<?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-7063537</id><updated>2011-08-15T00:23:36.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-5654093378015705321</id><published>2010-11-17T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T15:44:43.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCNA final exam</title><content type='html'>1 &lt;br /&gt;As an assignment, a computer science student needs to present data in binary &lt;br /&gt;format. What are the two possible values that the student can use? (Choose two.) &lt;br /&gt;0 &lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;br /&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;F &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;br /&gt;Refer to the exhibit. What is the effect of setting the security mode to WEP on the &lt;br /&gt;Linksys integrated router? &lt;br /&gt;The WEP security mode enables the AP to inform clients of its presence. &lt;br /&gt;The WEP security mode encrypts network traffic during transmission between the &lt;br /&gt;AP and the wireless client. &lt;br /&gt;The WEP security mode generates a dynamic key each time a client establishes a &lt;br /&gt;connection with the AP. &lt;br /&gt;The WEP security mode identifies the WLAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Which two statements correctly describe MAC addresses? (Choose two.) &lt;br /&gt;MAC addresses are used to identify a specific NIC. &lt;br /&gt;MAC addresses contain a network number and unique host identification. &lt;br /&gt;MAC addresses are physical addresses. &lt;br /&gt;MAC addresses are always assigned to network devices by a network administrator. &lt;br /&gt;MAC addresses are Layer 3 addresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;br /&gt;What are two examples of peripheral input devices? (Choose two.) &lt;br /&gt;external modem &lt;br /&gt;barcode reader &lt;br /&gt;digital camera &lt;br /&gt;plotter &lt;br /&gt;printer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 &lt;br /&gt;Which protocol is used by a client to retrieve an e-mail from a remote server using a &lt;br /&gt;TCP/IP connection? &lt;br /&gt;DNS &lt;br /&gt;FTP &lt;br /&gt;POP &lt;br /&gt;HTTP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 &lt;br /&gt;Which two statements are true about network applications? (Choose two.)&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Word is an example of a network application. &lt;br /&gt;Network applications are accessible from a remote computer. &lt;br /&gt;Network applications are installed on a special type of computer that supports only &lt;br /&gt;network applications. &lt;br /&gt;Network applications are installed on a network server. &lt;br /&gt;Network applications are accessible by one computer at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 &lt;br /&gt;Refer to the exhibit. What cabling fault does the exhibit represent? &lt;br /&gt;open &lt;br /&gt;reversed pair &lt;br /&gt;short &lt;br /&gt;split pair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;br /&gt;Refer to the exhibit. A new switch is connected to an existing switch that has a fully &lt;br /&gt;populated MAC table. PC1 requires the destination MAC address of PC3 in order to &lt;br /&gt;send a message. Which device or devices will see the ARP sent by PC1? &lt;br /&gt;only PC3 &lt;br /&gt;PC2 and PC3 &lt;br /&gt;PC3 and PC4 &lt;br /&gt;PC2, PC3 and PC4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 &lt;br /&gt;The area covered by a single AP is known as what? &lt;br /&gt;ad-hoc network &lt;br /&gt;basic service set &lt;br /&gt;independent basic service set &lt;br /&gt;extended service set &lt;br /&gt;distribution system &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;br /&gt;A small company owns one older AP that provides a maximum data rate of 11 Mb/s. &lt;br /&gt;The company wants to add a newer AP that will provide a faster data rate but be &lt;br /&gt;compatible with the existing AP. What two wireless standards are referenced in this &lt;br /&gt;scenario? (Choose two.) &lt;br /&gt;802.11 &lt;br /&gt;802.11a &lt;br /&gt;802.11b &lt;br /&gt;802.11d &lt;br /&gt;802.11g &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;br /&gt;Where do ISPs get the public addresses that they assign to end users?&lt;br /&gt;ISPs create the addresses themselves. &lt;br /&gt;ISPs are assigned addresses through the RFC. &lt;br /&gt;ISPs obtain their addresses automatically. &lt;br /&gt;ISPs obtain address blocks from registry organizations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;br /&gt;Refer to the exhibit. PC1 sends a data packet to PC4. When the router forwards the &lt;br /&gt;data out Fa0/1, what destination MAC address will the router place in the frame? &lt;br /&gt;0050.0FA9.CB47 &lt;br /&gt;0050.E208.A761 &lt;br /&gt;0200.5455.4E01 &lt;br /&gt;0200.545D.25F7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;br /&gt;What is an advantage of selecting an operating system that has a commercial &lt;br /&gt;license over one with a GPL license? &lt;br /&gt;The commercial license-based operating system ensures full access to the source &lt;br /&gt;code for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;The commercial license-based operating system ensures that everyone can &lt;br /&gt;participate in the enhancement of the product. &lt;br /&gt;The commercial license-based operating system provides structured support. &lt;br /&gt;The commercial license-based operating system is released free of charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;br /&gt;A user is unable to send e-mail. To begin troubleshooting this problem, the network &lt;br /&gt;technician uses the browser on the PC and tries to access some popular Internet &lt;br /&gt;websites. Which troubleshooting approach is being followed? &lt;br /&gt;bottom-up &lt;br /&gt;divide-and-conquer &lt;br /&gt;top-down &lt;br /&gt;trial and error &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;br /&gt;A network technician is required to provide access to the Internet for a large &lt;br /&gt;company. What is needed to accomplish this task? &lt;br /&gt;ISP &lt;br /&gt;private IP addresses for each host &lt;br /&gt;static IP addresses for each host &lt;br /&gt;DHCP server &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;Refer to the exhibit. Host A sends a message to a group of four computers out of the &lt;br /&gt;ten computers on this network. Which type of message does host A send? &lt;br /&gt;broadcast &lt;br /&gt;multicast &lt;br /&gt;simulcast &lt;br /&gt;unicast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 &lt;br /&gt;What are two advantages of purchasing a preassembled computer? (Choose two.) &lt;br /&gt;The cost is comparatively lower1 `. &lt;br /&gt;High-performance graphics and gaming applications are supported. &lt;br /&gt;There is a negligible waiting period for assembly. &lt;br /&gt;This type of computer is useful for knowledgeable consumers with special needs. &lt;br /&gt;The user can specify high-performance components. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 &lt;br /&gt;Which protocol is used by a client to browse the web server? &lt;br /&gt;FTP &lt;br /&gt;HTTP &lt;br /&gt;POP &lt;br /&gt;SMTP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 &lt;br /&gt;Which three address ranges can be used to depict private IP addresses? (Choose &lt;br /&gt;three.) &lt;br /&gt;10.0.0.0 to 10.0.0.255 &lt;br /&gt;127.16.0.0 to 127.16.255.255 &lt;br /&gt;150.150.0.0 to 150.150.255.255 &lt;br /&gt;172.16.1.0 to 172.16.1.255 &lt;br /&gt;192.168.22.0 to 192.168.22.255 &lt;br /&gt;200.100.50.0 to 200.100.50.255 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 &lt;br /&gt;TCP/IP data transmission between the source and destination host is de- &lt;br /&gt;encapsulated in four steps: &lt;br /&gt;A. The TCP header is removed.&lt;br /&gt;B. Bits are decoded and the destination MAC address is recognized. &lt;br /&gt;C. The IP header is removed and the contents are passed to the next layer. &lt;br /&gt;D. The Ethernet header and trailer are removed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the correct sequence of these steps? &lt;br /&gt;A, B, C, D &lt;br /&gt;A, C, B, D &lt;br /&gt;B, C, D, A &lt;br /&gt;B, D, C, A &lt;br /&gt;C, A, B, D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 &lt;br /&gt;Which two causes of networking problems are related to the physical layer? (Choose &lt;br /&gt;two.) &lt;br /&gt;disconnected cables &lt;br /&gt;improper operation of cooling fans &lt;br /&gt;incorrect MAC address &lt;br /&gt;incorrect default gateway &lt;br /&gt;incorrect subnet mask &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 &lt;br /&gt;For an IP address, what component decides the number of bits that is used to &lt;br /&gt;represent the host ID? &lt;br /&gt;default-gateway &lt;br /&gt;host number &lt;br /&gt;network number &lt;br /&gt;subnet mask &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 &lt;br /&gt;All hosts within a domain receive the same frame that originates from one of the &lt;br /&gt;devices. The domain is also bounded by routers. What type of domain is this? &lt;br /&gt;broadcast &lt;br /&gt;collision &lt;br /&gt;local &lt;br /&gt;multicast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 &lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of pop-up blocker software? &lt;br /&gt;It detects and removes spyware. &lt;br /&gt;It detects and removes viruses. &lt;br /&gt;It prevents the display of advertisement windows. &lt;br /&gt;It removes unwanted e-mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 &lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of spam filter software? &lt;br /&gt;It detects and removes spyware. &lt;br /&gt;It detects and removes viruses. &lt;br /&gt;It prevents the display of advertisement windows.&lt;br /&gt;It examines incoming e-mail messages to identify the unsolicited ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 &lt;br /&gt;What is the function of the DNS server? &lt;br /&gt;It maps the IP address to the MAC address. &lt;br /&gt;It translates a computer or domain name to the associated IP address. &lt;br /&gt;It manages the domain that clients are assigned to. &lt;br /&gt;It accepts HTTP requests from clients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 &lt;br /&gt;Your school network blocks all websites related to online gaming. What type of &lt;br /&gt;security policy is being applied? &lt;br /&gt;identification and authentication &lt;br /&gt;remote access &lt;br /&gt;acceptable use &lt;br /&gt;incident handling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 &lt;br /&gt;What is an advantage of purchasing a custom-built computer? &lt;br /&gt;It is beneficial for less knowledgeable consumers. &lt;br /&gt;The waiting period for assembly is negligible. &lt;br /&gt;The cost is lower compared to a computer that has been preassembled. &lt;br /&gt;The user can specify high-performance components to meet specific needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 &lt;br /&gt;Which statement accurately describes what network devices do in the distribution &lt;br /&gt;layer of the three layer design model? &lt;br /&gt;They interconnect individual hosts. &lt;br /&gt;They interconnect multiple companies. &lt;br /&gt;They interconnect local network segments. &lt;br /&gt;They interconnect the company network to the ISP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 &lt;br /&gt;Refer to the exhibit. Assume that the exhibited output is from a host that is &lt;br /&gt;connected to a Linksys integrated router. What is the first thing that should be &lt;br /&gt;checked while using a bottom-up troubleshooting approach? &lt;br /&gt;the default gateway on the host &lt;br /&gt;the IP address on the host &lt;br /&gt;the IP address on the router &lt;br /&gt;the link status LED on the front of the router &lt;br /&gt;the subnet mask on the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 &lt;br /&gt;Which statement is true about packet filtering? &lt;br /&gt;It recognizes and filters specific types of attacks. &lt;br /&gt;It permits access based on IP address.&lt;br /&gt;It is performed from a host network device. &lt;br /&gt;It translates an internal address or group of addresses into a public address that is &lt;br /&gt;sent across the network. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 &lt;br /&gt;Which part of the electromagnetic spectrum is commonly used by wireless LANs? &lt;br /&gt;Bluetooth &lt;br /&gt;infrared &lt;br /&gt;Industrial Scientific and Medical (ISM) &lt;br /&gt;radio frequency (RF) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 &lt;br /&gt;What is the most common reason that ISPs provide symmetrical transfer services? &lt;br /&gt;to address data transfer needs of home users &lt;br /&gt;to download significantly more than upload &lt;br /&gt;to host servers on the Internet &lt;br /&gt;to work with applications that require less bandwidth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 &lt;br /&gt;What is the default subnet mask for the IP address 128.107.23.10? &lt;br /&gt;255.0.0.0 &lt;br /&gt;255.255.0.0 &lt;br /&gt;255.255.255.0 &lt;br /&gt;255.255.255.255 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 &lt;br /&gt;Which type of computer uses an integrated monitor and keyboard? &lt;br /&gt;pocket PC &lt;br /&gt;laptop &lt;br /&gt;mainframe &lt;br /&gt;server &lt;br /&gt;workstation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 &lt;br /&gt;A learner wants to interact with the operating system of a computer. Which two &lt;br /&gt;methods can be used for this? (Choose two.) &lt;br /&gt;CLI &lt;br /&gt;GUI &lt;br /&gt;kernel &lt;br /&gt;third party software &lt;br /&gt;shell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 &lt;br /&gt;Select the connection that would require a straight-through cable. &lt;br /&gt;a switch to a hub &lt;br /&gt;a router to a switch &lt;br /&gt;a switch to a switch &lt;br /&gt;a router to a router &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38&lt;br /&gt;How does a crossover cable connect two routers? &lt;br /&gt;It connects the pins that are used for receiving on one router to the pins that are &lt;br /&gt;used for receiving on the other router. &lt;br /&gt;It connects the pins that are used for transmitting on one router to the pins that are &lt;br /&gt;used for receiving on the other router. &lt;br /&gt;It disconnects the transmit pins and uses only the receive pins. &lt;br /&gt;It uses the same pins for transmitting and receiving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 &lt;br /&gt;Within a local network, which two items must be unique on a computer for it to &lt;br /&gt;successfully connect to the network? (Choose two.) &lt;br /&gt;IP address &lt;br /&gt;subnet mask &lt;br /&gt;computer name &lt;br /&gt;default gateway address &lt;br /&gt;operating system version &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 &lt;br /&gt;What data communication technology uses low-power radio waves to transmit data? &lt;br /&gt;copper cable &lt;br /&gt;fiber optic cable &lt;br /&gt;wireless &lt;br /&gt;radio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 &lt;br /&gt;Refer to the exhibit. A wireless DHCP client is unable to access the web server. &lt;br /&gt;Given the output that is shown in the exhibit, what two things should the network &lt;br /&gt;technician verify first to troubleshoot this problem? (Choose two.) &lt;br /&gt;the wireless client configuration for DHCP &lt;br /&gt;the default gateway &lt;br /&gt;the firewall configuration &lt;br /&gt;the SSID &lt;br /&gt;the physical connectivity between the server and the client &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 &lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of the ipconfig /release command? &lt;br /&gt;It forces a client to give up its current IP address. &lt;br /&gt;It forces a client to give up its current MAC address. &lt;br /&gt;It forces the client to clear all the MAC address to IP address associations it has &lt;br /&gt;learned. &lt;br /&gt;It shows the current IP configuration on the client. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 &lt;br /&gt;Which two statements are characteristics of DHCP services? (Choose two.) &lt;br /&gt;A DHCP client determines the lease time for using the IP address that is supplied by &lt;br /&gt;the DHCP server.&lt;br /&gt;An integrated router acts as the DHCP server to provide the IP address to the ISP. &lt;br /&gt;DHCP clients send a DHCP Discover message to the destination IP address of &lt;br /&gt;255.255.255.255. &lt;br /&gt;The DHCP server maps the IP addresses to host names. &lt;br /&gt;The integrated router acts as a DHCP server for internal hosts on local networks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 &lt;br /&gt;What layer is the first point of entry for a host into the network? &lt;br /&gt;core layer &lt;br /&gt;access layer &lt;br /&gt;network layer &lt;br /&gt;distribution layer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 &lt;br /&gt;When is the use of a DSL modem necessary? &lt;br /&gt;when a cellular telephone provides the service &lt;br /&gt;when a high-speed connection is provided over a cable TV network &lt;br /&gt;when a high-speed digital connection is required over the regular telephone line &lt;br /&gt;when a satellite dish is used &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 &lt;br /&gt;Refer to the graphic. What feature can be installed on the Linksys integrated router to convert &lt;br /&gt;private IP addresses to Internet-routable addresses? &lt;br /&gt;authentication &lt;br /&gt;DHCP &lt;br /&gt;encryption &lt;br /&gt;firewall &lt;br /&gt;NAT &lt;br /&gt;WEP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 &lt;br /&gt;Which installation option should be chosen when the current operating system is too damaged to &lt;br /&gt;work properly? &lt;br /&gt;upgrade &lt;br /&gt;multi-boot &lt;br /&gt;clean install &lt;br /&gt;virtualization &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 &lt;br /&gt;Refer to the exhibit. Which statement is true based on the information that is shown in the &lt;br /&gt;exhibit? &lt;br /&gt;All wireless devices that are connected to this AP must have an assigned SSID of University.&lt;br /&gt;Any wireless client that is attached to this AP must have the same IP address and SSID. &lt;br /&gt;The AP is not physically wired to the local LAN. &lt;br /&gt;This configuration is found only in an ad hoc wireless network. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 &lt;br /&gt;Which of the following are transport layer protocols of the TCP/IP model? (Choose two.) &lt;br /&gt;FTP &lt;br /&gt;UDP &lt;br /&gt;SMTP &lt;br /&gt;TFTP &lt;br /&gt;TCP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 &lt;br /&gt;Which statement is true about UTP cable termination? &lt;br /&gt;Cables with RJ-45 connectors are always preterminated. &lt;br /&gt;An RJ-45 connector is used on only one end of the UTP cable. &lt;br /&gt;Up to 2 to 3 inches of cable may be untwisted at each end of the cable to allow for easier &lt;br /&gt;installation of the RJ-45 connector. &lt;br /&gt;The RJ-45 connector should be pushed over the wire jacket for a smooth connection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 &lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of the term crosstalk? &lt;br /&gt;interference of signals between wire pairs &lt;br /&gt;loss of signal strength as distance increases &lt;br /&gt;damage of the signal when two bare wires touch &lt;br /&gt;strengthening of a signal by a networking device &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 &lt;br /&gt;What information within a data packet does a router use, by default, to make forwarding &lt;br /&gt;decisions? &lt;br /&gt;the destination MAC address &lt;br /&gt;the destination IP address &lt;br /&gt;the destination host name &lt;br /&gt;the destination service requested&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-5654093378015705321?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/5654093378015705321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=5654093378015705321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5654093378015705321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5654093378015705321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2010/11/ccna-final-exam.html' title='CCNA final exam'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-1960996135863984612</id><published>2008-09-26T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:00:23.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh...</title><content type='html'>I guess beside towards peggy or for projects, I hardly throw my anger around? I admit that i'm moody and emotional over the past year. But I really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect anyone to adapt to me. I didn't expect the rest to come cuddling and comforting me.. That's why I chose to walk away when I'm down or didn't feel like talking. I don't like to wear a fake smile. That's not me. i don't want to be fake, especially towards my friends. To me, i rather treat friends with my true feelings, because I believe that if they are really my friends, they will be understanding. If I really want to be happy, I'd rather walk away to calm down first before facing the rest again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ever told PH this: &lt;br /&gt;"To friends, if I keep quiet, they will understand.&lt;br /&gt;But to the others, they don't, I have to 'PR' and tt means I have to talk and smile. But it wouldn't be from my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to hang out with the rest but I walk away still. It's because I just needed company, but on top of that, I wanted to be alone too.&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I'm weird. But that's just me. I guess i like to hang out with friends.. like sit down by the bay and enjoy the see breeze.. but we just don't talk.. just quietly enjoying the night scene.. that's what i like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to apologise though as I know I have this problem of "Even when I talk about my problems to you, it will somehow end up being about you". I'm self-centred. Ever since my father passed away when I was young. I'm that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. If you expected me to just joke around and please everyone, even when i'm feeling down. I'm sorry, i can't. That's not me. I'd rather avoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don’t want people around who take up so much of my energy." Aren't you being self-centered too? Well.. I don't blame you. It's just human. Everyone have their own selfish side.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm different from you. You have a wide circle of friends. Even if today you refused to talk to me again. You still have numerous best friends out there to accompany you... Brian, PH, Candy, Rui Ming, Nadia, Kat, Melody, AiMan, Mehul, Mok, your dad and family... To me, I only have you. Yes, I do talk to the rest too.. But I only trust you. Even if I confide in sheereen and HT.. there's a limit to what I tell them too. Maybe that's why I always turn to you to rant whenever I'm down. I thought you will understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean just look at that time when you and Brian almost broke up. How many people stood by your side? me, peg, ivy, rm, kat, ph, mehul, mok. Even RM and Kat got so aggitated... &lt;br /&gt;How about me? I guess only you cared then. (Ok.. maybe peggy tried to care for me too, but well, i rejected it.) So you see the difference? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, after poly ended. I only have sheereen, hui tze and you left whom i trust and confide in. Now that sheereen and hui tze are gone, and well you.. I guess I have received my retribution eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I do care for you too. In fact, candy and i met up with brian to talk about you and his relationship just 2 days ago on wed night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-1960996135863984612?