<?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-16205351</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:25:44.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my.lovely.tys.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-6175010806882155299</id><published>2009-06-20T10:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:48:08.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i accidentally deleted my entire entry!!! rahhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;and i was almost done too x(&lt;br /&gt;this is the kind of thing that will get a guy off blogging for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i'm already pretty much off blogging as it is so i can't really get off- off blogging.&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'll be photo- blogging since its really been too long so i'll just comment as each photo passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*all photos are taken with 3.2mpx. click and enlarge to see clearer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARTS FEST OPENING' 09 @ MARINA BARRAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQd549ATI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SkSeH0eDOxA/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238932095435058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQd549ATI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SkSeH0eDOxA/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty impressive i must say for this to be the first sight.&lt;br /&gt;it's got artsy written all over it!&lt;br /&gt;and i must say if it wasn't for this event i wouldn't even know a barrage existed =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQNBL7qfI/AAAAAAAAAgE/cM7tH_xPC1w/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238641996311026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQNBL7qfI/AAAAAAAAAgE/cM7tH_xPC1w/s320/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a portion of the spiral structure that is the viewing stands for the performance.&lt;br /&gt;and it spirals 360 degrees from ground to where i'm standing, with the entire pathway lined with lawn grass.&lt;br /&gt;lights sparkle below and all around.&lt;br /&gt;the breeze that high up was constant and strong.&lt;br /&gt;and finally the stage below that stands in the middle, surrounded by a small pool.&lt;br /&gt;a fantastic piece of architeture x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQMtb2zII/AAAAAAAAAf8/96cmJeqP9RY/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238636694391938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQMtb2zII/AAAAAAAAAf8/96cmJeqP9RY/s320/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it begins!&lt;br /&gt;the giant mecha for this year is a praying mantis! (too bad if you ain't a bug fan)&lt;br /&gt;and unlike the plastic robot made out of bottle recyclables last year, this one is completely mobile, driven by a performer sitted at the butt segment.&lt;br /&gt;its eyes blink green and the whole thing actually does a full praying action!&lt;br /&gt;not a bad start i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the actual performance started, then comes the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;this year's opening theme was stilts so they got a troupe of stilt walkers to perform all sorts of stuff, rope skipping, juggling, synchronized pole balancing etc.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is they kept dropping stuff!&lt;br /&gt;none of their performances were completed successfully due to their fumbles.&lt;br /&gt;they couldn't get the rope to swing more than a few revolutions coz they kept tripping it up.&lt;br /&gt;they juggled 3 pins, dropped those and went on to 4 anyways. (failing as well)&lt;br /&gt;their pole balancing was out of synch coz too many of them had dropped their poles so they kept waiting around for each other.&lt;br /&gt;basically nothing was done right.&lt;br /&gt;they looked like they severely lacked practice and amateur-ish.&lt;br /&gt;no one in the crowd was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQMRCtQpI/AAAAAAAAAf0/IRDc1RJk3NE/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238629072716434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQMRCtQpI/AAAAAAAAAf0/IRDc1RJk3NE/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky for them, i believe no one came with the sole purpose of just looking at their performance.&lt;br /&gt;after an embarrassing time, the fireworks began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQMNvYiAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Aauak_eg9Co/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238628186359810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQMNvYiAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Aauak_eg9Co/s320/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one reminds me of honey stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQMLEzatI/AAAAAAAAAfk/gmlUD9Z0DX0/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238627470895826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQMLEzatI/AAAAAAAAAfk/gmlUD9Z0DX0/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only shot of a spherical fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;and so the fireworks salvaged the opening a lil but it was rather short.&lt;br /&gt;and there were neither creative patterns non different colours for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't what i expected at all, especially with such an amazing location.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICE CREAM &amp;amp; WAFFLES DATE @ MY PLACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxPta0pXZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/2ek-dLaJZCI/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238099122150802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxPta0pXZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/2ek-dLaJZCI/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's got the craving, i've got the ice cream and so we got the waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxPtExrYFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/nXX8l1jSB1k/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238093204119634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxPtExrYFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/nXX8l1jSB1k/s320/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home- prep waffles and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;though the waffles were a little soggy, the ice cream was yum x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAME OF FRIES @ MICKEY D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxPs-8421I/AAAAAAAAAfM/0PsAhURhxdA/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238091640527698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxPs-8421I/AAAAAAAAAfM/0PsAhURhxdA/s320/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started a game while i was half way through my fries where we took turns making emoticons with what's left of my fries.&lt;br /&gt;after each successful attempt, we ate one fry.