrong. Never really care. Look at him, ok la. Not that bad. Built and should say got baby face even though he got some acnes on his cheek. See him like rich and studious since he in ntu. Xiao mei does that answer your question? Ok, we headed for the esplanade cos he wanted to look at poster, then i suggested that we go see merlion. so we did. Then we went to suntec walk around, played dance revolution then Joyce and I see ppl trying very hard to get pooh bear from the $1 coin machine. In suntec, we saw this shop with hello kitty collection and i saw this rabbit that i bought in mac donalds, the name is "cinnamoroll".. very cute, got alot.. but too bad the prices are quite expensive. After we go carrefour, we go home liao cos very tired. whole afternoon walk non-stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-113334892071974145?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113334892071974145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113334892071974145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113334892071974145' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-113326818202396799</id><published>2005-11-29T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:43:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the hell... What Kind of Attitude is that???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are not happy with me, u can jolly well get out of my life.. There is no need for you to show me your attitude.. I am not a person who you can push too far. Better watch your limit! You cannot push your luck too much. You think merely by saying sorry, you expect me to forgive and forget.. You playing around with my feelings ar? You think i what? Doll... with no feelings.. Please use your brain and think, not everytime ppl can forgive and forget things easily.. Furthermore, what you have done are too much. From a small matter, you have made it worse! Dont expect me to forgive you so easily.. I have stated clearly that I hate ppl who show attitude to me. Its good enough that I never slap your face just now! You can forget about apologising, cos it wont help! Whatever you do now wont help cos I am sick of you apologising and you showing me your sad face and your msn nick and whatever.. I just ask you to let me live peacefully. Thats all.. Is that too much to ask for?  Please la, let me have some peace..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-113326818202396799?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113326818202396799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113326818202396799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113326818202396799' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-113309294219504098</id><published>2005-11-27T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:07:10.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wont bother anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are my concerns worthwhile? Are my views appreciated?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, I feel as if I bother too much. If I had known that I would be asked question about my concerns and views, I wouldn't have shown my concerns and views. I thought that it was fine and there wasn't any need of change, well maybe the way I expressed it was wrong. I'm sorry about that. Since it has resulted to that kind of questions, doubts about me. I am very disappointed and there is no point for me to explain. I will never bother about any affairs related, I will never give any concerns nor will I give you anymore of my views. There is no need for your explanation. You can go back to your old life and do whatever you want. You can enjoy your life because I wont bother you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-113309294219504098?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113309294219504098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113309294219504098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113309294219504098' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-113273116914411383</id><published>2005-11-23T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T15:34:18.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terrible Terrible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was up the whole night because my stomach gave me problems again after so long..&lt;br /&gt;The pain was untolerable, i had to sit in the toilet for more than an hour. It was torturous..&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was able to release the agony. However, the pain doesnt just end there. After I got out of toilet, I went to bed but I felt this sudden coldness, it was raining at that time. So I thought it was the rain that makes my room cold, but then the jacket and blanket and all the pillows around me doesnt make me any warmer, i was shivering and that doesnt allow me to go to sleep. I tossed and turn, even off my fan but I still shiver like i was placed in a freezer. After half an hour or so, the shivering resides.&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up quite a few times because my stomach giving me problems again.. so I went to the toilet a few times. Terrible, sms my friends cancel all appointments. Sorry guys. I didnt even go to school for demonstration. 12 plus Joyce accompanied me to the doctor. The doctor said that there are wind in my stomach and probably i ate wrong things. Thanks Joyce for your company. Muacks! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Ate the medicine already, hope that it'll help and reduce the toilet visiting.. Terrible Terrible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-113273116914411383?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113273116914411383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/113273116914411383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113273116914411383' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112818229186218457</id><published>2005-10-01T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:58:11.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fun Day!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm.. 3pm met Veron, Joyce, Jana, Jx and Noel at Eastpoint. went to play pool. and at the arcade we got to know there is this new machine. a basketball machine. so we are pretty excited about it. especially me and veron ba. haha.. so we went to play pool first then in the midst of it, me and veron went to play. after we played once, we had soo much fun that we cannot resist it. haha.. so we didnt really play for long.mostly is joyce play with JX. haha.. so after pool, we all went to play the basketball machine. had so much fun.. till an accident happen, i believe that it wasnt done on purpose too. so i was fine with it, anyway it was a game of course there will be some bruises and scratches everywhere. i was a sportman so i know. and it hurts only for a while, i was too busy playing till i didnt really feel the pain. still continue to play. so no need to fall over just because of sth small k.. and i believe that the middle person have the intention of helping so i hope u all understand. dont take it to heart k.. be happy always.. HeeZ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that, Veron, Noel,Jx,Lynette and me went to have our dinner at KFC! Hehe.. Lynette went off earlier, the rest of us went to look for VCD. Veron bought VCD at Eastpoint while we went to Bedok, cos i wanted to buy a malay VCD at a cheaper price. hehe.. saw fabian on the way out of Eastpoint, talk awhile then seperated. At bedok, Veron bought some shirts for her work i suppose and her mom too. hehe.. so sweet and thoughtful of her.. hehe.. then we all went home..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watched the VCD le, not really that nice, the plot is very messy and the script not very well written as compared to the last two sequel of the show. hmmm.. nvm, at least it is not the worse show that i have ever watched. hehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112818229186218457?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112818229186218457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112818229186218457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112818229186218457' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112809408422367590</id><published>2005-09-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:28:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First Ever Trip To Beach Road...