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/1960996135863984612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=1960996135863984612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/1960996135863984612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/1960996135863984612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2008/09/meh.html' title='meh...'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-1696224179551621406</id><published>2008-08-28T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:22:14.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>i think this will remain as my private blog. so for friends who are fortunate enough to know of this blog, you can either count yourself lucky or unlucky.. for this blog will be used for me to be emo... ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i celebrated her 19th birthday. i'm happy that she love the snowglobe i gave her. hope she will rmb me as a cheerful and nice friend.. not one that has hurt her so much before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-1696224179551621406?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/1696224179551621406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=1696224179551621406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/1696224179551621406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/1696224179551621406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-2285732564903054269</id><published>2008-07-26T03:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:05:50.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still love you.</title><content type='html'>but i guess if there comes a day when u really don't know who to choose between the both of us. I guess i will back out then, for he's better than me in many ways, and I believe that he can give you the happiness that you deserve more than I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like you. Your innocence, your kind-heartedness, your care for friends and  your sweet little smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I like you, the more i hate to let go. I know communication between the both of us have gone from bad to worse. I guess that kind of chemistry we had has been transferred to your other friend. I really wish we could be go back in time, to the days when we were more than just friends, when we could chat about almost everything in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People told me to fight for my happiness, people told me to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to say stuff to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nonchalant style of reaction once leaves me in a confusion. i don't know if I should take a step forward, or slowly fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the friendship that we have. And I do cherish it, even till today. But how about you? I guess ever since the other guy stepped into your life. Our friendship was never the same again. Less stuff exchanged, less stuff to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i can feel that kind of lost you felt in the past, when I don't sms you or choose to 'ignore' you. It really sucks... big time. Every single time my phone vibrates or rings, all I hope to see are your replies. But somehow the replies I'm getting nowadays are not yours. I feel lost, but you are busy. I understand. But sometimes, it still bothers me when you will reply to other people's messages immediately when you receive them, while you will only reply to mine like an hour later or even half the day. I won't question you, cause this is your privacy, your discretion, and I totally respect it. have I lost that significance and importance in your life already? Have you really found someone else whom is also significant already? I don't know. I don't dare to think. "Don't think too much".. that's all I'm always told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I appear to be more emotional nowadays. I mean.. it's partly because of you.. but it's also because of work too. I'm just so sick and tired of school, i can hardly find any joy in it. Pardon me for all the complaints and emo msg that I send. I know it bothers you. Like what ira says: "nobody likes emo people", which I totally agree. And i believe that other guy can give you the funny bone that you are looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your everything still attracts me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if one day I decided to let you go, I will not look for another girl. Not for the next 3 years, when I'm doing my IAP and serving my NS too. Till then, I guess you are the girl of my life still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-2285732564903054269?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/2285732564903054269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=2285732564903054269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/2285732564903054269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/2285732564903054269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-still-love-you.html' title='i still love you.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-5786022278890650977</id><published>2008-07-03T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:19:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>sometimes the more you want to get something, the higher the chance you will lose it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, life goes on i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you well with whoever u will meet in the future. I guess we won't meant to be from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-5786022278890650977?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/5786022278890650977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=5786022278890650977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5786022278890650977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5786022278890650977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2008/07/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-8491194644438241969</id><published>2008-06-11T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:35:45.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a SINner</title><content type='html'>I saw you there last night&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You were acting so in love&lt;br /&gt;With your hand upon his heart&lt;br /&gt;But you were just friends&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what you said&lt;br /&gt;Now I know better from his fingers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive you for what you've done&lt;br /&gt;If you say that I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;I've had other options too&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, your body fits me like a glove&lt;br /&gt;And you showered me with words of love&lt;br /&gt;While you were just friends&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what you said&lt;br /&gt;Now I know better from his fingers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive you for what you've done&lt;br /&gt;If you say that I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;It's not my style to lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;But you don't leave me with a choice this time&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't you true&lt;br /&gt;You know I, I trusted you&lt;br /&gt;When you were just friends&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what you said&lt;br /&gt;Now I know better from his fingers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive you for what you've done&lt;br /&gt;If you say that I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;You were just friends&lt;br /&gt;Now I know better from his fingers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive you for what you've done&lt;br /&gt;If you say that I'm the one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-8491194644438241969?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/8491194644438241969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=8491194644438241969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8491194644438241969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8491194644438241969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sinner.html' title='I&apos;m a SINner'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-8775673130899966906</id><published>2008-04-29T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:13:40.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我们都长大了。</title><content type='html'>28/4 passed by in a flash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single second of it, I was holding on to a hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hope that you will appear and I can give you a hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as every second passed, my hope starts to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that very last second, I put my hope away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the efforts the rest have done for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how I wish you were also there for me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For without your presence, i guess it's simply not complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry, but reality holds me back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For I know that no matter how much tears i shed, you will never look back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-8775673130899966906?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/8775673130899966906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=8775673130899966906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8775673130899966906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8775673130899966906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_29.html' title='我们都长大了。'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-3702740599663276159</id><published>2008-04-28T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:21:25.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我依然爱着你</title><content type='html'>Oh, I had a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;Was thinkin’ on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you&lt;br /&gt;And things weren’t the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything inside&lt;br /&gt;It never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I’m bad&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry you’re blue&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry about all things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know…I can’t take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss&lt;br /&gt;I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby, the way you make my world go ’round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say…I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time…I think I’m to blame&lt;br /&gt;It’s harder…to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;You get older&lt;br /&gt;And blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything inside&lt;br /&gt;It never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I’m bad&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry you’re blue&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry about all things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know…I can’t take it back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-3702740599663276159?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/3702740599663276159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=3702740599663276159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3702740599663276159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3702740599663276159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='我依然爱着你'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-780536428757799702</id><published>2008-03-31T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:27:05.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>绝口不提 “我爱你”</title><content type='html'>I'm lying... My close friends understand me. I'm trying hard to get over you, but I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't ask that question again... not in the next 5 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.. god knows what will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come what may, I will remember that vow... That no matter what happen... we will still be friends.. friends forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not holding on to much hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-780536428757799702?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/780536428757799702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=780536428757799702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/780536428757799702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/780536428757799702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='绝口不提 “我爱你”'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-3815343503824319375</id><published>2008-03-27T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:08:20.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE is a strong word.</title><content type='html'>i guess the answer is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not because i dont like you. but i'm don't know what i'm holding on for. i can't even have the slightest assurance from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to torture myself. if i don't let go now, i will fall deeper in love with you. Till then, i will have only myself to blame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do believe me. I did like you. It's just circumstance that is forcing me to give up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you might find someone better. Someone who is really willing to wait... to wait for an answer that is so uncertain.. an answer that even you are unsure of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. goodnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;单念是很痛苦的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对不起。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-3815343503824319375?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/3815343503824319375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=3815343503824319375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3815343503824319375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3815343503824319375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-is-strong-word.html' title='LOVE is a strong word.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-3955147817525402321</id><published>2008-03-15T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:38:02.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got 3.5 for gpa! the highest for the past 4 sems. and i guess this is the only avenue I can really proclaim my results. Reason being that I don't like to boast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you opened up a fowarded "cursed" spam mail and went: "OMG! I'm going to die within the next hour!!!" ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-3955147817525402321?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/3955147817525402321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=3955147817525402321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3955147817525402321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3955147817525402321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-8736234429249828429</id><published>2007-12-21T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:44:49.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the media has beautified life so much. reality seems surreal.</title><content type='html'>WOW~!&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I last blog. and surpisringly, ivan came to visit my blog just a few weeks back. haha. &lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I had a hard time thinking of blogspot's url just now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life has been pretty screwed up over the past year. Have to admit that I have slacked alot. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it's been a year since I last ran. Ok, fine... make it 1.5 years. Everyone around me is constantly REMINDING me how much fatter I have grown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! YES! Old hags, I can SEE. I have eyes k?! And i'm not that poor... I can afford my own mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, something got to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year is drawing to an end and since I'm in my year end/ term break, I tend to slow down my pace and really look back in the past year, and gosh! something really got to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old me has died-ed. What is left of me now is just a fat slacking bastard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fat bastard has to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Finding DJ Z commence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean it. and i'm dragging along my friends on this mission too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-8736234429249828429?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/8736234429249828429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=8736234429249828429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8736234429249828429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8736234429249828429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/12/media-has-beautified-life-so-much.html' title='the media has beautified life so much. reality seems surreal.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-6018900143299064269</id><published>2007-11-11T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:15:28.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what's bad luck?</title><content type='html'>So what’s bad luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I spoilt my handphone. I lost all my contacts and I’m currently using an antique 2nd hand phone of my bro’s. And it’s so freaking retarded and annoying that I want to throw it on the floor whenever I need to SMS.&lt;br /&gt;2) I sent my laptop in for repair last week. And they just so have to send it back to me next mon when I have so much work to rush and the transferring of documents is so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;3) My laptop’s battery is dying.&lt;br /&gt;4) My laptop bag is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;5) The hole on my sling bag is getting bigger and bigger&lt;br /&gt;6) My shoe laces are horrible; they can never be tied tightly. The padding of the left shoe is wearing off too. &lt;br /&gt;7) I got no freaking digital cam and now that I need one for my project, I have to keep going around begging others. ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;8) The left ear piece of my earphones is spoilt. &lt;br /&gt;9) My desk is infested by white ants. A colony of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) There’s an eye clog in my right eye and I have to go for a checkup appointment at the eye specialist centre on 26/11.&lt;br /&gt;11) Need to mention the conditions of my eye bags?&lt;br /&gt;12) I sprained my right ankle in Nias, Indonesia. I sprained twice again since I got back. Now the bone seems to be a little out of place. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;13) I have chest pains from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;14) I have rhinitis and it’s worsening.&lt;br /&gt;15) My spine, including spinal cord, will hurt from time to time too. &lt;br /&gt;16) My neck hurts a lot too. &lt;br /&gt;PS: Anyway, for point 15 &amp; 16, I suspect that it was caused by the incident where I fell off the stage while working. &lt;br /&gt;17) I have migraines from time to time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) And I got freaking tons of projects to do. And non seems to be progressing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you are having bad luck? Think again, you are not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-6018900143299064269?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/6018900143299064269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=6018900143299064269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/6018900143299064269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/6018900143299064269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-whats-bad-luck.html' title='so what&apos;s bad luck?'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-5289860231378857423</id><published>2007-07-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:10:03.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If one day I leave this beautiful world, please tell my mother, sister and brother that I have loved them. Ask them not to cry over me. Carry on with their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-5289860231378857423?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/5289860231378857423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=5289860231378857423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5289860231378857423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5289860231378857423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-one-day-i-leave-this-beautiful-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-2780940445147607071</id><published>2007-06-10T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:59:32.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy sat~</title><content type='html'>my schedule was damn packed yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an overview of it:&lt;br /&gt;10am-7pm(fri): School&lt;br /&gt;9pm-7am : astro's Jupiter watch&lt;br /&gt;10am-2pm: Vivo's Nias exhibition&lt;br /&gt;2pm-6pm: Summer Challenge 07' @ sentosa&lt;br /&gt;7pm-4am: Hanging out with buddies + Kbox-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake for more than 24 hours.  But I enjoyed it! When was the last time I can be so involved in non-sch work based stuff?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to apologise though to my classmates whom I hanged out with at sentosa, my brain was dozing off and I'm basically expressionless for quite some time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-2780940445147607071?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/2780940445147607071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=2780940445147607071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/2780940445147607071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/2780940445147607071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy-sat.html' title='busy sat~'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-3151152484169592366</id><published>2007-06-08T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:39:28.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter in the tears.</title><content type='html'>there's a reason why I refuse to get involved in bgrs,at least for the next 2 years or so. I guess only my close friends will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!... &gt;_&gt; not becoz i'm gay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's simply because i have no time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that late night sleeps and devourings built up from projects stress are just getting the already-out-of shape me even more out of shape. I mean, who will ever fall in love with a guy who can't even do a single chin-up (damn looser-ish rite?) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you, i love you. but all i can do is to share your joys and woes, and admire you deep in my heart. I don't ask for more, I'm just glad that we are close friends, cause friendship lasts forever. But still, my heart still aches... badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-3151152484169592366?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/3151152484169592366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=3151152484169592366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3151152484169592366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3151152484169592366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/06/laughter-in-tears.html' title='Laughter in the tears.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-4338175586366251364</id><published>2007-06-08T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:42:37.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goals.</title><content type='html'>short-term goals:&lt;br /&gt;- get a ~2.5kg dumb bell.&lt;br /&gt;- learn dj-ing and cooking during august's sem break.&lt;br /&gt;- lose 5kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-term goals: &lt;br /&gt;- become a full-fledged part-time DJ by end of year 3.&lt;br /&gt;- improve my English.&lt;br /&gt;- become a part-time events emcee after NS.&lt;br /&gt;- get my driving license by end of year 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long-term goals:&lt;br /&gt;- get laid by 20? &lt;br /&gt;haha. just kidding. cant't think of any long-term goals at such unearthly hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-4338175586366251364?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/4338175586366251364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=4338175586366251364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/4338175586366251364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/4338175586366251364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/06/goals.html' title='goals.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-3745535864899310151</id><published>2007-05-02T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:16:15.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8, August</title><content type='html'>NDP - the day which the nation rejoice together as one voice; the day that occurs in the month which I have to complete 3 freaking exams. bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-3745535864899310151?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/3745535864899310151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=3745535864899310151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3745535864899310151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3745535864899310151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/05/8-august.html' title='8, August'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-8739869985461370771</id><published>2007-04-26T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:55:49.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a little patience.</title><content type='html'>I prefer the quiet side of me. I know that I am rather talkative, or some prefer calling 'bitchy', nowadays. The funny thing is that in the past, I am very rowdy at home and very quiet outside, but it is the direct opposite now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not emo-ing here. I just think that my talkative-ness will one day offend people like how 'somebody' did. Ok, fine. Maybe I have already (slightly) offended a few people here and there, preferably those with lower EQs and sense of humor, but i'm definitely much better than that 'somebody'. So I shall change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-8739869985461370771?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/8739869985461370771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=8739869985461370771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8739869985461370771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8739869985461370771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-little-patience.html' title='have a little patience.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-4583804866315373818</id><published>2007-04-26T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:21:42.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TVPROD is a FUN(NY) class!!</title><content type='html'>I wonder why. My patience with the XXX members from my XXX is being tested every now and then, ever since the "mei da mei xiao" phrase surfaced. First, they said that we should treat each other as a family. But now, they are like mighty gods and civillians like us must put them in high esteem, and we are no longer fit to joke around with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL... they are SERIOUS people, you see. MONKEYS like us have to KEEP AWAY from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damn. my sec sch class's tag has expired recently. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-4583804866315373818?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/4583804866315373818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=4583804866315373818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/4583804866315373818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/4583804866315373818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/04/tvprod-is-funny-class.html' title='TVPROD is a FUN(NY) class!!'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-5779643601087353288</id><published>2007-04-24T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:15:00.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a life!</title><content type='html'>It really irritates me whenever loud people come telling me how much they hate other loud and noisy people, and how much they actually enjoy PEACE and QUIET, giving me that angelic, holy innocent crap look. No offence, but come on... Don't complain about other people when you yourself cant make the effort to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm totally fine with loud people. I fully recognise their presence and I accept them too. I mean, I do have friends that are loud too. But please, just don't irritate me by doing that (see above).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-5779643601087353288?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/5779643601087353288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=5779643601087353288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5779643601087353288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5779643601087353288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/04/get-life.html' title='Get a life!'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-8621047598685921918</id><published>2007-03-27T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:57:50.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw life. screw love. screw work.</title><content type='html'>Girls don't like guys with no achievements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ok. I'm fat(yeap.. thanks to the 2 month break tt i ate even more than before), I don't play cyber games like dota, cs, warcraft,etc, I rarely play basketball or soccer or other sports ever since sec sch ended, I ain't have much achievements. I have 2 strengthless elbows thanks to the injuries suffered during canoe training last time and I have no eff-ing determination to train my elbows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, I can cycle, I can run (not as fast as before though), and i guess the greatest achievement I've got is the freaking part time sound technician job tt i hold, which i'm kind of  sick of anyway, thanks to all the fucking racists over there. yea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-8621047598685921918?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/8621047598685921918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=8621047598685921918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8621047598685921918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8621047598685921918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/screw-life-screw-love-screw-work.html' title='screw life. screw love. screw work.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-4303783190005072665</id><published>2007-03-27T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:33:23.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all by myself... don't wanna be.. all by myself.. anymore...</title><content type='html'>at the end of the day (today). i realised something. i realised that everyone have their own lives to live and they can't be there for you forever... aka : you are alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, friends have their own lives, their own family, and no matter how late you guys hang out or even hang over, at the end of the day, they still have to leave you to return to their homes. And even your very own family members, at the end of the day, they also have their own lives to live. basically, we all lead a different lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this saying by the not so young (aka old) people: "you come alone, you leave  alone", which is very true. You are came to this world alone, and yet you die alone too. I guess that's the reason why some old folks choose to die alone in some secluded place. (and no, i'm not harbouring any silly thoughts, don't have to hide the knives away from me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this term break, I realise that.. yea, damn it, i'm alone. NOT that i'm a loner or something, but no matter how many friends I go out with, at the end of the day, I'm still left alone. To some extent, I kind of like this type of macho uno feeling, but as time goes by... ... i dread it, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix. Nvm, it's just 2 more weeks before these lonely nights will be conquered by Master Assignments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-4303783190005072665?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/4303783190005072665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=4303783190005072665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/4303783190005072665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/4303783190005072665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-by-myself-dont-wanna-be-all-by.html' title='all by myself... don&apos;t wanna be.. all by myself.. anymore...'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-119579086956545446</id><published>2007-03-26T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T02:47:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss riau~</title><content type='html'>i mentioned about watching the best sunrise (so far in my life) during my cca chalet. well, here's the thing. i was thinking of some stuff when a few birds glided across the red-blue(purple?) sky, and this theory struck my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for years, people dream about becoming a bird. flying freely in the sky, with no worries, boundaries or so whatever. but hey, look at the other side, they are creatures that are of not much difference. From preying for food, to avoiding falling prey to other creatures, to finding a shelter to start a family, are these creatures really that worries-less as they seem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was tellng my friend just now about how nice it would be if i could stay at a CLEAN beach or a kelong. At night, I will sit under the starry sky, enjoying my beer/tea/tibits with my good friend(s) and studying the constellation. And every morning, i will wake up to see the best-est of the best sun rise. Over there, bartering's the "in" thing, smiling is a daily campaign and children's innocent laughters are music to the ears of those living in this very pure simple heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-119579086956545446?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/119579086956545446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=119579086956545446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/119579086956545446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/119579086956545446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-riau.html' title='i miss riau~'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-718380757725356888</id><published>2007-03-25T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T02:19:02.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'hv learnt alot.</title><content type='html'>My beer buddy once told me this: With every relationship(bgr) we go through, we learn something out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ ... NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-718380757725356888?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/718380757725356888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=718380757725356888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/718380757725356888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/718380757725356888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/ihv-learnt-alot.html' title='I&apos;hv learnt alot.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-236870966987241372</id><published>2007-03-25T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:01:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so true~</title><content type='html'>I was reading xin ming re bao (some chinese newspaper) the other day and I came across this column talking about fengshui. For that particular issue, it was talking about the fenghsui in jurong (MY DI PANG aka area) and somehow, SURPRISINGLY, it says that jurong has the most number of chiobus and handsomes among the other districts in Singapore. Hmm.. I have to admit that i kind of accept the most number of handsomes part. But for the chiobus part... well.. the article did carry a little advice at the bottom page, telling us to open our eyes bigger to observe, then we will 'see' that it's true (as in jurong really has the most no. of chiobus). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to pry my small eyes real big then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-236870966987241372?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/236870966987241372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=236870966987241372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/236870966987241372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/236870966987241372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-true.html' title='so true~'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-5905428090434352229</id><published>2007-03-25T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T02:00:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest sunrise i'hv ever seen SO FAR in my life</title><content type='html'>Ok, here's the thing. I went for my cca chalet last night, or rather, 2 nights ago. So there was this passing down ceremony of the current ex-co to the new batch of ex-co. And during that whole 20-30mins, I guess you can see the "fakest" side of me when all I did was just smile and clap while I was bleeding in my heart, controlling myself not to tear nor shout nor walk out of the bloody door. Well, apparently some of them saw through my not so real "fake" smile and 1 gal (whom i know have something against me) shouted "Jiahao, why u so sad". At that very moment, all i wanted to do was to really slap her bloody face and ask her to shout the fuck up. But i just smiled and walked away. I mean, hey, I saw at least 5 other disappointed faces, so I believe I have the right to emo at that time too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to commment much since the new committee has already been elected, well... apparently much earlier before the chalet, and i trust and respect that the previous ex-cos have their reasons for choosing whoever that have been chosen. But I'm kind of disappointed about how some GOOD classmate of mine wanted to hide the news of HER promotion from me before the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm just kind of disappointed at the fact that the hardwork I'hv put in over the past year was not recognised. AND SCREW THE FUCKING PEARLS SYSTEM! I HATE YOU! JUST BECAUSE I'M NOT A FUCKING COMMITTEE MEMBER, ALL I CAN GET IS P! P! AND MORE Ps! EVEN IF I DO A GAZILLION EVENTS! Though I am blur at times, I'm still at my right of mind to tell myself that: Hey! Why work so hard when even though you put in the same effort as them, you still get 1 fucking point when they can get 2-3 points instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to join sgnew wave, but since I'm already in 3 clubs at the moment, I guess I will wait till sem 2.2 before making any wrong moves again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have straightened out my thoughts while watching the sunrise alone. I came to lots of conclusions for many many thoughts, that is to not think about them. Btw, I swear that that was the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen. And I LOVE the mosquito bites SO MUCH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is one of the most explicit post I have posted since like... a year ago? Try sensing that great amount of disappointment in me yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-5905428090434352229?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/5905428090434352229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=5905428090434352229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5905428090434352229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5905428090434352229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/greatest-sunrise-ihv-ever-seen-so-far.html' title='the greatest sunrise i&apos;hv ever seen SO FAR in my life'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-2389919482703467893</id><published>2007-03-16T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T05:30:50.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calsberg. World of Friends.</title><content type='html'>I have friends that are Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are Malay.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are English.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are Caucasian.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are Homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are liars.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are betrayers.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are boasters.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are posers.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are rich.&lt;br /&gt;i have friends that are poor.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are caring.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are righteous.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are pretty/handsome.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are thin.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are ... not thin.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are athletes.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are soccer players.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are sound technicians.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are ex-prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are drug-abusers.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are smokers.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that are drinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink Calsberg.  Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-2389919482703467893?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/2389919482703467893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/2389919482703467893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/calsberg-world-of-friends.html' title='Calsberg. World of Friends.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7063537.post-4792511340545319911</id><published>2007-03-15T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T05:22:53.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But still, I like you.</title><content type='html'>Will be working this thurs, sat and sun. Sunday will be a great day! I will be doing a show at JEC! Catch me there folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you cry. I watched you frown. I watched you drool. I watched you shout. I watched you giggle. I think I have fallen for you. But I'm not gonna let infactuations get into my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting soon and I'hv got no time to spare for bgrs. Moreover, I'hv got a motto to keep up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-4792511340545319911?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/4792511340545319911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=4792511340545319911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/4792511340545319911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/4792511340545319911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/work.html' title='But still, I like you.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-3529593143849457769</id><published>2007-03-15T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T05:18:46.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry is a useless word. it cannot mend a disappointed heart.</title><content type='html'>I was clearing my emails when i came across a particular one which dated back to 2 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did tell me the reason. You did warn me before. But I took it for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry is a useless word. it cannot mend a disappointed heart."  It indeed is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many "sorry"s I say now, they will only be meaningless words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now people from two different worlds. Never will we be close again. Never will I hurt you again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, isn't me? Still tearing from reading those mails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-3529593143849457769?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/3529593143849457769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=3529593143849457769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3529593143849457769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3529593143849457769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry-is-useless-word-it-cannot-mend.html' title='sorry is a useless word. it cannot mend a disappointed heart.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-1860847567219461520</id><published>2007-03-09T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T03:03:28.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Mr. dJ song pon de Replay.</title><content type='html'>showing concern to friends who don't really appreciate it just really makes you feel dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye T107, see you guys at the chalet! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-1860847567219461520?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/1860847567219461520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=1860847567219461520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/1860847567219461520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/1860847567219461520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/come-mr-dj-song-pon-de-replay.html' title='Come Mr. dJ song pon de Replay.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-8103799688981578763</id><published>2007-03-06T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T14:41:15.