&lt;br /&gt;and so it ended with one fry and a sesame seed, which i declared as 'sesame's friend'&lt;br /&gt;the winner is still undecided xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FONDUE @ BILLY BOMBERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxPskmsoEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SnsvR8b9MvY/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238084568129602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxPskmsoEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SnsvR8b9MvY/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the offer caught our eyes and we couldn't walk away.&lt;br /&gt;only 11.90++!!&lt;br /&gt;and its b &amp;amp; j ice cream! (i half expected walls/kings really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxPsS0GhdI/AAAAAAAAAe8/G7EpVG3yDAE/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238079792514514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxPsS0GhdI/AAAAAAAAAe8/G7EpVG3yDAE/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all done~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOYI'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxOUdmNP9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/Yb9FkulMRSQ/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349236570858536914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxOUdmNP9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/Yb9FkulMRSQ/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gift part A to her.&lt;br /&gt;part B was still in construction then so i couldn't get any photos done.&lt;br /&gt;my plan was to float it up to her from ground floor until i found out she didn't have the keys to her window grills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxOTvEOedI/AAAAAAAAAek/oi5n0l8Urvk/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349236558367979986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxOTvEOedI/AAAAAAAAAek/oi5n0l8Urvk/s320/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at out of the pan.&lt;br /&gt;was a new place for us and a rather no-choice location too i must admit.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i didn't make reservations for anywhere girl x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGHT SAFARI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxOTeLGqWI/AAAAAAAAAec/aVlS9MXcxUg/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349236553833425250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxOTeLGqWI/AAAAAAAAAec/aVlS9MXcxUg/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! the long awaited revisit to the night safari since my childhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxOTCnFxbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7AJSrUcdYK4/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349236546434614706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxOTCnFxbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7AJSrUcdYK4/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we caught this performance just as we came in.&lt;br /&gt;fire breathers, eaters and er.. people that just played with fire. LOl&lt;br /&gt;they did all sorts of cool stuff with it and the most impressive i think was their chain- linked fire breathing!&lt;br /&gt;one performer would blow a breath of fire, and then the next will spew his kerosene to CATCH and sustain THAT fire breath.&lt;br /&gt;and this will go on and on until someone eventually got outta breath.&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally impressed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the night safari was the same i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;the tram ride, the trails and the gift shops!&lt;br /&gt;my favourite animal was the clouded leopard and this pig thingy that's supposed to be the prey for all sorts of predators! =X&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got a leopard plushie from loyi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARTS FEST CLOSING' 09 @ YISHUN FIELD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNv_got8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/7wUVzYvv_mY/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349235944306816962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNv_got8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/7wUVzYvv_mY/s320/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so impressive location this time.&lt;br /&gt;i even had doubts if we were at the right place for the right event.&lt;br /&gt;until the show began...&lt;br /&gt;and the theme this year didn't hide it at all.&lt;br /&gt;its FIREWORKS!!&lt;br /&gt;this is a propped up cylinderical screen that was used to project images i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;and everytime it showed a footage of a burning fuse line getting shorter and shorter until!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNvW11PoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1QexnLtJ-7s/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349235933389864578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNvW11PoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1QexnLtJ-7s/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!! fireworks would explode in the air above!&lt;br /&gt;and every one of them was launched only a short distance away!&lt;br /&gt;the loud explosions would ring in our ears each time one went off.&lt;br /&gt;not that anyone was complaining x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNvH7u6lI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YuUoHn554io/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349235929388083794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNvH7u6lI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YuUoHn554io/s320/DSC00710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sparklers that went off at the top of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNvRTAcMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/9V8lhNRK1Ss/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349235931901620418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNvRTAcMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/9V8lhNRK1Ss/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red streamers blew out from the screens and descended like snow all around us!&lt;br /&gt;i even caught a few! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one portion a female performer ascended to the top of the screen in a sort of elevating platform, wearing a fire technician jump suit, which was the standard attire of all performers that night.&lt;br /&gt;and she started making some speech while holding a flamethrower torch, (kinda like a statue of liberty stance) and it went off periodically everytime she emphasized a point.&lt;br /&gt;(though i still didn't get what she was trying to say =X)&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, she started stripping down to her (swimsuit?)!&lt;br /&gt;well the point is the crowd got pretty excited, especially when she flung her clothing off.&lt;br /&gt;i gues when you do that sorta thing in the heartlands, there's bound to be lots of sick ah peks right?&lt;br /&gt;so one of those ah peks shouted for her to continue stripping and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and he kept going throughout her speech, trying to be desperately funny.&lt;br /&gt;and the performer was like er.. plump and ang mor.