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;went there to eat after Veron had knock off from work. Went with Noel, Fabian, Joyce, Lynette. We played the see saw there and Joyce got injured by it while waiting for Fabian and Veron.. So sad.. I was not hungry so didnt really ate much. I ate Char Kway Teow. Actually wanted to eat the soup tulang but then it will be very hard cos not really easy to suck the things out. Haha.. must save face also.. hehe... drank the horlicks blend there and it was superb too bad i was too full to finish it. it is super duper sweet.. that was the first time ever that i have stepped into beach road. didnt really walk there just now. must find one day to walk around. after dinner, they went to play pool. i never play cos too tired and full. kinda expensive though, $7.80 per hour. thats all for today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112809408422367590?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112809408422367590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112809408422367590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112809408422367590' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112767028354227833</id><published>2005-09-26T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:44:43.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finding job for fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in the midst of finding job for the fun of it. Actually, I am looking for a job with Lynette. Since she is looking for a job so i thought of joining her as well. part time job. We went for two interviews le, one is sakura the other is haagen danz. waiting for their replies. If dont have, is fine with me cos i dont really need a job. Its Lynette who needs the job. If can get the job, can earn extra income for my expenses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last objectives of my project is done, now no need to really go back to school, waiting for my teacher to give us new work, since our leader tell us to keep low about our progress so we keep quiet. haha.. so i will be staying at home unless required to go back to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its been quite some time since i last blogged. nothing much happen, just that got some people complaining. haha.. nvm la. their mouth, their mind. i cant stop them from thinking and speaking. haha.. just live and let live.. haha..chim hor.. dont understand nvm, better not to understand. haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112767028354227833?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112767028354227833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112767028354227833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112767028354227833' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112679361045371621</id><published>2005-09-15T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:40:08.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/345/1600/5_Of_Us1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/345/200/5_Of_Us1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jian Rong and Leandro birthday celebration..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually their birthday falls on the 17th of September but we celebrated in advanced because Leandro is not free except for that day. We celebrated their birthday on Wednesday, 14th September. I went to school in the afternoon to do my project but went i reach there, i end up chatting on MSN because i wasnt in the mood to think of how to do. In the end, 4 plus pm, I went off. Noel, JX and me went to find food to eat because i haven had my lunch. After that, met up with Joyce and Veron (they just came back from Lavender, Joyce collect her pay, Veron follow). After Veron's er jie came, the two sisters planning to buy TV because their TV at home produces an insect sound. hahaha... We all walk around the east link to find cake for the two bday boys. Actually wanted to buy tiramisu cake but then bought by one customer earlier then us. So, we take chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Marina Bay MRT to meet the two bday boyz. Both were late.. Haha.. nvm, they are the stars. We took bus to the steamboat area, waited quite long for the bus to come. We went to Dragon Village to eat, they gave us a big table.. hahaha... one area occupied by Leo, JR and JX while the other me, Joyce and Noel. Here comes the food part.. Leandro's area was chicken soup based then they add a lot of ingredients to enchance the soup taste while our area just add prawn nia. Dont want too fanciful the soup because it is tom yam flavoured. We took quite a lot of foods, chicken satays, prawns, crabs, fishballs, crabsticks, lady fingers (Noel's fav), squid, and lots more. We literally keep cooking and i keep peeling prawns (for people and myself) and crabs (all to myself). hahaha.. Ate quite an amount, very fulling. Jian Rong, Leandro and Jin Xian keep eating watermelon and honeydew because they are juicy, they dont wish to buy the water cos very expensive. Smart of them... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating the foods, we ate the cake. We took some pictures of us during that moments. Funny moments and ugly moments (all me) also.. hahaha.. had fun eating the cake. It was a fun day.. must do more often. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112679361045371621?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112679361045371621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112679361045371621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112679361045371621' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112627949841020884</id><published>2005-09-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:24:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Veron Birthday celebration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Veron, Joyce, Lynette, JX, Noel and Shafiq at 5,30pm. We went for dinner at LJS, in LJS, Veron opened up the present that we bought for her. She took quite some time to open the present. The present is a bottle with some decorative pebbles. Very nice de, then we put our thoughts in papers, so she have to dig it out one by one. The string cannot be untied. Hahaha.. After dinner, we went to play arcade for a while. After that, we went to Bedok pasar malam. Walked around Bedok, Veron bought Men in black 1 and 2. Hahaha.. Walked around the pasar malam and then go home le.. Nothing much, no special activities but we spent the time together.. Valuable.. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112627949841020884?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112627949841020884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112627949841020884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112627949841020884' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112620788742033319</id><published>2005-09-09T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T03:31:27.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BBQ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day off by doing nothing and watch the Chor Hor Leung vcd. 5 plus pm get ready to meet Yong Pin and co. at Dhoby Ghaut mrt. Met Noel first at Eunos platform, cos very early. 6.45pm met them, not late lor. Waited for quite a few people, all from IFC one. Know face but dont know names. 7plus pm then went to the LimTC house at Sunshine plaza. Fabian was late, we walk there le, then he can come. Noel was hungry so we went to Mac to buy a burger. Met Fabian and then walk there. Hmm.. Nice nice, Yong Pin they all also came back after buying drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the 5th level, the swimming pool and the environment is damn nice. Rich people de place. I wait for my future husband to buy houses withg that kind of environment. whahahaha... went to the bbq area. then they start fire le. XiuZhen and Yong Pin did the cooking. Fabian and I wanted to cook but XiuZhen insisted that we sit down. So, we sat around a table and wait for them to serve the food to us and we go take. The food all was nice, especially the prawn. Didnt get to eat much of the foods though, cos too many people le and there is only two cooks. Hahaha.. Noel and I got help a bit, peel off the crabstick plastics. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some fun though, talked with Fabian and Noel. Didnt mingle much with the people, cos dont really know them. We went to explore the swimming pool area after we eat full full. Played with the Jaquzzi(dont know how to spell) and the waterfall. We also played with the playground, quite childish la, hahaha.. miss my childhood days. Noel very heavy sia.. hahaha.. skinny but heavy.. zai.. Finale, we drank a white wine, didnt see the brand. Quite heavy although the percentage is not much. Maybe cos i never drink often, so sad, angeline never drink, dont know whether she dont want or they dont allows her to drink. Noel also never drink, cos he allergic to white wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, help clear the area, clean up the places then all go home le. Overall, kinda fun la. Soon, my turn. I'll be holding one for my bday party ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112620788742033319?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112620788742033319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112620788742033319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112620788742033319' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112589575749291906</id><published>2005-09-05T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:53:13.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ReaLLy Bo Liao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd went around the whole of tampines central with my brother since 11am in the morning. Firstly, we went to Tampines Mall to sign up for a new line. Here comes the problem, the salesperson said that after signing up, we can go to any other shop to sign the contract as well as buying the phone. This happens because my brother who is very fickle minded, at first wanted to buy Nokia 6670 but they dont have it in production in Hello Singtel. Then he decided to take the Sony Ericsson K700i. Halfway through the process he said he want to cancel and wanted to look for the Nokia phone at other retail shops. Therefore, we went around the tampines area to look for that Nokia phone. So suay, it rained.. Lucky i was wearing a sweater,so it wasnt that bad, didnt get soaking wet. We went to every shop to look for that phone and some shops they dont support Singtel. We went to one shop and they said that they cant find my brothers application cos he just applied and needed at most three days for the activation to process. He dont want to wait that long so he had to open a new line. Since he is not yet 21, he cannot open another line from the same operator therefore, i have to open the line. When we were there, i soon bian open myself a new line too. I trade in my 3100 for samsung X640C. A flip phone.. finally.. haha.. my desire have been achieved. The phone doesnt have much functions beside a camera. Thats all. I am fine with it.. soo happy... got a new phone. My new number is 97326544.. I'm not using it yet. When i use it i will inform u peoples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met up with Noel and Fabian to go to Comex. Really nothing there, too crowded. Hate crowded places, basically just walked in never see the products, follow crowd, then go out. The reason why we stayed there for long is cos Fabian played star craft. Noel and I watched. Haha.. Bo liao hor.. He played one game then I very hungry so go eat then go back to play another game. Both games he lost. Haha.. But he got a mouse pad though... Then we went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112589575749291906?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112589575749291906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112589575749291906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112589575749291906' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112567487030110378</id><published>2005-09-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:45:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arghhhh! My MP3......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/345/1600/mymp3big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/345/320/mymp3big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just now after school went to play pool at simei. There was one incident where JX dropped his bottle, while picking it up, Veron's hp dropped, followed by her things inside her bag, then Joyce went to pick up the things. Suddenly, my bag also drop. I dont know how my bag can drop but it dropped to the floor. Inside got a lot of things lor.. JX's vcd, then school's phone. I didnt check my MP3 condition at that time. I only checked the school hp. When i reach home, omg.. I was so damn shock to see my MP3 player to have two vvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyy llllllllllloooooooooooonnnnnnngggggggggg crack! It cracked my heart too lor.. I bought for not barely a year lor, and it is damned expensive lor for that amnt of space! Haiz.. If it is free then, so many cracks also i dont care lor.. This one i buy with money sia, not monopoly money lor. Why must this happen to me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously was Lynette, i borrowed my Square Pegs vcd to her and then my epi 19 and 20 got a lotssssssssss of scratches.. Now my Mp3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it my friends that will cause my bao bei things to be destroyed? Haiz.. Why must this happen to me... Why? Why? Why? I want to cry sia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112567487030110378?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112567487030110378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112567487030110378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112567487030110378' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112558738616114319</id><published>2005-09-01T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:09:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spirits Dampen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned that today, after school, go running at Bedok reservoir. However, heaven is not on our side, it rained the whole day! Therefore, Noel, JX, Lynette, Joyce and and me went to Marine Parade to find birthday presents for Veron, Leandro and Jian Rong.&lt;br /&gt;Walked the whole of Parkway parade, dont know what to buy for them, so we anyhow buy. I shall not say first in case any of them are reading. Whahaha.. secret. shhhh! Most of the time is JX going crazy over big head winnie the pooh, or big head turtles! Diao lor.. cos look like him, got big head.. faint.. I set my eyes on some interesting things also but no money to buy, so can just touch it n fancy it.. hahaha.. If i got bf now very good, ask him buy for me. Weeee... whahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no bf for now nvm. I have alot of xiaodis or pets. Especially my Xiao Bai Tu(Noel), thanks for doting on me and buy me famous amos cookies for me to eat even though they cost a bomb! Guai tu zi.. Xie Xie ni.. Muacks..&lt;br /&gt;Tmr going to Philips tour, then come back school. Dont know will be fun or not. Hope it will be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112558738616114319?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112558738616114319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112558738616114319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112558738616114319' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112507122770142531</id><published>2005-08-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:47:07.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am ah bu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The went very well for today as compared to last week, after school Noel, JX, Joyce, Lynette, Fabian and I went to play tennis. Nothing drastic happen, we played for two hours, around 7.30pm, Boon and Benny joined us. Benni and JX team up, Boon and Fabian team up. The way they play tennis is very funny. They play with so much enthu, full of action, I feel as if i'm watching the matrix. They were running around the whole tennis court and keep hitting the ball to the other court over the fence. too pro liao.. All four of them keep cheering and jeering at each other. The most funniest one is that, Benny and JX, did a cheer by tapping each others butts like the one in Iron Ladies! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;After playing, Boon and Benny went home, Joyce went to ah ma house. So left only 5 of us, JX, Fabian, Noel, Lynette and me. We all went to KFC for dinner. A very fulling dinner, after dinner sat around chit chat. Had a few laughs. Here comes the ah bu part. I cant really remember why JX said i look like ah bu. Then he links it to Noel, Noel then said that "No lar, my mother more prettier than her!". Wah, this part i angry liao. Kns... say me until like that. So i ignored him, when he ask me questions i never reply. I wasnt even angry at him lor. Just that I dont feel like talking to him cos i dont want to hurt myself even deeper. He keep saying that he is joking. Joke also no need to say until like so.... toot what. Haiz, demoralise me, then i no hope le. No need to get myself a boyfriend le. Become a spinster. But after we left KFC, i talked to Noel. Wah he give me attitude sia.. I hate it when people give me attitude. He walk off when I was talking to him. Some more give me attitude bu shuang face. I feel like boxing him le. People want to okie le, make me even worse. Say people already then give me attitude some more. I was like.. what the f***! Despise people already still show atittude. Kns.. Still got the cheek to say, "I also dont know why i angry". Dotz lor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112507122770142531?