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage - Chinese Street Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulIyew_xd5o/Re0M0ckLYLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D8bO9E4_XK0/s1600-h/Chinese_opera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulIyew_xd5o/Re0M0ckLYLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D8bO9E4_XK0/s320/Chinese_opera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038697653258117298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did this pic this morning. i know the text sucks. cant be bothered with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-8103799688981578763?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/8103799688981578763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=8103799688981578763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8103799688981578763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/8103799688981578763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/heritage-chinese-street-opera.html' title='Heritage - Chinese Street Opera'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulIyew_xd5o/Re0M0ckLYLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D8bO9E4_XK0/s72-c/Chinese_opera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-3325893135803804410</id><published>2007-03-04T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T09:30:53.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye</title><content type='html'>somehow, i feel that my life is coming to end soon. dejavu? i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really leave this world, don't feel sad for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-3325893135803804410?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/3325893135803804410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=3325893135803804410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3325893135803804410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/3325893135803804410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/03/bye.html' title='bye'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-1391086975406016832</id><published>2007-02-27T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T04:23:11.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pseudo is pervert? gee...</title><content type='html'>Anyway, I have been frequenting CSS over the past 2 weeks. I'm currently working with the Humanities Department, together with Ivan, Wei Long and Tanyaw, on an enrichment programme organised for the "Elite" sec 1s. It will be a 5-weeks course where we will be imparting our research and presentation skills to the students, in order to prepare them for an upcoming environmental competition by the SembCorp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparation for the course is damn tedious. From proposal to lecture notes, to activity sheets, there are damn lots of stuff to prepare. Though I have to admit that wei long has been doing most of the preparation stuff so far. Anyway, he will be leaving for the China trip in a week's time and he won't be able to join us in teaching the kids. So it means that it is down to only me and ivan teaching (with tanyaw starring as the guest lecturer in week 4) for the whole course. Damn. I am so not confident that I can deliver well. Just PRAY so. The vision of myself mumbling/stunning in front of the class, and the kids staring at me blankly, is just so disheartening. Well, the journey has already began though, and there's no point of return now since Mrs Teo has given the approval to go ahead and with all the teachers pinning so much hope on us. I can only strive now and give my best during the course. God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I am persuading my boss to hire me for the month of March. Well, now it's still under the pending period and we are still negotiating the pay. $800 a month is way too little man. My previous vacation attachment with him was $2000 a month la. WTH. Not that I am that money-minded, but it's hard earned money k?! (if you understand what kind of job I'm working on) Anyway, if he really hires me, then I will be working 5 days a week, with Wednesday permanently off as I have to go back to CSS to teach. Not bad eh, at this rate, I might be earning my first $10,000 by the end of the year! (provided that I can't work during my 2.1 sem - damn sad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-1391086975406016832?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/1391086975406016832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=1391086975406016832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/1391086975406016832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/1391086975406016832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-find-you-beautiful.html' title='pseudo is pervert? gee...'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-5585599696809931959</id><published>2007-02-27T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T03:24:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::me and my delirious girlfriend::.</title><content type='html'>OMG! P. is so chio! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to resume back my jogging routine... next month. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world losing hope, you're my only belief.          blessed I am to find you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-5585599696809931959?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/5585599696809931959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=5585599696809931959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5585599696809931959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/5585599696809931959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/02/close-your-eyes-dry-your-tears.html' title='.::me and my delirious girlfriend::.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-7166558452242250589</id><published>2007-02-27T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T03:27:33.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close your eyes, dry your tears.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. I didn't know that so much unhappy stuff had happened in your childhood. My bad. I should have tried to know you better back then, if you had allowed me to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-7166558452242250589?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/7166558452242250589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=7166558452242250589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/7166558452242250589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/7166558452242250589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-sorry.html' title='Close your eyes, dry your tears.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-116550204663582203</id><published>2006-12-07T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:34:06.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the point?</title><content type='html'>what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why get upset over such trivia matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be there and do the god damn job assigned to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why get upset over such tivia matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why fight over posts? Let them have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring yourself to their level. It's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why get upset over such trivia matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame? Glory? Eye-candy-ing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWXI !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How random can i get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-116550204663582203?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/116550204663582203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=116550204663582203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/116550204663582203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/116550204663582203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-point.html' title='what&apos;s the point?'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-116290580683693019</id><published>2006-11-07T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:23:26.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how's the puzzle?</title><content type='html'>sometimes the best present cant be bought by money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-116290580683693019?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/116290580683693019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=116290580683693019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/116290580683693019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/116290580683693019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/11/hows-puzzle.html' title='how&apos;s the puzzle?'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-116197422632388960</id><published>2006-10-28T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:37:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL like changing my blogskin. If I did not recall wrongly, I have been using this blogskin since I was in mid of Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just lazy. As usual.. U know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks. The jc-ians will be having their holidays soon, while we will be having assignments pouring down on us soon. How the hell can we find time to go out with them?? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSS will be moving out of its present compound in about a month's time.  - Nostalgic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-116197422632388960?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/116197422632388960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=116197422632388960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/116197422632388960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/116197422632388960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-like-changing-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-116197330582041165</id><published>2006-10-28T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:23:25.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP @ the FORT</title><content type='html'>The outcome of the event was, well, not bad actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the sparse number of people which turned up, the committee still managed to liven up the atmosphere with the "flying" glowing sticks and the good flow of programmes on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have to say that I felt a little disappointed or rather cheated that pop tart did not appear before I left. It's either I have went off before they arrived or ...well, it doesn't matter actually, it's over anyway.  But I thought it would have been much better if the djs had played some techno or trance music, rather than top40s hits; It became a bit boring after a while (it's apparent as people started leaving soon after 'disco' started).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I have enjoyed myself alot. A big thanks to the committee who had organised this event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-116197330582041165?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/116197330582041165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=116197330582041165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/116197330582041165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/116197330582041165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/10/pop-fort.html' title='POP @ the FORT'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-116051114057008062</id><published>2006-10-11T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T04:19:59.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman 4</title><content type='html'>WOW! So long since i last updated. Gotta clear up some cobwebs before they start filming "Spiderman 4" in my blog. -shivers- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays been great. Never been better. Too bad its ending soon. But well... 2.5 years left before freedom!!! YAY!!! -haix-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its been a month since I last cut my fingernails. Yeah.. I havent cut my fingernails since I blogged about cutting my long fingernails one month back. So a month has past, and I'm back with long fingernails again. Sad thing is that I chipped 2 of my fingernails off during work. Guess by now some of you reading this will be wondering: WTF? ISn't chipping off fingernails for gurls??  .. yea yea.. Will be going to cut my hair and fingernails later this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last Friday, I met up with my dearest ah ma, LAU Hsien Lee.. and surprisingly, xiao ting. Everyone thought it was a really really weird combo.. like as though its a bento + ba chor mee + goreng pisang combo meal, but well, the earth evolves eh. Anyway, we had enough money to eat something expensive... Carl's Jr. haha. Ate and chatted abit of our lives. Then, we went on down to esplanade to enjoy the splendid view of the Haze Polluted skyline of Singapore. And it was after seeing so many senior citizens and also the outdoor performances with the massive crowd, did I realise that it was actually the ba yue shi wu.. lunar mooncake festival.. hay-minded me.. haha.   &lt;em&gt;   [2 years back then, it was a special night.]  &lt;/em&gt;  So we hanged out till 10pm before heading to Marina Square to meet up with Mandric and Wanxin who had just knocked off from work, and we went home together. That night, Citylink Mall was heaven to me.. with the freaking haze that is... All in all, I really enjoyed myself that night. Thanks ah ma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont feel like dancing.&lt;/em&gt; It's like a song miss-matched in the wrong era. It would have sure hit the top 10 "clubbing" chart list in the disco era, where hippies will start doing their "a-go-go" moves. The tune is comparable to Grease. It's just so catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haze is domineering the night sky. I can't see any stars. Are those halcyon days of glory gone?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you? I don't know. Now and then, I keep telling myself that its "Good To Be Single". I mean like.. hey.. I have no one to control me, there's no need to squander tons of notes on dears, I can just walk on orchard road.. admiring girls without having dears being jealous, and I can simply call a few of my close friends out for a drink or two when I'm feeling bored or down, but in all, there's still.. that sense of loneliness deep down in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in less than a week, the second round of nightmare is starting. Got to get my popcorn and coke ready to watch this sequel of horror film unfold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-116051114057008062?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/116051114057008062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=116051114057008062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/116051114057008062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/116051114057008062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/10/spiderman-4.html' title='Spiderman 4'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115988995463856387</id><published>2006-10-03T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:39:14.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just friends.</title><content type='html'>When you were just friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know better from his fingers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you for what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say that I'm the one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115988995463856387?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115988995463856387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115988995463856387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115988995463856387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115988995463856387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-friends.html' title='just friends.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115988984692257158</id><published>2006-10-03T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:37:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh huh?</title><content type='html'>I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep frontin' (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115988984692257158?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115988984692257158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115988984692257158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115988984692257158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115988984692257158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/10/uh-huh.html' title='uh huh?'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115808777943834315</id><published>2006-09-13T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:02:59.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quando, quando, quando.</title><content type='html'>Guess you have already made up your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Maybe all this while its just me being one-sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what matter most is your happiness eh =) yao xin fu wor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been a quite a while since we chat online or sms through phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me being busy or is the phone getting cranky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I get what u mean actually. I know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115808777943834315?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115808777943834315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115808777943834315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115808777943834315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115808777943834315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/09/quando-quando-quando.html' title='quando, quando, quando.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115789844641560007</id><published>2006-09-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:27:26.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo~</title><content type='html'>okok. here comes something really really random... ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not cut my fingernails for a month. and there are freaking LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not washed my hair today. provided I have already washed my hair in the morning at 8am when i came back from work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115789844641560007?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115789844641560007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115789844641560007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115789844641560007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115789844641560007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/09/woohoo.html' title='woohoo~'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115788199465023332</id><published>2006-09-10T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:47:25.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly random.</title><content type='html'>School is starting in one month's time.. time flies quickly. no doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been taking up 3 jobs during the past 2 weeks. Shagged? no doubt too.&lt;br /&gt;I like the job back at my school, CSS, with all the familiar faces around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to really let myself have some good rest before school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to find one 'auspicious day' to clean up my room and have a major 'sheltox' spray overall my room to kill all those 'white  ants' crawling around my desk which have been left untouch since after 'o' levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class's chalet is tomorrow. But guess i'm only staying for BBQ. Not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my life now. No homework. No exams. No big stress. No politics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going to change for me. No one knows what will happen in the next 2.5 years. And I don't wish to imagine how it will bennow. but One thing I know for sure: My life will be more hectic than ever in the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, the 'auspicious day' I've mentioned earlier refers to the day I will fully recover from my giddy spells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I have not recover at all. One moment I might be smiling and chatting with u. The next moment.. if i make a 'wrong' move.. you might see me falling to the ground. And it cause me to walk zig-zag.. cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week since we last chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. How have u been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Take care my friends. Till then. See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Princess Maureen still owns me a meal !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm just not good enough for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115788199465023332?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115788199465023332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115788199465023332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115788199465023332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115788199465023332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/09/randomly-random.html' title='Randomly random.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115704973945829263</id><published>2006-09-01T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T02:42:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa!</title><content type='html'>going to work at sentosa on friday and saturday. supposed to report at sentosa's entry gate at 8am later. But i'm still not catching any sleep now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect a hoarse-voiced and grouchy me tomorrow morning =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall try to contact jiang hao tomorrow, maybe go for a run in the evening or something. Haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care. Sms me if you wish to find someone to talk to. I will be here for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115704973945829263?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115704973945829263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115704973945829263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115704973945829263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115704973945829263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/09/sentosa.html' title='sentosa!'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115704907261053082</id><published>2006-09-01T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T02:31:12.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stubborn.</title><content type='html'>ok. count me stubborn eh.. yesterday i was cooking fried rice for dinner. was alone at home. &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take a bowl from one of the cabinets beneath the stove. dumb me. i forgot that i will get giddy if i bent over too much. Instead of squating down to look for the bowl, i bent down. the next thing i knew.. my vision went black, and i slammed onto the floor. thank god it was just a few seconds before i regained concious (the fire on the stove was still on). but i didnt felt any better either.. i sat on the floor, my mind spinning like a marry-go-round. It took me a couple of minutes before i overcame the giddy spells and continued on with the cooking. &lt;br /&gt;So logically I should have rest at home since i'm not feeling well right? But stubborn me. I still went ahead to catch a movie with sherwin and boon kiat despite what happened earlier on. So anyway, we went to jp for their dinner first, before going to marina square to catch "click". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"click" is indeed a nice movie. It depicts about a guy who was so frustrated about his work and family. Until one day, he was introduced to an 'universal remote control' , which totally changed his life. Although advised about the "it was just cereal at the end of the rainbow" theory, he went ahead to 'forward' out the irritating part of his life, least knowing the drastic consequences he would face. &lt;br /&gt;I would say one of the most touching scenes was that after he realised that his father was dead and he had actually 'forward' out the part when his father died, he rewind back to the scene when he had last seen his father and deeply regretted for not caring for his father when he was alive.&lt;br /&gt;Well, on top of that, i love the scenes of the dog doing something kinky with the duck. lol.  &lt;br /&gt;As a whole, I feel that each characters actually brings out or reflects a certain individual lifestlye. and the storylines, for example the relationship between the son and adam sandler, closely link to what is happening in our own life. This movie, I should say, somehow acts as a mirror to many.  &lt;br /&gt;What I learnt from this movie is that some things in life are indeed frustrating. At times we wish that SHIT dont happen or we wish to skip through all the SHIT, hoping to only experience the 'happy moments'. But at the end of the day, it might be just cereal at the end of the rainbow. Cherish every moment you are living in now. Cherish the loved ones around you. Cause its the experiencing of these SHIT (and also other happy moments, of course) that will actually lead us to finding that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is definitely a great movie for families to catch, well except for the little kinky part about the dog and the duck, which boys should know in 10 years and girls in 30 years. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. So after the movie, it was already 1130pm. Logically, I should have taken a cab home to rest, especially after what happened earlier on in the day, but again, the stubborn me... I went to boon kiat's house instead with sherwin to sleep over. BUT, I fell asleep shortly after we reached his house, so i didnt stay up too late either. Oh yar, the 'too late' wasnt really that early either as it actually refers to 3am... =p coz we actually went to esplanade for supper and walked along the bay for a couple of hours after the movies before deciding to take the cab back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to end off. I'm here wishing all the teachers a wonderful happy teacher's day! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115704907261053082?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115704907261053082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115704907261053082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115704907261053082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115704907261053082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/09/stubborn.html' title='stubborn.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115703013074806062</id><published>2006-08-31T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:15:30.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever and ever.</title><content type='html'>will you still love me in the morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115703013074806062?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115703013074806062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115703013074806062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115703013074806062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115703013074806062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/08/forever-and-ever.html' title='forever and ever.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115687286083600379</id><published>2006-08-30T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:34:20.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>last thursday, I went sun tanning with boon kiat. but it only lasted for an hour for me. &lt;br /&gt;after tanning the front side for about an hour. i got into the water to rinse off the sand, before continueing to tan the back-side. but this is when things started getting so wrong. right after i stood up, my head started to spin. fell back down to the sand and froze there for about 2 mins, before i was able to regain back my balance. so i got into the water, thinking everything was fine, but after a minute or so, i began to feel worse. Went back up to shore, sat under the shelter for a while, and the next place i went... the toilet.. vomitted out everything i ate.. including white foam.. =s got a bit freaked out. so we decided to call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;After washing up, we grabbed a bite at harbour front food court, before rushing down to sgh, as my dizzy spells got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the check-up,  the doctor told me that i might have caught some flu virus which will actually to feel 'unbalanced' at times.. and that i am having high blood pressure at bp160/80. god knows what it means. i just know its high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. here's the follow-up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the next few days, i was feeling much better. I even went to work on fri and sat. but tonight, things didn seem so right. went to kbox with sherwin. was really singing at the top of my lungs. I didnt know that I can sing so high pitch.. but that's not the point. we sang till around 1158pm, before sherwin realised it was almost time the last bus was going to depart. so we went off and eventually made a dash for the bus interchange. Its been so long since i have ran that fast. after bidding goodbye with sherwin, I got onto the last bus, which so happen to almost depart when i reached the interchange. got onto the bus.. and that was when things started getting so wrong again.. felt my heart beating so fast and was finding it rather hard to breathe. next, the bus started to rock like captain's jack's pirate ship.... and so for the whole journey on the bus, i practically froze there in my seat.. staring at the space blankly.. and there was this awful stench in the end which added onto my misery.  then.. after getting off the bus.. that's when the horror started.&lt;br /&gt;the road home seemed so impossible. my body started to go weak. my legs were wobbly. my mind was a total blank. all i thought was reaching home.. u know. its like those 'hui kuang fan zhao' thing. not trying to be extravagant.. but it really felt that way.. and the most 'dramatic' part.. was that when i was climbing up the stairs towards my doorstep.. i was like " i finally made it home".. but somehow, the key on my hand slipped off and landed a few steps down the stairs.. i was like "shit.. is it a bad omen that i must die outside my house?".. so i 'wobbled' down the steps and picked up the keys.. and eventually, when i finally slotted the key into the whole and the lock went 'click'... i knew i made it back home.. A sigh of relief....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took a cold shower immediately.. and i'm feeling so much better now.. actually not really.. but at least i'm lying on my bed now.. so not much big movements to cause me to spin eh. =) shall see the doc next week to get my bp checked again as advised by the doc the other day.. and ms tay..  i will watch my diet lah... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid that i might follow in my father's footsteps.. that one day, i might just never wake up from my sleep again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115687286083600379?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115687286083600379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115687286083600379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115687286083600379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115687286083600379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115587107357663562</id><published>2006-08-18T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:51:29.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>i have a wish for my 18th birthday... Apply for my driving lessons! but damn it. my birthday falls on the week (or nearby) when school starts in year 2.. which mean i will have to wait till next year september before i can really focus on getting my license. damn it. &lt;br /&gt;no car? don't worry. there's always my company's lorry to speed in. haha. its just so shoik speeding down nicoll highway, or kim keat road in the middle of the night. &lt;br /&gt;this is not about acting or being cool. its about enjoyment in life when the breeze smack right in your face.&lt;br /&gt;but once again. safety's first. i will not exceed 130km/h. i promise. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just being random...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115587107357663562?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115587107357663562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115587107357663562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115587107357663562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115587107357663562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/08/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115469984779442560</id><published>2006-08-04T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:57:27.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>strangers when we met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115469984779442560?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115469984779442560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115469984779442560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115469984779442560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115469984779442560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/08/strangers-when-we-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115390517012870908</id><published>2006-07-26T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:12:50.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>having a freaking headache now with a slight cough. praying hard i wont get fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired lah.. so miss my sec sch years, where we just have to attend classes till 4pm the most, do a bit of homework, and the rest of the night is all for us to spare. haix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, life still have to carry on.. we need to look forward.. blahblah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cats is almost over! just finish up my portfolio, hand it in, and do the freaking e-portfolio, which mr siregar surprising also finds it pointless, and I will officially be done with CATS! ok.. here comes the contradiction... I actually fell in love with cats on the last lesson! hahas. but well.. its the last day anyway. so heck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon for both of us! especially you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115390517012870908?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115390517012870908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115390517012870908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115390517012870908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115390517012870908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/07/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115383710748191913</id><published>2006-07-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:26:25.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random me. maggi me.</title><content type='html'>boring evening. ended locvid test at around 5. did digitizing with kaiwen till 6. went canteen 1 to eat alone after that, before proceeded to library to slack:p well... not really slack, at least i was trying to edit my cats portfolio. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here i am. sitting at the atrium, typing this freaking blog entry before my laptop battery runs out on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home right after i type finish this entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty cold down here. Due to hungry ghost festival? HmMm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being random as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115383710748191913?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115383710748191913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115383710748191913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115383710748191913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115383710748191913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-me-maggi-me.html' title='random me. maggi me.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115380643839090301</id><published>2006-07-25T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:47:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cool. wow. awesome. splendid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just getting amused by the indians cutting grass outside the atrium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115380643839090301?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115380643839090301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115380643839090301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115380643839090301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115380643839090301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/07/cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115379384446537378</id><published>2006-07-25T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:17:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 july 2006</title><content type='html'>Woke up with a mild sore throat. Got down to school for lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose got real wet. Tissues after tissues couldn't stop the running tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn it, here i am with phlegm stuck in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prediction: Major sore throat tomorrow with a bad bad flu, followed by a super duper dry throat in the next few days, before getting a real nasty cough accompanied by a feverish fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons behind all these shits: &lt;br /&gt;(1) Not enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;(2) Not consuming enough water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean even the doc i always go to told me on my previous trip that my illness is always the same. What else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School work is getting heavier as due dates are drawing closer. screw it. holiday is a month away. everything will turn out fine. ~i reckon...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to studying with her. so cool. maybe i can study "how to coax a child, lesson 101" too. then i coax her too. zhang bu da de lao shi... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115379384446537378?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115379384446537378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115379384446537378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115379384446537378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115379384446537378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/07/24-july-2006.html' title='24 july 2006'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115209431801872293</id><published>2006-07-05T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:11:58.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>I seriously dont get why among so many modules. CATS is giving me so much pressure.. &lt;br /&gt;WHY?! WHy other classes don't need to do the actual product out, but my class need? within 2 weeks, yet with so much assignments on hand, i still have to dig out time to make the product.. and the progress now is real real bad. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually wondering if i should so-called.. give up CATS.. as in I still do the product and also prepare for the presentation, but I shall not put in 100% of my attention to it anymore. maybe just 60%. Cause we are going to get a B or C anyway. we already got C for assignment part 1. its way impossible to get an A for overall by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is tight. I just cant put my fullest attention to each and every modules anymore. Maybe that's why Ms Leng once told me this before. In life, we cannot expect perfect. If you are dealing with 3 things, and time is tight (like what is happening now), you should see which are the 2 most important things and drop the least important one. I'm not trying to say that Cats is not important, but compared to the rest. its really taking up far too much time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and medisoc interview transcript... i'm doing it now. but i'm so freaking pissed lah. a transcript is a WORD FOR WORD writeout of what is conversed during the interview. and NOT what you THINK should be the correct way of 'talking'... now i have to redo the whole fucking thing when i still have CATS~ *wow* to crack my brain on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. one last thing before i get back to my transcript and continue to be pissed. I am awarded a bursary under the arrangement by the school's student service department. However, to show respect to the donor on the day of the awards ceremony, I have to cut my hair... YESH! after keeping it for so long..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115209431801872293?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115209431801872293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115209431801872293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115209431801872293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115209431801872293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/07/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115154211845738285</id><published>2006-06-29T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T08:48:38.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life sucks.</title><content type='html'>life is so different now. Even if I am a loner, no one can blame me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... &lt;br /&gt;primary school friends: lost contact long ago.&lt;br /&gt;secondary school friends: they are mostly so busy that we hardly keep in contact now.&lt;br /&gt;buddies(CMP!!): i guess they are the bunch of good friends i'm rather close to now, expecially boon kiat and sherwin. I really have to apologise that I often lose my temper in front of the group especially when i'm stressed out. But again, most of them are in JCs, and may be quite preoccupied with their own work too.&lt;br /&gt;buddy(justin): someone who is willing to hear me nag. hahax. but seems that he is busy with his own work too.  &lt;br /&gt;buddy(jiajun): often go his house to chill out and also go mac to study tgt. but nowadays he prefer studying at home.&lt;br /&gt;msnpal(maureen!): she is so busy I can hardly see her online... and she still owe me a meal. &lt;br /&gt;sistER! (laika): hardly have chance to chat with her also. and i still owe her a meal. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with everyone being so busy, who can i hang out with? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115154211845738285?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115154211845738285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115154211845738285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115154211845738285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115154211845738285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-sucks.html' title='life sucks.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115151576446146610</id><published>2006-06-29T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:29:24.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>decided to stay back in school everyday till 8plus 9. its more lively to stay in the school library than rather facing the cold walls at home. some may say that i'm a loner, while some may presume that i'm a 'hardworking' boy, but i guess mostly likely you might just catch me watching hours of youtube, before eventually dozing off and causing noise pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is unpredictable. you'll never know what will happen next. one moment you might be walking on a long quiet street. the other moment you might just find yourself falling into a deep bottomless pit. interesting isn't it? sounds like ...'lost'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6+ projects to complete in 4+ weeks time. time is ticking away, but where's the enthusiast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting my buddies this sat. i hope so. or at least meet bk for sun tanning? nah. think i will just go out and chill. my accumulated fats from all those months of not exercising are too 'shy' to meet people. hopefully when night falls, i can catch a couple of drinks. just so need to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. about my hair.. yea yea.. i lost count of how many people who have came up to me advising and begging me to get my hair cut. is it really that bad? shh.. i know the answer. just trying to keep with the flow here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about my job.. besides my boss still owing me my salary, I guess I will be taking a break from the job so as to concentrate on my projects. Not a bad thing though, with all those bruises and sprain. Just 1 week back, I was unloading equipments off the lorry with my boss, when my ankle actually gave way and the speakers which weighed about 30+kg came crashing down on my ankle. I fell to the ground, with the speakers almost crushing my hands. thank god i pulled my hand back in time. I guess I can be ranked the most clumsy and comedy worker of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAR! I got a 'C' for my CATS. Well, its rather a surprise for me as I was expecting a 'D'. Reminder: My teacher is very strict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zhang Jia Hao is dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115151576446146610?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115151576446146610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115151576446146610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115151576446146610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115151576446146610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/06/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115038582840842235</id><published>2006-06-15T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:37:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ai qing bu neng zuo bi jiao</title><content type='html'>i estimate that the child care centre at blk 52 will be opening soon after term starts. is it a good or bad thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this scene... i'm holding my work, rushing to hand in my assignment, which is about to be late. and there's one bunch of kids at level 1 waiting for the lift to go to level 3. what am i suppose to do? run up 7 levels in one breathe again? geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well.. on the brighter side, its not a bad thing to see those innocent kids play around in the childcare centre.. especially when u r stress.. and maybe i can get to catch a glimpse of her in action as well? hmm.. would it be a good or bad thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is.. life still sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115038582840842235?