&lt;br /&gt;what a way to kill the singaporean image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways back to the fireworks..&lt;br /&gt;though it was a lil short, the streamers thing kinda looked like the finale.&lt;br /&gt;and with the lousy opening, i didn't have great expectations this time.&lt;br /&gt;and so just when i expected it to end.&lt;br /&gt;the burning fuseline image showed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNusmih9I/AAAAAAAAAds/luHauZ6bfvA/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349235922051434450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNusmih9I/AAAAAAAAAds/luHauZ6bfvA/s320/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begin the REAL lights show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNPQl2Z3I/AAAAAAAAAdc/uUtiRSS1Mc0/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349235381956405106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNPQl2Z3I/AAAAAAAAAdc/uUtiRSS1Mc0/s320/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing it with me!&lt;br /&gt;red and yellow and pink and.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNPnekEWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Iz2aREgP49g/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349235388099858786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNPnekEWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Iz2aREgP49g/s320/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNO_V382I/AAAAAAAAAdE/RHWDvC1OWUY/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349235377325994850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNO_V382I/AAAAAAAAAdE/RHWDvC1OWUY/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple and orange and blue.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNPDDtkfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/FF6IulmqLwY/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNO_V382I/AAAAAAAAAdE/RHWDvC1OWUY/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNPKyhtMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fcdsC2thOtE/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349235380398961858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxNPKyhtMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fcdsC2thOtE/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can sing a RAINBOW!&lt;br /&gt;sing a rainbow..&lt;br /&gt;sing a rainbow too~! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so that's pretty much it for photos.&lt;br /&gt;i've a few shots of my origami kusudama i made for father's day but i'm not loading it up just yet.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm really getting the hang of this origami thing.&lt;br /&gt;i've pretty much made half of everything on youtube that showed up when i searched 'how to make origami'.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a lil afraid i might be developing a hobby outta it =X&lt;br /&gt;someone stop me when the day comes. LOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thrown into serious thoughts last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;somehow all the get- togethers and hearing bout how everyone else's doing had me realised i haven't progressed a step since A levels.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much still the same way i was 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;and it's depressing coz i don't feel like i've grown up at all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be an under grad in half a year's time and working soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not gonna accomplish anything now, i probably wouldn't do anything later either.&lt;br /&gt;i've been living frivolously for the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;and i think it's time i stopped and put something to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well that's all.&lt;br /&gt;until next month then.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6175010806882155299?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/6175010806882155299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=6175010806882155299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/6175010806882155299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/6175010806882155299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-accidentally-deleted-my-entire-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SjxQd549ATI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SkSeH0eDOxA/s72-c/DSC00351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-3431794058505994152</id><published>2009-05-20T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:00:21.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because when you experience a moment of perfection, the world stands still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-3431794058505994152?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/3431794058505994152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=3431794058505994152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3431794058505994152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3431794058505994152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-when-you-experience-moment-of.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-6831391403767581861</id><published>2009-05-13T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:16:22.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a MAY entry!&lt;br /&gt;which will be covering all things that have been, will be and might be in the said month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRON CHEF LOYI!&lt;br /&gt;after having accomplished 2 successful attempts at cookie baking, she's been online looking for other recipes to challenge.&lt;br /&gt;and starting safe, she has picked a familiar dish to some.&lt;br /&gt;dish identity to be revealed as i bring you through each cooking phase!&lt;br /&gt;photos courtesy of her supportive boy x) (who has helped out in everything non- cooking, chopping or remotely food- related)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl24f1q4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ehFh9taYddc/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335329439615396738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl24f1q4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ehFh9taYddc/s320/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHASE I- Ingredient Preparation.&lt;br /&gt;mushroom chopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl3cFzsLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/stmAVu1Ucbg/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335329449169891506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl3cFzsLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/stmAVu1Ucbg/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHASE II- WRAPS.&lt;br /&gt;amazing wrapping skills!&lt;br /&gt;neither her sis nor i could get it into a nice package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl3N6ZtZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/EdjqF850jPg/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335329445363955090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl3N6ZtZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/EdjqF850jPg/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food close up.