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112507122770142531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112507122770142531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112507122770142531' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112489750471452234</id><published>2005-08-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:31:44.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back home.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I had a lot of fun while having dinner and after dinner taught lynette some maths. Drew some pictures and laugh again! Noel, JX and Lynette was present anyway. Very happy la.&lt;br /&gt;When i got home, i went to take a bath. Here come bad luck. I was about to fold my pants, then i forgot that i had my hp in the pocket. Suddenly, I saw a white thing fell off my pants, hit the floor, broke into pieces and then one part bounce, bounce, bounce and fell into the toilet hole! It was my HP!!!! ArggHhhhh!!!! Furthermore, the part that went into the hole is the screen.I had to dig it out from the hole and it was all soaked. I dont know whether it can be used or not. Still drying it. Haiz.. hopefully it can be used, if not, people u all no need to call or sms me le. Will update on this matter soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112489750471452234?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112489750471452234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112489750471452234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112489750471452234' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112454941896892912</id><published>2005-08-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:50:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The problem has been resolved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the problem is solved, thanks to that someone for being magnanimous and forgave my mistake. Hope I wont repeat that mistake again, must do some self reflection and control my temper next time. So people who witnessed that incident, must be extra careful with my feelings. As i can be craouzy and do things that are not up to expectation. Yesterday was a very good example.&lt;br /&gt;To that someone, thank you for forgiving me despite what i did to you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my friends who has helped me resolving this problem. Big hug to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now went to accompany JX buy shoe and a present for his xiaomei. Noel, Joyce, Lynette and Veron also join us. All of us went to bugis to buy the shoe, he bought a Nike shoe at a very cheap price and the shoe is damn nice. He bought it at $60 plus. We went around the whole bugis junction to find his xiaomei a present. In the end, he bought a bangle (a strap like watch strap type of bangle) and can add in alphabets. Very nice, Lynette and I planned to get one too but they only have the last piece, so cannot buy le. Maybe next time we buy. After that, we went to Simei to eat banquet and play arcade. Very fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112454941896892912?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112454941896892912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112454941896892912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112454941896892912' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112445716444722276</id><published>2005-08-19T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:12:44.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A moment of Rash-ness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying, "Everyone make mistakes". I just made a major mistake!&lt;br /&gt;Just had a game of tennis, during the game, someone, i shall not mention names, somewhat like provoked me. It was meant to be a joke but i took it too seriously and i lost my mind at that point of time that i threw my racket at that person. It must have hurt alot that that person didnt talk to me even after i apologise and went home after the game. I have apologise umpteen times but that person didnt even reply. That person must be hating me sooo much right now, i just hope that that person will be fine after a few days.&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, i just want to apologise again, Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112445716444722276?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112445716444722276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112445716444722276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112445716444722276' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112437950297157070</id><published>2005-08-18T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:38:22.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching windstruck, highly recommended show by JX. Thanks to JX now i have swollen eyes. Haha.. The show was very very very touching. I cant imagine myself watching this show in the cinema when my tears will be dripping like water tap. Haha.. So paiseh.. My house some more is out of tissue, so i have to use hankerchief to blow my nose. I had to wash the hankerchief three times(during the show) cos i cant stop crying and i have to keep blowing my nose or it'll automatically drip. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Now i cant sleep, if i were to sleep now, tmr morning my eyes will look weird. My eyes will look as if I have been boxed. Hahaha... But it is a very very very nice show. A must watch show for those feeling feeling type. Haha.. Those who want to use up all ur tissues in ur house also can watch. One tissue box wont be enough. Haha.. Now I have to wait till my eyes are ok abit then i can sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112437950297157070?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112437950297157070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112437950297157070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112437950297157070' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112402645944568818</id><published>2005-08-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:34:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon went to Marine Parade with Noel and Joyce for lunch cum dinner. After a meal of fish and chips, we went to giant to walk around. Bought yogurt and that was the first time ever that i ate yogurt. Sour sour de.. After buying, we sat at the waterfall to eat it. After that bought some langsat home. Very cheap 3kg for $2. Went home to watch the new show, The white flame. Very interesting show.&lt;br /&gt;Today, whole day at home.. Very bored. Had a small argument with my mother about my bro's com. Haiz.. His computer keep giving me trouble, after changing to a new one still need me to troubleshoot.. Irritating..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112402645944568818?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112402645944568818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112402645944568818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112402645944568818' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112391207064440949</id><published>2005-08-13T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:47:50.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played badminton after school yesterday with JX, Noel, Joyce and Lynette. We played for two hours straight. Had a lot of fun because JX and Noel are very good partners, jokers, throughout the whole two hours, I am tired of laughing instead of playing badminton. Laugh until stomachache and no energy to play le. Noel keep complaining that I play monkey with him, haha.. too bad, thats how badminton should be played. Play halfway, my stomach giving me problem. Stomachache... Haiz, can i get myself a new stomach?