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115038582840842235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115038582840842235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115038582840842235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115038582840842235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/06/ai-qing-bu-neng-zuo-bi-jiao.html' title='ai qing bu neng zuo bi jiao'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-115030962674281648</id><published>2006-06-15T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:28:42.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danial Powter's "Bad Day" plays on..</title><content type='html'>Perhaps the both of us need/have our own spaces. Perhaps all this while its just my own willful thinking. Whatever it is... We are still friends! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me that mass com is shaping me into another person. Is it a good or bad thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just so hectic that even if you have the time to rest, you wouldn't want to be bothered with any other stuff except letting your mind go blank (i mean like duh.. when there's 101 things running through your mind every minute every second, who wouldn't need a breather man..). Guess that explains why i'm always caught stoning away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticking to the motto i have been holding on since the very beginning. GTBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-115030962674281648?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/115030962674281648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=115030962674281648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115030962674281648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/115030962674281648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/06/danial-powters-bad-day-plays-on.html' title='Danial Powter&apos;s &quot;Bad Day&quot; plays on..'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114944378208740802</id><published>2006-06-05T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:16:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairy hair</title><content type='html'>my hair is freaking long, my friends said i can mop the floor with it. It kind of gets in my way at times actually, especially when i play pool. I have to brush my hair to the back first, bend down (with my hair still brushed back), aim, let down my hair, and shoot.. troublesome lah. but somehow, i just like it lah.. I mean beside the few bad hair days when my hair look very flat and make me look like xiao long nu.. -.-'' i'm still quite happy with my hairstyle as a whole when its a bit puffy. the only problem now is that my face.. all those fast food and 100 plus is bloating my stomach and face. I just feel my face becoming rounder and rounder.. like a moon..(sounds familiar). hmm... &lt;br /&gt;but no time to exercise ar.. projects after projects!!! damn it!&lt;br /&gt;freaking stressed out lah.. &lt;br /&gt;last sat i was at suntec's carl's jr doing debate discussion. everyone seemed so busy finding articles after articles. and me? i was so fucking lost.. i did not know what were points! there were already a few points generated earlier on by the group, and my mind somehow just couldn't process anymore new points. i was like a lost sheep going around to everyone in the group, asking them what to do exactly, but somehow, no matter how hard to try to get the idea across my block of wooden head, it's just in vain~ i was so frustrated and yet nervous.. i was so nervous that my group members will mark me down for the contribution part in the peer evaluation for debate.. at a point of time, i couldnt take it no more and I walked out of carl's jr and went to the carpark just behind it. I stood at the carpark's lobby for about 10 minutes to try and calm my mind down. but it doesn't work at all. it just got me more stressed. I JUST HATE MYSELF FOR BEING SO LOUSY IN COMPREHENDING ENGLISH!!! haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bauhaus.. i still have not decided which area to work on.. architecture? thearte performance? furnitures? household appliances? textiles? or simply just focus on bauhaus's various theories or its masters? i don't know. I have already got the layout in my mind . just that i dunnoe which area to focus on, which hence affects what pictures and headings i should include. and most importantly! my dimensions.. that's another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logos.. have been in the library for the past 2 days. been looking at a few books on different designs of coperates trademarks. but still, its hard to get a logo which fits the funny criteria.. i mean.. "clever and efficient".. i just cant visualise it YET..  i still need more quiet thinking space.. darn it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just got my adobe illustrator CS by Da Jia Da, Peggy this morning. thanks alot eh. troubled her to meet me so early to transfer me the application, and i actually done something stupid after 45 mins of the first transfer.. i closed the screen of the laptop, wanting to save electricity. but i forgot that dumb mac will cut off all 'activities' when the screen is closed. haix... then in the end the 1hr long trransfer had to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;so since i just got my adobe illustrator this morning, or rather early afternn, i have not start designing anything for bauhaus or the logos yet. so for anyone who is freaked out becoz he/she has also not started yet, don't worry. there's someone(me) out there who is still trying to figure out how to use illustrator 'efficiently'. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm stressed out, the first person who crosses my mind is *u*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114944378208740802?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114944378208740802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114944378208740802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114944378208740802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114944378208740802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/06/hairy-hair.html' title='hairy hair'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114891523956605701</id><published>2006-05-29T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:48:03.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just not good enuf.</title><content type='html'>for a moment, i thought i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously feel like drinking beer to drown out all my sorrows. can i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114891523956605701?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114891523956605701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114891523956605701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114891523956605701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114891523956605701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-just-not-good-enuf.html' title='i&apos;m just not good enuf.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114869334076408804</id><published>2006-05-27T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T09:29:00.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the last thing i least want to happen is loosing my CD!!!  FUCKING IDIOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;DONT EVER TAKE MY CD AWAY!!! GRR!!! I BOUGHT THEM ALL WITH MY OWN MONEY!!! GRRR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114869334076408804?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114869334076408804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114869334076408804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114869334076408804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114869334076408804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-of-last-thing-i-least-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114866740046561127</id><published>2006-05-27T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T02:24:01.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly~</title><content type='html'>reached je interchange from my poly at around 6.30pm. It was pouring heavily. I wanted to go home to have a quick shower before meeting my buddies for a movie, but dropped the idea when I think about my shoes getting drenched and I have to wear them to work tomorrow for the WHOLE day~ I SERIOUSLY can't stand having my feet in wet shoes.. they will just so going to rot my feet.&lt;br /&gt;So I proceeded to jec, went to the arcade, walked a few rounds and went to sit at the ice skating arena for 30 mins, before proceeding to cash converters to search for cds again. :P Boring guy eh.. at least i didn't go for my 'ntuc-shopping' today~ (sound cheesy)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I was walking towards je mrt station to take mrt to westmall, I met my junior.. the one i once liked.. but only for a short period of time.. coz i know that our age gap is too big to be able to communicate well.. (i'm not a person who speaks well.. be it in articulation or my phrasing/expressions in the first place). Looking at her walking away after saying hi to me, it just sort of trigger my emotions.. haha.. Not just thinking about her, but alot of things.. my good old CMP buddies.. my classmates.. 4/6.. those pure innocent laughters and fun. i just so miss my good old school days. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just think that my presence doesn't really matter. maybe I should just fade away. I cant fly though~.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing and MEDSOC are topics so difficult to comprehend by normal people ;).. its just like trying to explain The Da Vinci Code to a lemon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114866740046561127?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114866740046561127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114866740046561127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114866740046561127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114866740046561127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/fly.html' title='fly~'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114859947194073209</id><published>2006-05-26T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T07:24:31.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow~</title><content type='html'>FANtastic! slept from 9 last night till 7 in the morning! YAHOO! Had a long good sleep(finally). Feeling so refreshed now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was because I was using my laptop on my bed till i dozed off. My mother wanted to wake me up at around 11pm last night to shower first before going back to sleep. But I was so freaking tired I just kept going "orh... orh.. ok.. " then I went straight back to my dreamland. And with that, I slept the whole peaceful night through with my dirty clothes on. Geez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114859947194073209?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114859947194073209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114859947194073209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114859947194073209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114859947194073209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow.html' title='wow~'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114822509704231208</id><published>2006-05-21T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:31:43.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- the reason</title><content type='html'>i'm left speechless.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain or shine. life still have to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline: just SMILE and act happy..  that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.. assessed quiz is just 4 days away and i'm still stuck at the content page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life just simply sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114822509704231208?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114822509704231208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114822509704231208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114822509704231208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114822509704231208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/reason.html' title='- the reason'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114798457124114429</id><published>2006-05-19T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T19:22:34.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really!!!</title><content type='html'>3.40am in the morning, and i couldn't get to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I stood by the window, and enjoyed the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;That moment of calmness and peace devoured me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that sudden urge to go for a morning jog. &lt;br /&gt;But there's lesson at 9.. and my rheumatism will act up easily in this chilling weather.&lt;br /&gt;Felt really dumb about what happened yesterday afternoon. But well, couldn't find any better way out to vent my anger off then. &lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, let's just get moving on with the project. yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;Hope yesterday had been be a great wake-up call for the group. &lt;br /&gt;add kerosene(jia you) eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let me share something on my first Kbox trip on Wednesday since my eyes are still quite wide open. &lt;br /&gt;My class ended at 12pm. As usual, I went to have lunch with myself. But instead of the usual toh guan's broadway food centre, i went down to JEC. After having lunch, I dropped by at Cash Converters ( yar yar.. only poooor cheapos like me will look for second-hand cds.. yada yada... ). Didn't buy any cds for that day though. Then, my sis gave me a call and asked if I wanted to go Kbox with her. So after much debate... I agreed to go on the accord that she's footing the bill! =p I swear I was feeling so freaking awkward when I stepped into the Kbox room. And I was so reluctant to sing until my sis forced me to with her black face. &lt;br /&gt;Eh.. sang a couple of songs, such as "YOU WERE MY SUPERWOMAN"! (haha. I zao xia so many times that my sis decided to turn to indulge on the nuts, while I laughed at my own misery...) and i sang some oldies such as 'SHE', 'Just the way you are' and also 'KOWLOON HONG KONG'!!! "Kowloon Hong Kong" is a freaking cheesy song which I once heard in a chinese 'retro' movie. My sis was so freaking malu she insisted to change the song when I started singing it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still sucks with you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Life sucks more without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ze ge shi jie wei yi de ni. shi wo yong you de qi ji.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114798457124114429?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114798457124114429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114798457124114429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114798457124114429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114798457124114429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/really.html' title='Really!!!'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114796677263564526</id><published>2006-05-18T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:39:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geez.</title><content type='html'>been eating quite alot recently. getting more and more fatter!! haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost my temper today.. haix.. expected this day to come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114796677263564526?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114796677263564526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114796677263564526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114796677263564526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114796677263564526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/geez.html' title='geez.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114775393550321459</id><published>2006-05-16T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:47:48.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZEST</title><content type='html'>if u guys are not interested in the project then screw it!&lt;br /&gt;Why am i speaking to the laptop throughout the whole discussion?!&lt;br /&gt;Why cant u all just shut those laptops down for a while?!&lt;br /&gt;Just 20minutes! just 20 minutes of your attention! that's all!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just settle ourselves down and get things done once and for all?&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we went round the topic of the taste and packaging?  and yet after each meeting.. we still cant come to an agreement?&lt;br /&gt;Don't just tell me what we want to sell freshness... health.. blah blah.. What i want to discuss on is HOW to SELL? NOT WHAT to SELL!!&lt;br /&gt;At this rate.. we are getting to NOWHERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need to buck up. Don't just say about how you guys will mark one another down in the peer evaluation. Instead, we should think of how to motivate one another to work TOGETHER. I would rather work in a group with strong TEAM-spirit, fighting TOGETHER against the other groups,  than work in a group where members fight among themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have alot more to buck up. Instead of just saying that the other groups are 'kan cheong spiders'. Can we be the spiders? Let's outdo the other groups TOGETHER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEST - vigorous and enthusiastic enjoyment &lt;br /&gt;let's live up to our group name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i was harsh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114775393550321459?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114775393550321459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114775393550321459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114775393550321459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114775393550321459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/zest.html' title='ZEST'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114770935828581062</id><published>2006-05-15T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:09:18.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GENERATION Z - its the end-</title><content type='html'>Finally! A way to release stress. No smoking. No drinking. Just JOGGING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Jiang Hao and I went jogging. It has been a long time since we last jogged together. We jogged all the way from jurong polyclinic to the market near lakeside mrt, before making a detour back. It was rather stress-releasing, away from the assignments, projects, and the many faces of liars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is just crude. Full of lies, made-believes, hatred... and spastic people... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand spastic people.. ARGH!! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114770935828581062?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114770935828581062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114770935828581062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114770935828581062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114770935828581062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/generation-z-its-end.html' title='GENERATION Z - its the end-'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114762517182052989</id><published>2006-05-15T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:46:11.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so close yet so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114762517182052989?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114762517182052989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114762517182052989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114762517182052989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114762517182052989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114755258652102737</id><published>2006-05-14T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T04:36:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life sucks.</title><content type='html'>life sucks. yes it does! &lt;br /&gt;let's see what miserable things happened to me today.. &lt;br /&gt;Went out at 1030am. Ran all the way to the mrt, hoping to catch the train and reach suntec at 11am as instructed. The moment i boarded the train, my colleague sms-ed me that he would only reach at 12pm. I was so turned off. All my running was wasted. Thank god I did not take a cab which i wanted to at first. Anyway, reached city hall at 1115am. Went to HMV to source for the "pump up the bhangra" CD. Still can't find it after searching so many places. Guess its probably "limited edition".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, arrived at suntec level 2 ballroom's loading bay. Was waiting for my colleagues to arrive, when i spotted something familiar. A delivery lorry with a "Song Fish ... " logo on it. After much pondering then i figured out that it was Sheng Chuan's family's company. haha&lt;br /&gt;So my colleagues arrived after a while. We unloaded the equipments and it was down to setting up. While setting up the projector screen, I was exerting too much force to buckle the screen down to the screen's frame that i pulled my muscles on my left hand. I didn't even realise it until after a while, while I was taping down the wires, I found so much difficulties tearing the tape from its roll. The moment i exert force on my left hand, the muscle will start to ache. curses~&lt;br /&gt;When the set-up was done, I went down to marina square which was just opposite, to eat long john silver with my sis. When i got back to the ballroom at suntec, i was told that there was a problem with the amplifier, then the events company's crew asked me to do a troubleshoot. I was like 0.0". I mean like hey.. i'm just a part-timer... if i know so much, i wouldn't have to work part-time eh. So anyway, called my colleagues to rush a new amplifier down. So everything was fixed.&lt;br /&gt;The show went on rather smoothly, no pole dance nor sexy ladies tonight though Xp just pure heartlanders entertainment. There was those 'ge tai' singers.. magic illusions show and there was even 2 comedians from the J-team. Anyway, the title of the dinner tonight was 'Jurong GRC Mother's Day Night' or something(dun really rmb).&lt;br /&gt;Mr lim boon heng was the VVIP. There was 3 bodyguards accompany him.  &lt;br /&gt;Dance commenced at 1030, and ended at 1130, whereby the one hour break for me was used to rush down to marina square's 24-hrs mac to grab a burger meal. =p&lt;br /&gt;Started to tear down when all of the guests had left the ballroom. And don't forget that my left hand was still killing me. And as usual, my colleagues had not arrived yet. So i was coiling the wires slowly, while sms-ing her.. when she kicked me away!! =( So the lonely boy was left all alone in the ballroom, where the hotel waiters and managers were shouting, and the freaking aircon was OFF!! &lt;br /&gt;While sorting out a messy bunch of wire on a platform, I was standing at the edge of the platform. Probably most of you would have guessed what was going to happen. I forgot that I was on the platform, I started to shift back when i realised I was stepping on one of the wire I was coiling. This shift almost got me bruised and wounded. I flew off.. YES! FLEW~! though that platform was rather low, but falling onto the a flight of stairs was just so suay. thank god my face is still as one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianx la... now is 430am.. i sleep by 5.. and i am suppose to meet my group at kingalbert park for web design group discussoon at 8+ iin the morning! that means i can only sleep 2 hours starting from 5am, till 7am!!! GGRR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114755258652102737?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114755258652102737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114755258652102737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114755258652102737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114755258652102737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-sucks.html' title='life sucks.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114710809012622072</id><published>2006-05-09T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:08:10.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking shagged</title><content type='html'>projects projects projects! &lt;br /&gt;BAUHAUS! sounds like some native's language... BAHA~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going nuts liao. &lt;br /&gt;anyway. project wasn't really that smooth as planned. but not really unpredictable lah. hmm.. different members have different opinions and ideas bahx. Hmm.. our ideas might not click at times.. but its ok. not everyone thinks the same what. if that happens.. then its either we are lucky. or we are freaky.. haha. i believe that during discussions. its ok to trash out whatever ideas we have. that's what brainstorming is. &lt;br /&gt;we can always fight back about someone's ideas if we don't agree.. but please.. pay attention to what whoever have to say.. dun becoz someone turned down ur idea earlier on, then u just turn to do ur own stuff when its the turn for that someone to speak. its just not showing any team-spirit lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at the end of the day, what everyone is doing, is also for the  sake of the group in completing the project. let's work together and really show our team-spirit eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114710809012622072?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114710809012622072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114710809012622072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114710809012622072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114710809012622072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/fucking-shagged.html' title='fucking shagged'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114684117355533994</id><published>2006-05-05T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:59:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagged.</title><content type='html'>woke up at 7.45am this morning. changed and went off for lessons at 8. waited for bus 333 for 15mins. reached toh guan at 8.30am. waited for bus 52 for 19mins. bus reached at 8.49am. (i rmb so clearly is becoz i wanted to go and take a cab if the bus still have not reach by 8.50... so the bus apparently arrived just before i was about to step out of the bus stop.) oh yar. by the way, it was raining freaking heavily. anyway, i was panicking on the bus all the way to school. The traffic was so damn slow!! I was swearing all the way to school sia. Can you imagine this.. a route which usually took the bus about 10 mins to pass through, took 20+mins to pass through today. In the end, reached the campus bus stop at 9.25. I ran all the way up the hill sia. it's freaking terrible to run up a hill while it's raining, the road's slippery, and i'm carrying a 4+kg load on a sling bag.. all the weight was crushing on my right shoulder lah.. (the strap was over my right shoulder).. worse still.. my hp fell out of my pocket while i was running.. and both my legs started to cramp while halfway up the hill... weak lar~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god my webdesign teacher is a kind soul. he let me off this time.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went back to sec sch to give one of my juniors 'free' physics tution (with a complimentary mac meal =P). then halfway through. wendy and sukmun came back sch to collect their certs. kind of surprised to see them. hahax. they just popped out from nowhere. back to my junior.. so pissed me off lah. only brought her textbook and tys.. i was like.. I DUNNOE HOW TO TEACH!! no notes.. no ws.. no qns to ask.. just a tb and expect me to do a crash course for her~ i was going nuts man. but anyway. no choice also. so went through with her some concepts in the tb.. in the end i read the tb till i blur blur also.. haha.. cant blame me.. i was dependent on my notes. i see notes.. sure rmb here and there bit by bit eh.. ask me to see tb.. i catch no balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114684117355533994?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114684117355533994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114684117355533994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114658167084287752</id><published>2006-05-02T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:54:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite tired lately. need a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114658167084287752?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114658167084287752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114658167084287752' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114650039189350949</id><published>2006-05-02T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:21:54.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wo ai ni. zhen de.</title><content type='html'>had a chat with one of my buddies after dinner at jp just now. we were like 2 brokebacks sitting among the other bhangra brokebacks at the mrt station. i was so shocked when i saw 2 indians holding hands and walked past us. hahax.&lt;br /&gt;had a gdchat with him. though he didn gave me much suggestions.. hmm.. haha.. but well, at least i managed to borrow a ear and finally said out what has been suppressing in me for the past few months eh..&lt;br /&gt;tonight is kind of a moody night with the breezy weather eh. what a cool night for jazz blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chang yi shou jian dan de ge. xian gei jian dan de ni.&lt;div 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Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114641710842061091</id><published>2006-05-01T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:11:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life~ oh life~</title><content type='html'>today was the 2nd and last day at the wedding fair at chijmes.. today's mc was The Flying Dutchman!!.. a friendly guy indeed.. rather than some arrogant djs i met a few weeks back. chatted with him for a while. asked  him for tips for mass com, especially more of the radio side. he's reply was simple.. "radio.. hmm.. well.. the most important of all is that u need to know the basic radio skills.. hmm.. well.. radio is either u get it. or u don't." i think what he meant by "get it" is the way we speak and also the way we get our message across the radio eh.. or maybe he meant charisma? haha.. for a moment. i swear my balls were breaking.. i was like shit.. do i have it?? but well.. i'm on this expressway already. its too late to reverse.. and u-turn is a year ahead.. so all i could do now is to concentrate on what i'm doing and give in my best in everything i do bahx.. but still.. everything still comes back to the same point.. the reason y i'm getting such a fucked up life now is becoz my room is so fucking messy i feel so lazy whenever after i step into my room.. my room is like a .. in chinese they call it a "gou wo". think at the point of time when i clear up my room.. it shall be a brand new refreshed life for me.. but the question is.. &lt;when will that "point of time" come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. seen a couple of my friends down on mood lately.. probably due to the 'discomfort' of the stress in the new poly environment, or due to menopause.. some sec sch friends say that kanna bully.. ostracised.. hmm.. i juz dunnoe how to comfort them or cheer them up eh.. i'm a somehow changed person now for all that i know la.. i mean my friends who were closed to me last time would know that in the past, whenever i try to comfort or get someone back to his/her senses... i will tell alot of grandfather stories.. philosophies.. reasoning.. till pple call me the naggy UNCLE~ hmm.. but now? i feel like a cold-blooded animal.. whenever i see my friends down.. well.. i will still listen to them.. i mean i am more than willing to lend my ears to whoever are in need of them la.. but just that.. hmm.. i dun nag so much liao? hahax. dunnoe la.. i juz have tt feeling tt pple might not like ur 'nagging' eh.. well.. everyone have their own mindsets eh.. and frankly speaking.. i kept telling myself this.. :" who are u to tell pple about life when u urself is bloody hell going through such a fucked up life eh?" hmm.. well.. or maybe becoz of some setback last time.. that i kind of close myself up liao.. hahax. "jh's 24 hrs consultation hotline" is closed liao? eh.. well.. life eh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114641710842061091?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114641710842061091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114641710842061091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114641710842061091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114641710842061091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-oh-life_01.html' title='life~ oh life~'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114633287657180587</id><published>2006-04-30T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:47:56.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding fair at chijmes.</title><content type='html'>hmm.. this is my 3rd show which got to do with wedding.. just dunnoe y its so hot now to get married.. maybe its the peak season? god knows.&lt;br /&gt;for this fair, there is are mini fashion shows to showcase the different participating companies' wedding gown... hmm.. out of so many.. i particularly like one which is the only pink among the rest. It is eloquent and just gives off a very "princess" feeling.. and please.. i'm not a brokeback mountain jumping around.. hopping to get into one of those gowns.. nono.. no thanks.. just really purely appreciating it eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for the fashion show (btw, the fair is held at the chijmes hall),  i was doing the followspot for the models on the gallery which is on the second floor. so i had a rather clear bird's eye view from the gallery on the whole hall eh. saw many couples sitting at the side of the hall, waiting for the fashion show to start.. such a loving sight.. haha.. i swear.. i mean its just so different from looking at them at the ground floor. u can see so many couples in one view.. mostly holding hands.. discussing about the different wedding packages available.. saying 'qiao qiao hua'.. hahax.. &lt;br /&gt;sry ar.. not trying to be brokeback here ar.. just tt i'm a very.. hmm.. sentimental? sensual? person bahx.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114633287657180587?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114633287657180587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114633287657180587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114633287657180587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114633287657180587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/wedding-fair-at-chijmes.html' title='wedding fair at chijmes.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114618459634803189</id><published>2006-04-28T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:36:36.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>hey. today's my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;last night i was fiddling with the online application for my poly's bursary till 230am!! and i woke up today at like 630am lah.. only had 4 hrs of sleep sia.. the worse part is that i have 2x 3hrs tutorials from 9am to 12pm and from 1pm to 4pm.. just praying hard that i won't doze off in class.. if not not only i would miss important points said by the tutors, i might also get scolded too on my bd sia.. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, going to meet her later after lessons at 4pm.. kind of excited? hahas. got something for her, but was so busy last night that i didn't have time to wrap it up or write any note for her. sorry~ but anyway.. the thoughts that count eh.. Xp&lt;br /&gt;k.. got to prepare for lesson liao. cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114618459634803189?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114618459634803189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114618459634803189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114618459634803189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114618459634803189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114614141477862546</id><published>2006-04-27T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:36:54.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) ? =( !</title><content type='html'>something strange happened today. my class went for lunch in town after tutorials at 3.. but i chose to stay in sch.. weird me.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;tml is my bd.. honestly.. i dun expect much to happen as usual.. juz dun bao me i happy enuf liao.. 3 bd wishes? 1) hope that i can cope well with mass com and also get along well with my lecturers, tutors and friends.  2) hope everything will go well for my family and everyone stay happy. 3) something personal =)&lt;br /&gt;tml i will be having lesson from 9-5.. before joining the fms society guys on a bowling outing at safra.. dunnoe where.. got free transport anyway. hope we can stay out late after the bowling.. i dun mind going arnd with my laptop.. though its hurting my back these few days eh. juz want to go out and really unwind myself.. been on a emotion rollercoaster for the past few days. just need a break eh.&lt;br /&gt;sat and sun i will be working too... mon? i dunnoe.. juz dun expect me to be hopping arnd for the next few days lor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114614141477862546?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114614141477862546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114614141477862546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114614141477862546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114614141477862546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_27.html' title='=) ? =( !'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114596329217167723</id><published>2006-04-25T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:08:12.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead man</title><content type='html'>alemak! today my location video production lecturer told me that mass com requires of a lot of writing.. kanna con lah. &lt;br /&gt;When i went to the np open house which was held a few months back before the enrolment began, i was told by one of the lecturers at the mass com booth that mass com consists more on hands-on and each semester will only do the most 3-4 writings. =.= i feel dumb la.. actually believe that lecturer and took on mass com, if i knew that only radio production and other video/sound production and also web design does not require writing essays, i would have chosen fsv then. haix. well, what can i say... everything is somehow fixed already, can't make any changes also eh. just have to get along with it.. improve my english.. and try to write more lor. anyway, it beats writing more if i had gone to a jc eh (now that's a good thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lectures and tutorials so far are still ok. getting quite well with my class, though i have to admit that i feel a bit outcast, for the past 2 days, i have been just on time for lessons and didn't get to interact much with the class before lessons. nvm, we will still be tgt for the next 2 years or so, thus there's still plenty of time to interact eh. just pray that everything will go well bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. i am in np's atrium now. havent go home yet. the environment is so cool and peaceful. probably due to slight rain earlier on that the weather is rather cooling eh. but there's one very bad thing about the campus intranet... it does not support mac's msn!!! but strange.. i did see some of my clsmates using in the lecture thearte yesterday. =S nvm.. think i'm going home soon anyway. cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114596329217167723?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114596329217167723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114596329217167723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114596329217167723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114596329217167723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/dead-man.html' title='dead man'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114589978201268666</id><published>2006-04-25T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T01:29:42.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school offically started.</title><content type='html'>hey. starting from today, school officially started. guess i will be blogging lesser from now on, unless something happened which really interest me so much that i want to type it out, or when i'm bored. everything is *snap snap snap* back to school.. sian.. anyway.. there's something abt fms level 7,8 n 9.. especially level 9.. thank god i not from fsv.. no need to stay there too often..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114589978201268666?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114589978201268666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114589978201268666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114589978201268666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114589978201268666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-offically-started.html' title='school offically started.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114585191781202448</id><published>2006-04-24T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:11:57.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally shagged..</title><content type='html'>yea.. i last posted on fri night abt me working straight after my orientation eh.. so tt morning.. i really  didn't sleep at all..so i went to work at 9.. then i actually had a overnite setup on sat nite.. then i was given a last minute standby job on sun.. where i was supposed to be off duty liao eh...&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. on sat nite, i went to standby at a hotel beside great world city.. before that, i went to suntec to do a set up there. so after reaching the hotel beside great world city, i had to do another set up.. halfway through the setup, my colleagues have to rush to do another set up elsewhere.. so i was left to do the set up alone.. but the problem is straight after my colleagues left, the competitors of the singing idol tt night have arrived and they wanted to do their rehearsal straightaway.. but there was so much things not set up la.. the stage monitors.. the projectors.. the disco lights.. worse still, the events coordinator for this show was my boss's wife. i swear her face was so black when she realised that the setup was only halfway done.. in the end, suffered a few nasty scolding and i had to rushed to set up the rest of the equipments right after the rehearsal ended.. so anyway, the show went alright. the problem set in after the show.. i was supposed to tear down(technical term for packing up) on my own, and i was already half dead. speakers.. projectors.. the amplifier rack.. the console rack.. disco lights.. 2 big screens which i eventually needed help from the staff of the hotel to help me bring down.. and of coz.. TONS OF WIRES... i took 2+hrs non-stop to finish the tear down sia.. by then i was totally exhuasted liao.. but i thought nvm la.. after this can go home sleep liao.. =.= and i was so fucking wrong.. we have a overnight set up to do at swissotel... haix&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.. started setting up at the swissotel at 3am.. we have loads of things to set up.. big trusts to b set up at both side of the stage... parcans and moving heads to be fixed onto the trusts.. speakers.. and also TONS OF WIRES... i was so tired by then i swear for the whole setup from 3am to 9am... (yes.. the set up was so big.. tt it took 6 hrs to set up finish.. ).. i was half-asleep.. can u belief tt i was so tired tt i actually dozed off several times while standing.. and while i was changing bulbs for the parcans.. there was this particular bulb which took me 20mins to change it.. becoz i dozed off again and again while turning out the old bulb.. haha.. and there was a time when my colleague talked to me, i had already dozed off 80%.. i didn noe wat my colleague was saying.. but somehow in my "dream" or hallucination.. i actually replied him something.. which i dun even know!.. it was only till my colleague walked away.. then i realised tt it was not a dream.. oh yar.. there was also several times at the backstage.. my vision was so blur tt i actually mistook the equipments as humans.. until i looked carefully... then i realised i was wrong.. there was also a time i actually mistook a stack of chairs as a human.. and i actually said excuse me when i wanted to walk past it.. &lt;br /&gt;haix.. in my 5 months of part-timing at this company.. i have nv worked non-stop for 3 days sia. the most was 2 days.. and though it's just a day apart between 2 days and 3 days.. the energy usage is a great great difference.. &lt;br /&gt;in the end.. after the fashion show ended.. (oh yar.. i saw the ben yeo from chnl u doing a special appearance modelling along with some other stars..) .. we teared down non-stop again.. from 6pm to 9pm.. after hauling all the equipments back to the office by a rented big truck, we unpacked the equipments and went for supper, before going home at 2am.. &lt;br /&gt;and the reason why i'm here blogging away.. its becoz i woke up at 11am.. where my first lecture starts from 10-12.. so i have no choice but to slack now lor:p going to np for the rest of the lectures from 2pm onwards..&lt;br /&gt;and now my whole body is aching.. kk.. gtg.. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114585191781202448?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114585191781202448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114585191781202448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114585191781202448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114585191781202448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/totally-shagged.html' title='totally shagged..'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114566307518004328</id><published>2006-04-22T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T07:49:53.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desperate for sleep.</title><content type='html'>ytd's orientation wasn't really a bore la.. at least get to know quite a few.. hmm... rather interesting friends. anyway, sneaked out of the campus at 3 plus and went to work, to do a show at the bugis hotel's ballroom. while travelling on the mrt to bugis, my stomach juz started to have this very strange feeling. then pain starts to set in... hmm.. maybe something like a severe menstrual cramp? hahaax.. but it was juz so unbearable that i started to break into cold sweat.. then as i was standing at the door, i actually literally knocked my head against the door la.. yar.. the other passengers must be like... "hey look! another lunatic on the train~"&lt;br /&gt;and i almost fainted somemore.. the pain lasted for about an hour. even when i was setting up the equipments.. imagine the agony man.. anyway, i eventually started to burp... haha.. i actually burped non-stop for abt a min.. then i realised i had gastric wind.. or is it stomach wind? anyway.. managed to get rid of all the 'wind' inside my stomach and yar.. the miracle happened.. the pain stopped. &lt;br /&gt;so i continued with the set up.. usual stuff.. the dinner.. performance.. pack up.. my colleague was still at kranji when i finished packing, and he said he needed an hour to reach bugis. so had no choice but to push all the cases by myself down to the loading bay. lied down on one of the cases. was sms-ing her until my hp went "low batt".. i was like =.='' freaking suay~ had nothing to do.. so just lied down there and looked at the ceiling.. then after sometime, i could vaguely hear a sound coming from somewhere.. it was the.. erm.. u know those buddhists and taoists.. they use the prayer radio.. the reason i called it prayer radio becoz it looks like a radio.. and it has the 24hrs non-stop broadcast of "namo amitabha". so i was lying there.. listening to that prayer.. and i swear.. at a point of time.. i felt as though i am in some funeral parlour.. lying on the corpse table... *choy choy* but then.. it is that scary la.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could have reached home by 3plus 4... at least get a pretty gd rest before going back to work on sat.. but then there was a overnite set up.. i was like..  aiyr.. can la.. pia a few hours more only.. but let me tell u smth.. having woken up at 7 on the previous morning.. went all the way down to np n attended orientation.. had a fucking stomachache which depleted alot of my energy.. and tearing down and setting up noon-stop from like since 1am till 4plus am...  at abt 5 am.. i was so zombie.. i was dragging my foot around.. the wires i laid were rather messy... and my vision was double~ haha.. worse still.. just reached home at 630... took  a bath.. 7am.. n i have to report to work at 9.. tt means i got only 1 hr of rest.. but i dun dare to sleep at all la.. asking me to use 1 hr of sleep to replace back my 12+hrs of energy... IS FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE... so here  i am.. blogging away.. trying to keep myself awake.. till i go report to work.. so tt means since when i woke up at 7am ytd..worse still.. the night before. i did something.. erm... n after tt i couldnt sleep till like 430 then i fell asleep.. so i had only 3+ fucking hrs of slp in all lah! n when i rch suntec at 9am.. i got 2 set ups to do la.. one at suntec itself. another at grand corpthorne (somewhere near great world city..).. b4 i can take maybe an hour or 2 of nap la.. haix...life sux... &lt;br /&gt;wat can i say.. have to earn monney for my sch fees eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114566307518004328?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114566307518004328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114566307518004328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114566307518004328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114566307518004328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/desperate-for-sleep.html' title='desperate for sleep.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114543442651159252</id><published>2006-04-19T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T16:13:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>courtesy of 987fm</title><content type='html'>Hey! Ever dream of being your very own DJ? Your chance is here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;987fm is giving you a chance to host your own one hour radio show called " 987 control".&lt;br /&gt;YOU select the music. YOU are the host. and YOU are the star of the show.&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday from 1-2pm on 987fm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to take control,&lt;br /&gt;SMS the word &lt;control&gt; &lt;space&gt; &lt;your name&gt; and send it to "72346".&lt;br /&gt;and you might be our Sunday guest dj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114543442651159252?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114543442651159252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114543442651159252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114543442651159252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114543442651159252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/courtesy-of-987fm.html' title='courtesy of 987fm'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114537605328274339</id><published>2006-04-18T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:04:14.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>have i ever told u that u r cute, adorable, caring, understanding and pretty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. well. ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114537605328274339?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114537605328274339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114537605328274339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114537605328274339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114537605328274339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_18.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114537548845851042</id><published>2006-04-18T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:51:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daphne khoo</title><content type='html'>was listening to perfect10 987fm just now. they were airing singapore's idol, daphne khoo's new song "i'm sorry". it sounded not bad, quite catchy tune, but was a bit disturb by the "barbie doll" accent of daphne.. can't blame her, she's born with it. *no offence to her fans*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was browsing through blogs. happened to run into corrine may's blog linked from weilong's blog. i was like 0.0'' corrine may? isn't she the song-writer/singer? interesting eh. read a few entries of her's. rather amused lah. i mean like its rare that we a.k.a. commoners, can get an insight into the world of artistes eh. haha. i mean like most of the artistes i know of are secretive of their own private live eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114537548845851042?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114537548845851042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114537548845851042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114537548845851042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114537548845851042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/daphne-khoo.html' title='daphne khoo'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114500543193058383</id><published>2006-04-14T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:03:51.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just passing time.</title><content type='html'>yada, yada, yada... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudu, didi, dada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokemon, tamagotchi, digimon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;powerman, superman, underpants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batman, spiderman, banana man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project SuperStar, Campus SuperStar, SuperBand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol, Star Idol, Superhost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel 5, Channel 8, Channel U...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stone. stoning... ... still stoning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114500543193058383?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114500543193058383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114500543193058383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114500543193058383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114500543193058383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-passing-time.html' title='just passing time.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114495149234157804</id><published>2006-04-14T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T02:04:52.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.. (part 2) ...still hmm.. ing</title><content type='html'>after the movie, took sbstransit bus no.333 home. i juz love the bus route so much. especially at night. its so peaceful and quiet on the bus, except at times when obasans who juz came out of giant would talk at the peak of their voices, afraid that the whole bus couldnt hear them, but well, WHEN it is peaceful and quiet, its really good for putting myself back into the 'trance' a.k.a. stoning.. and start generating my thoughts again. hmm.. have been at the same old thoughts for the past few days. well, what's there to say... school's opening real soon and there's still no reply. guess i shall try and cart this 'thoughts' aside and start the new "chapter" of thoughts on, "what to prepare for the start of the first semester". &lt;br /&gt;well then, as an old saying goes, " what is meant to be,  is meant to be"... no point forcing eh. haha. well. there it goes again. =) adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the upcoming next super naggy nanny/teacher... take good care of yourself eh. parents seriously don't like teachers who fall sick often. n i mean don't. juz take the advice from someone.. like me.. who has a aunty who often complains about the teacher being absent from the child care centre.. well anyway, guess both of us will be real bz soon after the semester officially starts eh. let's juz leave it to fate to see if we will still be able to meet each other online by then. =) cya'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114495149234157804?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114495149234157804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114495149234157804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114495149234157804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114495149234157804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm-part-2-still-hmm-ing.html' title='hmm.. (part 2) ...still hmm.. ing'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114495010482290558</id><published>2006-04-14T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T02:10:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>juz nw went to catch a movie called eight below. its a pretty touching movie. hmm... but if i will to catogorise the movie between a 'must see' and 'watch to pass time'. that will unfortunately be under the 'watch to pass time'. indeed. a brave touching plot line, showing the love between the dogs and the master, how dogs struggle to survive in the cold wild for 170++ days and of coz scenes showing that dogs do have feelings too. haha. have to admit that i fell asleep half way through the movie again, having to be awakened by a scene where a sea lion jumped out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, thinking of it again, this movie seems a bit like discovery channel eh?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, although it was a 'pretty touching' movie like i mentioned earlier, it wasn't really that touching for me afterall. i mean like.. hey, how would u feel if one group of thais sat behind u and through out the whole movie, they just kept talking *and i mean literally talking like as though they watching soccer match at their friend's hse*.. worse still.. in thai language.. i swear i was so fucking disturbed by them sia. &lt;br /&gt;n there was this part which was near the ending where the master found one of the missing dogs who was named something like "myar" *a female dog*.. when the master found it, he thought it was dead, but eventually the female dog regained conscious when the tears shed by the master dropped onto its face *cliche~*.. then at the point when 'myar' regained consciousness.. the thais were going, " 'myar'! *@#%!$%#^!&amp;@*!%#*@!%# 'myar'! @!@(*&amp;*!#@#^%!@(@!.... ... 'myar'!" hmm.. yea. sry, i dunnoe thai, cant translate for u. but what happened basically was that the thais went crazy and kept shouting myar then *thai*... so freaking spoil the mood la.. &lt;br /&gt;these thais totally disgraced the other thais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114495010482290558?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114495010482290558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114495010482290558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114495010482290558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114495010482290558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114472978893184160</id><published>2006-04-11T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:29:49.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job at "blissful outdoor wedding"</title><content type='html'>was working as a dj at "blissful outdoor wedding". its a wedding fair located just behind bugis junction. it lasted from last fri till sun. &lt;br /&gt;at first i was only told that it was a wedding fashion show.. so i thought.. ok.. just one day.. and i'm done. but when i got there on fri.. i was like wow.. where's the stage.. only until i called my colleague.. i realised that it was a ctually a 3-days fair rather than a show. so i thought, well... couldnt' get any worse lah.. juz sit there play music anyway.. &lt;br /&gt;so i went into the tentage.. found the console. tidied up a bit and started to rock 'n' roll.. until one of the main organisers came greeting me.. and told me that my music doesn't fit their wedding theme.. and the wanted jazzy music.. i was freaked out lah. my cds all either pop. oldies. if not rock. so i had no choice but to rush to bugis street. those china cds stall to purchase a jazz cd.. called " Closer - when pop meets jazz" the music was real great. love that cd very much. haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. thru out that whole day.. i was playing that same old 2-piece cds over n over again thru out the whole day.. i still rmb at the end of the day, 2 salesgirls walked past the console where i was sitting there.. then they went, "oh, its the dj. eh. wait. so he's the one playing the same old bloody music over n over again?" i swear at that point of time, all i wished i could do is to juz pack up and go home man. so malu lah.. and not as tho i wanted it eh.. the whole day was boring.. i was sitting there.. re-reading the newpaper over n over again.. stoning away. haix. anyway, at the end of the day, i went over to town to find my colleague to help him tear down. while unpacking at the office, i was lifting a bar of parcans(light) with my colleague over some equipments. i was lifting it with my right arm.. halfway thru the air, my right arm suddenly lost energy and almost gave way. i paused there for a moment, my colleague eyes were so big sia.. haha.. but anyway, managed to change over to my left arm and safely put the par cans down. thank god tt it didn come crashing on me:p but my right arm was fused eh. then soon, it started to get a bit painful, but heck. i still have to continue unpacking now. sad. by the time evertythiing was unpacked and the equipments needed for the next day was loaded up onto the lorry, it was time.. to go home!! haha.. reached home at 6am.. slept at 730&lt;br /&gt;managed to sleep for 2hrs plus before waking up at 930, rushing down to bugis in a cab. for the rest of the day, everything was almost the same. the only thing is that i'm more restless than before. having not enuf sleep, my head was bulging like mad. then fever sets in. then my right arm starts to hurt also. then my nose started to flow out mucus like some waste pipe leaking. the whole day was juz plain misery. dozed off time after time. and in the evening. when it started to rain. i couldnt stand it no more and ended up rolling myself up on the chair and slept. when i woke up. the organisers were sitting near me chatting away. in other words.. slacking.. haha. then on seeing me waking up. they told me this, "hey! u wake up liao ar? u were snoring lah." lolx.. for the rest of the evening, i didn dare to sleep again liao.&lt;br /&gt;as time past, the more miserable i felt, i was sitting at the console and literally knocking my head against the console.. haha.. bet those customers who walked past must be thinking that why the organisers got such a crazy dj. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, called my colleague. told him i couldnt take it no more. so he agreed to look for a replacement for sun and nlet me rest. thank god! &lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, met up with my mum who is workiong nearby and had just knocked off also.. and we 2 went home in a cab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114472978893184160?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114472978893184160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114472978893184160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114472978893184160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114472978893184160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/job-at-blissful-outdoor-wedding.html' title='job at &quot;blissful outdoor wedding&quot;'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114425464505763697</id><published>2006-04-06T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:30:45.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>sad. sadly-sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114425464505763697?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114425464505763697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114425464505763697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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along the journey to the destinations, i will let myself go into a state of 'trance'. i will just stone there and start thinking about many things. sometimes i might find a solution. sometimes i might just get myself more confused. and most of the times i got to no where, so i just cart it aside and save it for my next ride.&lt;br /&gt;haix. life have many ups and downs. just experiencing the down-side now. so.. cheerios. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114425322235100633?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114425322235100633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114425322235100633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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stage. kind of reminded me of a show i did a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;it was a loreal fashion show, in collaboration with the visit of some loreal managers who came from some ang moh countries on a conference trip. timing was very crucial. everything was so tied up. from the pace of the models walking on the stage, to the sound, to the followspots(i was on one of them). everything was like snap snap snap! haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, guess many have pondered about this simple question before when they heard this brand... 'victoria's secret'. Y victoria's? and not jennifer lopez's? or paris hilton's? or hsien lee's? did some ancient greek woman who was named 'victoria' invented lingeries? or the lady founder of 'victoria's secret' is actually called... VICTORIA!&lt;br /&gt;well.. god knows the answer.. at least i dunnoe... *sua ku* Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the song ricky martin sang before the finale was great. though he actually did abit of lips sync... =.= anyone who have the song please send me on msn. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114425215607197501?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114425215607197501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114425215607197501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114425215607197501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114425215607197501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/victorias-secret.html' title='victoria&apos;s secret'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114416354584489504</id><published>2006-04-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:12:25.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fcuk *south park*</title><content type='html'>fuck. fuck-ity. fuck fuck fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114416354584489504?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114416354584489504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114416354584489504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114416354584489504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114416354584489504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/fcuk-south-park.html' title='fcuk *south park*'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114416285096523604</id><published>2006-04-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:00:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new bag</title><content type='html'>bought a new bag at bugis street. it is a totally plain black zinc sling bag. bought it at $20. it is selling at westmall zinc shop at $25 lah. but because there is renovation going on in bugis street (as told by the boss), they have the sort-of 'renovation sales' going on.  hmm.. god know if its for real...&lt;br /&gt;just when we were on our way home on the mrt, sherwin reminded me that my bag might be too small to put my laptop in. i was like, "yar hor.. damn it~". but who cares, i can use the laptop bad provided also eh. or maybe just hold it on my hands? argh. heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114416285096523604?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114416285096523604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114416285096523604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114416285096523604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114416285096523604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-bag.html' title='new bag'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063537.post-114407896349022735</id><published>2006-04-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T01:56:40.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=). behind the bright smile... is sadness.</title><content type='html'>need a break. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063537-114407896349022735?l=true_love89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/feeds/114407896349022735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063537&amp;postID=114407896349022735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114407896349022735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063537/posts/default/114407896349022735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://true_love89.blogspot.com/2006/04/behind-bright-smile-is-sadness.html' title='=). behind the bright smile... is sadness.'/><author><name>Dj Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03540315105507481464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