&lt;br /&gt;After playing we went for dinner at the $1 chicken rice stall. Noel and I ate the char kway teow, yum yum.. Very nice. Joyce at mini wok and JX eat rice and the chicken was wrapped in aluminium foil de, then inside got soup de. Dont know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;After that went home. Straight after watching the last episode of PNC, i went to freshen up and then lights off. Very tired and was having stomachache. So sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 12 hours.. pro right. Haha.. Lazy bum.. Woke up le went to iron clothes and now nothing to do. Rotting at home is my plan for today! so boring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112391207064440949?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112391207064440949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112391207064440949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112391207064440949' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112376842960467687</id><published>2005-08-11T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:53:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What a day, today felt very tired because ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Didnt have a good night sleep yesterday night because ;&lt;br /&gt;1.1 Slept at 1am cos trying to debug Motorola codes&lt;br /&gt;1.2 Woke up at 3am, diarrehoe.. spent half an hour in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;1.3 Woke up again at 6.45am, diarrehoe again.. this time i cannot go back to sleep le. Get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;2) Sick and tired of doing UML, so damn difficult, whole day trying to find relationships between the classes and figure out how to use the BlueJ software.&lt;br /&gt;3) Went to the toilet again at 3pm, diarrehoe again.. within an hour, i went to the toilet twice.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda stupid cos I had white milk for tea break in the morning and I ate Curry chicken for lunch, which makes my stomach worse.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better now but must be careful and cannot anyhow eat any food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not the only one who got diarrehoe, Noel, Fabian and JinXian got it too. The reason why all four of us got diarrehoe is because we ate the GRILLED CHICKEN WITH PASTA in breadboard!! Very "nice"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112376842960467687?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112376842960467687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112376842960467687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112376842960467687' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112351954693263132</id><published>2005-08-09T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:45:48.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I just got home from National Day eve "celebration". After school, JX, Noel, Fabian, Lynette,Veron and me went to Tamp central and walk around the white tents area. They put up some army presentation and some food stalls. We reach there around 6pm, that time there werent a lot of things yet. After walking and glancing through the place, we went back to central. Went to meet JOyce there. Joyce reach there at around 7.30pm. We went for our dinner at KFC and then we went back to that area this time with JOyce. I lazy wanna walk the second time, so I sat down at the area there and watch "Monster inc."They were showing it on big screen. Watch free show. The show was halfway through, almost ending. Joyce and Veron went to walk around, they came back with glowsticks! Dotz.. I cried watching the show despite watching it for the dont know how many times.. what a cry baby.. Lolx.. sentimental lah.. wahahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After show, Lynette, JX and Joyce went home. Veron, Noel,Fabian and me decided to take the MRT home. Fabian who is SICK doesnt feel like going home early, so we sent Noel home. The four of us went around Eunos area looking for Veron's long lost cats. She use to play with those cats when she was living there. Anyway, the path to Noel's house is so ULU! there's one spot where there is no light and the "alley" looks so deserted. It was scary, I keep pulling Noel's bag cos I was rather scared and I cant see where I'm going, Veron even knock into something. Finally after a few minutes walk we reach Noel's house. His house looks very old lor and from outside, the inside looks sooo messyyy.. From the window can see clothes being hanged.. Must go renovate again! hahaha.. Noel very bo liao, he went into his house, put his bag then send us to MRT back! Lolx.. then in the end he need to go home alone. I reach home at around 12am lor. Get scolding from parents.. (",)&lt;br /&gt;I just ignore them and went to my room. Hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112351954693263132?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112351954693263132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112351954693263132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112351954693263132' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112342799942278521</id><published>2005-08-07T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:19:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Very boring day for me today cos whole day stay at home. Wake up at the sound of "dang ding dang ding".. Got up from my bed and saw some people, carrying metals under the void deck. After a while, i saw a canvas was put up. Arh.. its a funeral. What a luck, its the 7th month and there's a funeral opposite my block. I'm living at the 2nd floor some more, direct view some more. I very timid some more and my imagination skills very powerful some more.. How to get good night sleep??? Haiz.. Very scary u know.. Haiz.. How to sleep?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to find methods to make me sleep, maybe i'll jump up and down till very tired then i will sleep automatically, hmm.. i shall give it a try later. Dont know how long the funeral is going to take. I need to reach home b4 the sky turns dark too, so i will be good girl for one month. After that, I will be back to my wild side.. Hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Just now thought of going to my grandma's house but then she went out again.. Haiz.. this grandmother of mine, not feeling well also still wander about.. Must tir her up so she cannot go anywhere, make her rest.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is national day eve and i dont have half day so sian. I think the primary school in front of my block confirm whole day holiday! Good school, have a lot of holidays.. How i wish tp is like that.. I'm lookig forward to tuesday, its holiday.. yeah! hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112342799942278521?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112342799942278521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112342799942278521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112342799942278521' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112331178452271963</id><published>2005-08-06T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T15:04:59.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/345/1600/doreamon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3311/345/320/doreamon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slept at 4am yesterday. Woke up at 12pm today.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody at home, left me alone so I did some housework.&lt;br /&gt;Make tea, iron clothes, sweep the whole house, vacuum carpet and mop whole house.&lt;br /&gt;My parents came back at around 2 plus, then I thought of going to visit my grandma with them but then my grandma going out. Tmr then visit her. Now i nothing to do.Plan to do my project.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going out but then nowhere to go also, on top of that must save money.&lt;br /&gt;So... boring.. Haiz.. Hungry also cos i haven had anything since i woke up.&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/6434674-112331178452271963?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112331178452271963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112331178452271963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112331178452271963' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112324645000877806</id><published>2005-08-05T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:54:10.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lynette early in the morning call me and gave me shocking news. News: she lost her wallet! Everybody bu an xin le..Then in the afternoon she went home and someone returned her wallet, lucky gal.. Be more careful okie xiao mei mei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;CCN day.. finally, i've been waiting for this day! Half day. In the morning, basically did nothing. Come school, had coffee in bread board. 9am go to lab. In lab, chat then kop TL's encryption codes (during weekend do). 10 plus go tea break. Some one go tea break then Fabian also ask noel and me go tea break!You know.. hahahaha..After angeline they all left, we bo liao so all three of us go find Jian Rong, guess what JR was doing?? He was playing maple story!! Watch him play a while then go and disturb the two angels. 11.20am went back to lab. In lab never do anything again. Chat a while then go clock out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waited for a lot of people to go walk around school. Joyce, Siti, Lynette, two angels, shuying, lay hoon and another gal. Jx joined us later. We walked around till 4pm like that. Walk till leg all ruan and very hot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that, Noel, JX, Joyce, Lynette and me go play pool. JX as always will be lame and act funny. I am seen as not normal, cos everytime he do funny acts only i laugh, and the loudest! Very funny ma, why say i crazy(xi guan le, i not normal anyway). We play till 6pm, follow JX buy cyndi de CD at MJ. Had dinner at kfc then go home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a lot of fun today. I wish that everyday is like today, sure very fun..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112324645000877806?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112324645000877806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112324645000877806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112324645000877806' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112316235400332126</id><published>2005-08-04T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:32:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Very tiring day today. Dont know why today I like no energy to even walk. I was fine in the morning. Only in the afternoon, after lunch, I felt so tired. Nothing much happen today, just started to make new friends with two angels.. Haha.. Stunned by the quiet Angeline in msn. She sure can talk and joke around. The other one is always busy with work, haha.. Unlike me, keep disturbing them, well since i have the time to disturb them might as well. Later when work keep piling up, cannot disturb them le. Haha.. Poke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tmr half day.. yeah! CCN day. Dont know got the energy to walk around or not tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112316235400332126?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112316235400332126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112316235400332126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112316235400332126' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112307587173502374</id><published>2005-08-03T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:31:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sian sia.. Go to school everyday do nothing.. No meaning of going to school.. Hopefully the new objectives will be passed to us soon.. I'm sick of staring at the screen everyday, every minute and every second. Luckily tmr got something for me to do. Debugging, find error to my codes. Friday half day worz.. My first ever half day throughout the whole of SIP. Too bad, next monday is not half day. Why not half-day, National Day sia. We need to prepare ourselves, learn to take pledge and sing national anthem. TP sucks sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112307587173502374?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112307587173502374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112307587173502374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112307587173502374' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112290529652164691</id><published>2005-08-01T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:08:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally i'm home, actually plan to go home after walking at Tamp 201 pasar malam. I end up going to Tamp central because Lynette left without taking her book which is in my bag! I went to LJS for dinner with JX and Noel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At LJS, JX met up with his former classmate and had a great talk. They went back to the past and talk about those great old times and the people.. I never finish my food again.. the fish was very salty.. too salty for me.. i have another food dustbin now, food dustbin no 2. (JX).. Haha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very good, i never waste my money. hehehe... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that, Noel accompanied me to go guardian to buy pimple cream, in the end, i never buy because there was a promoter who approach me and promote me some products which costs arouns $294.. I not so rich, so i end up not buying both(promoted and intend to buy). Haha.. Went home le.. Now at home le.. &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/6434674-112290529652164691?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112290529652164691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112290529652164691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112290529652164691' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-112245300328311318</id><published>2005-07-27T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:30:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am now in school.. SIP.. so bo liao and my friends keep saying that my blog very dusty la, rusty la.. so i blog now.. just to make them happy.. so u all happier now???&lt;br /&gt;So boring now, nothing to do cos previous objectives done le.. waiting for new objectives..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been busy lately.. watching "War and Beauty", halfway through.. very interesting plot.. Must watch, recommended!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-112245300328311318?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112245300328311318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/112245300328311318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112245300328311318' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111962637844084062</id><published>2005-06-24T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:19:38.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played badminton after SIP with Siti, Joyce, Lynette, Jian Rong,Jin Xian and Noel.. yes Noel.. hahaha... well, we had a hell out of fun.. keep laughing till stomach pain.. at the end of the day, we are tired of laughing instead of playing badminton.&lt;br /&gt;Noel acted like some rich guy son.. as asual.. Played in slow motion, pick up the shuttle cock also slow motion.. he hit a few times then went to sit down.. Jian Rong end up playing with Lynette and me. JOyce and Siti played on another court. Played for 40 mins ++ , Jin Xian came. Jian Rong and Jin Xian played against Lynette and me. Very funny.. there was once when i accidentally hit directly to Jin Xian's face and he did matrix.. eventually lying on the floor.. very flexible.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Update on Noel; fanning himself down with SAF brochures.. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Then we played till pengz.. Finally, Jian Rong and Lynette played against each other while Jin Xian and me played against each other..Lynette and Jian Rong played until the end of the shuttle cock came off.. Joyce and Siti stop playing at around 7 plus. While Lynette and Jian Rong stopped playing at around 7.30pm. Jin Xian and I continue to play till 7.40pm. I played for almost 2 hours.. non-stop.. then we went for dinner at eastlink. very fun.. must do this more often.. relaxing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111962637844084062?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111962637844084062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111962637844084062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962637844084062' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111893004651440229</id><published>2005-06-16T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T21:54:06.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont want SIP!!! After a few weeks of SIP, i have started to realise that being in lectures, tutorial and lab lessons are much more better. In SIP, everything was alright, the first few weeks. After a few weeks, everything turns bad.. Rush here, rush there.. there are just too many work to be done.. and i am very slow, dont know how long i can handle before i breakdown.. hopefully, i can manage with the help of TL and Noel. Pray very hard that they will help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all i do during weekdays, is to hope tmr is weekend. Very tiring.. Still have to endure another 11 weeks. very long worz... help!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111893004651440229?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111893004651440229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111893004651440229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111893004651440229' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111790222078070611</id><published>2005-06-05T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:23:40.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, I wanna wish JX a very happy birthday! 19 years old le, old le, like me.. But must be young at heart.. like me also.. hahaha.. everything like me.. siao liao.. anyway, hope that being 19, u may experience more things in life, but most importantly, must be happy and crazy like me! wahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, haiz.. everybody is talking about sip, so i also want to say about sip. Next week, the dr yin say phillips people wanna see the product le and two out of three of us, me, tl and noel will have to go to the company, one will stay in school. Have yet to be decided but i dont care who goes and who stays. As long as I have things to do can le. I dont wanna stare at the screen anymore.. very boring de..&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. first week of sip already very boring, dont know how to survive 13 weeks upcoming! Jiu MIng  arghhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111790222078070611?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111790222078070611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111790222078070611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111790222078070611' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111762663371874364</id><published>2005-06-01T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T19:50:33.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i last posted. SIP has begun!&lt;br /&gt;dooms day has yet to come.. very tiring.. now i know how the working people feels in the working life. everyday have to wake up as early as 7am. have to start work at 9am. early in the morning have to fight for the public transport, better to have our own transportation, work have to stare at the screen for more than 5 hours a day.. going home also need to fight for the transportation! working hours must sit down the whole day, backache.. want to move around also dont know where to move! after lunch feels sleepy! cannot concentrate on work. eyes are half open! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict that it is going to get worse in time to come.. god, please bless me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111762663371874364?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111762663371874364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111762663371874364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111762663371874364' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111734627891128662</id><published>2005-05-29T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T13:57:58.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cough.. cough..&lt;br /&gt;no more flu, now coughing!!&lt;br /&gt;Dying le..&lt;br /&gt;today is my last day of holidays. Tmr is the start of a new semester. Confirm very busy and stressful.. haiz.. sick some more.. haiz.. very sian.. go school early in the morning, go home around sun set time. what a semester!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111734627891128662?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111734627891128662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111734627891128662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111734627891128662' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111720081423947301</id><published>2005-05-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:33:34.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My nose is running le.. Help me catch it back!!! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Sick today, got running nose. But still went out, go help lynette settle the admission matters.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, go school meet her.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, from school go posb bank to take thumbprint.&lt;br /&gt;Thridly, after thumbprint, meet Joyce, Veron and Noel. Go have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, waste time at CS.&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, go back to school to buy books (lesser people).&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly, go one stop service to hand in CPF form, wait le then they say must go finance de (push here and there).&lt;br /&gt;Seventhly, go find bursary form but haven release, end up eating at mensa while i super glue my fingers instead of my slippers!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;Eighthly, go simei play arcade! haha..&lt;br /&gt;Ninethly, go hang ten pei lynette buy new clothes! start school le ma, must buy new clothes.. i'm broke so i never buy.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;Tenthly, go home cos mei li qi to walk le, no strength to even stay for dinner.. so i bought bread as dinner..&lt;br /&gt;End le..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111720081423947301?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111720081423947301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111720081423947301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111720081423947301' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111702017365569335</id><published>2005-05-25T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:22:53.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so ke lian.. today is my mother's birthday and i am sick. i am having a bad sore throat now. ate medicine but like not getting better. now having splitting headache, tried to rest but cannot sleep. anyway, i bought her a cake, then early in the morning i did housework for her. considered as her rest day bah.. so i had to do it. now, i collapse.. hahaha.. my whole family sick. at first my father, then followed by my mother, followed by my brother and lastly myself! hahaha.. turn by turn.. omg, this virus very powerful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111702017365569335?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111702017365569335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111702017365569335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111702017365569335' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111685513641915406</id><published>2005-05-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:32:16.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, after so long. I just finish watching "witness to prosecution". Now downloading alot more of tvb series show. I dont think i will have the time to post. school is starting soon, in a few days time. tmr i have to go back to school for the senior to explain the codes and equipments. haiz.. the time pass very fast, soon have to go back to school. heavier loads this time, have to be very independent than before. last time, can bully people, ask them do, this time have to do on our own. Haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111685513641915406?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111685513641915406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111685513641915406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111685513641915406' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111651555853084632</id><published>2005-05-19T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:12:38.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another typical normal day for me. Same routine, wake up, on computer, chat, listen to songs and wait for dld to finish. When time for watching tv, watched tv then back to computer. Have to cherish the time i have now. When school reopen, I would not be able to do this again. Haha.. Never mind if it is a routine, at least I feel relaxed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111651555853084632?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111651555853084632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111651555853084632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111651555853084632' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111634478704644573</id><published>2005-05-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:46:27.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Am I unreasonable? Am I petty? Am I over sensitive? these questions have been running through my head. Anyone has the answer to those questions? Haiz.. So sian. every time have to face problems. Life had been great before, haiz.. What am I to do in this lifetime.. Just kill me bah, and all the problems will disappear with me. No more problems le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111634478704644573?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111634478704644573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111634478704644573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111634478704644573' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111614426944558355</id><published>2005-05-15T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:04:29.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, I had a great night sleep. I slept for 12 hours. Haha.. Probably due to one day of no sleep and plus the tired out from doing the housework. The weather was very good too, very cooling after the heavy rain. Just finished watching "Divergence" and I dont understand the story at all. Cant get the storyline. Haha.. Going to watch Just Love soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434674-111614426944558355?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111614426944558355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111614426944558355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111614426944558355' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111599739351590442</id><published>2005-05-13T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:16:33.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiz.. Sorry my friends, I have no means of turning down all of your offers to go out and have fun. Sometimes, I lazy want to go out and I am broke. Hope you guys dont mind. Thanks for asking me out though. At least I feel that I still have friends that remembers me, heez.. Really thanks and sorry.. I promise you guys, when I have money, I will come out with you all and play from morning till night.By that time, dont complaint that you all will be tired.. Haha..&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/6434674-111599739351590442?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111599739351590442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111599739351590442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111599739351590442' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111591391093499956</id><published>2005-05-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T00:05:10.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just watched "Just Love". Didnt enjoy it that much because it is in cantonese, and the subtitle is in chinese. I dont know what they are talking about, just see what episode one is all about only. Whole day at home again, some people ask me out but I was too lazy to go out and no money. Tmr also, my friends going to play basketball but i'm not interested. So will be at home..&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/6434674-111591391093499956?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111591391093499956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111591391093499956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111591391093499956' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111581656694083557</id><published>2005-05-11T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:02:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to eat self made dang dong gua(candied winter melon)! Who is willing to stand under the hot sun for two days to make candied winter melon for me to eat? I will marry that person, but make sure that person is a he lah.. hahahaha... I dont want another hua ruyu(xiao shi yi lang). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually I dont mind if they girl is pretty, if ru hua I dont want le.. hahahaha... Nvm, buy from supermarket for now.&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/6434674-111581656694083557?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111581656694083557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111581656694083557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111581656694083557' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111572918854417824</id><published>2005-05-10T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:46:28.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whole day at home today. Very boring.. made another blogskin. This time not on celebrity. want to know go check it out yourself. hahaha.. very nice de. Promote myself, haha.. Predict that tomorrow is going to be another boring day for me. No dates, no plans. Anyone wanna date me out? hahaha... but i cannot go far places because my ez-link no value. Hahahahahaha... might as well stay at home!&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/6434674-111572918854417824?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111572918854417824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111572918854417824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111572918854417824' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111564127719797855</id><published>2005-05-09T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:21:17.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met Joyce, Noel and JX. We had our lunch at east link, the nasi lemak from the malay stall is very bad. Never eat it..The chicken is very hard, the egg cooked and there is a lot of shells included!, the peanut not crispy enough. Overall, very very bad. I end up eating all the rice and the egg(after putting aside the shells), the rest i never eat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After lunch, Joyce went to Veron's house. The three of us went for our SIP briefing. It was very boring.. I end up talking nonsense instead of listening to the speakers. The speakers were very bad, some talk in mono tone, some talk like newscaster(which makes me feel very sleepy), some talk like train(no full stop). It end at 3.40pm, almost 2 hours. Sit down till butt ache(the chair very hard). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that, I went to DTE, meet Veron and Joyce, they played pool. I never play because after 4pm very expensive, so we went to play arcade. Played photo hunting and search the word. After that, we all went to Veron's house, as she wanted me to watch Chinese Ghost Story 3. I watched half way only, 6.45pm, I headed home cos I wanna watch Square Pegs. Haha.. &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/6434674-111564127719797855?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111564127719797855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111564127719797855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111564127719797855' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434674.post-111556564262929497</id><published>2005-05-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:20:42.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mothers Day!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiz.. Very sad as I couldnt do anything to make my mother happy on this day. I am broke, cant afford to buy her anything. However, this month is also her birthday month. I will do sth for her on her birthday as a compensation. Wei.. my friends.. what have u done for your mothers on this very meaningful day? Hope you all did sth for them. Anyways, tmr I have to go back to TP for a very long briefing, I believe that it is going to be a very boring one. No choice, attendance is taken! I'm in the middle of my holiday and I have to go back to school.. So much for a holiday!&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/6434674-111556564262929497?l=crazsri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111556564262929497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434674/posts/default/111556564262929497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazsri.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111556564262929497' title=''/><author><name>Sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418580885634339272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