&lt;br /&gt;and the best part of it is the addition of the green stuff!&lt;br /&gt;i so LOVE the green stuff. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl3UxZhOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hYQAF0wyX8g/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335329447205242082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl3UxZhOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hYQAF0wyX8g/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completion of PHASE II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl3nYNODI/AAAAAAAAAXE/t-JEPcpOXVc/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335329452199852082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl3nYNODI/AAAAAAAAAXE/t-JEPcpOXVc/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrl3nYNODI/AAAAAAAAAXE/t-JEPcpOXVc/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHASE III- In the Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrmwGOHhpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gB0w3yIZ0Kg/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330422551709330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrmwGOHhpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gB0w3yIZ0Kg/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completion of PHASE III!&lt;br /&gt;dish presentation by yours truly x)&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it's loyi's home econs dish for final practical exam.&lt;br /&gt;zi bao ji! (paper wrapped chicken!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrmweHS3ZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/CddxPZKfp-4/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330428965543314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrmweHS3ZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/CddxPZKfp-4/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serve's up!! xP&lt;br /&gt;with a side dish of fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrmwtQ7HQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/c46YonGmgDc/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330433032461570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrmwtQ7HQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/c46YonGmgDc/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHASE IV- Down the Hatch!&lt;br /&gt;hm what was that word...?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM! xD'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just today..&lt;br /&gt;IRON CHEF goes japanese!&lt;br /&gt;once again her faithful cameraman was there to take the whole thing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrmw7DxZNI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6Xy0HefC7_Y/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330436735395026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrmw7DxZNI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6Xy0HefC7_Y/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients!&lt;br /&gt;of course not forgetting zi cai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrmxM35uJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/UWQKV49fxdo/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330441517447314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrmxM35uJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/UWQKV49fxdo/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steamed japanese rice, mixed with small portions of rice vinegar mixture.&lt;br /&gt;spreaded on large seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrnzfYGPWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/SKn5tn5UlAs/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335331580355689826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrnzfYGPWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/SKn5tn5UlAs/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolling rolling rolling..&lt;br /&gt;i roll this quite skill de ok! wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrnz1dx97I/AAAAAAAAAYM/lY7M94QPP3o/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335331586285107122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrnz1dx97I/AAAAAAAAAYM/lY7M94QPP3o/s320/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one complete!&lt;br /&gt;if it looks shorter to you, that's coz it is.&lt;br /&gt;blade was too blunt and the other half fell apart!&lt;br /&gt;and into our tummies.&lt;br /&gt;no wasting eh? LOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrnzlI6Q2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/FvtiTq7-GcM/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335331581902603106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SgrnzlI6Q2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/FvtiTq7-GcM/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect sushi roll!&lt;br /&gt;inverted with sesame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrnzqz-xfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Zs4VjJiOT4I/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335331583425431026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/Sgrnzqz-xfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Zs4VjJiOT4I/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the final outcome.&lt;br /&gt;i made the fan tuan myself ok!&lt;br /&gt;this boy can make sushi also de lor. LOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways sushi making was a serious test of patience and skill.&lt;br /&gt;the preparation was simple enough but it was having to deal with all the sticky rice, that somehow sticks to everything from fingers to shirt to table top.&lt;br /&gt;but still falls apart when rolled into a sushi.&lt;br /&gt;we were eating the rice grain off our hands as we made them.&lt;br /&gt;which got us pretty full by the time we actually got down to eating the completed ones.&lt;br /&gt;and the mess it made afterwards was massive.&lt;br /&gt;but we managed ok.&lt;br /&gt;too bad that loyi became too sick of rice to have any.&lt;br /&gt;i finished half the plate myself!&lt;br /&gt;not complaining though. hahaha =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the main event done.&lt;br /&gt;on to the randoms.&lt;br /&gt;i've got my new pixelated uniform!&lt;br /&gt;so it's a tad unsightly but i simply cannot refuse the feeling of trying on new things.&lt;br /&gt;and i must say it's a lot more functional than its predecessors.&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up on its increased drying properties and thinner material.&lt;br /&gt;best for warm people like me!&lt;br /&gt;no thumbs on its outlook and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;removal of the shoulder epaulettes somehow made it lose some of its 'sei'.&lt;br /&gt;just doesn't look as garang as before.&lt;br /&gt;and sure the material makes it thinner and more cooling but it feels funny on the skin.&lt;br /&gt;like you're wearing a rough jumpsuit on bare body.&lt;br /&gt;thumbs down on the chest epaulette.&lt;br /&gt;the idea sounds like a rip from iron man.&lt;br /&gt;and chevrons aren't made to be on epaulettes or anywhere else except biceps.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i'm rating pretty decent for this new uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pending promotion to L2SG.&lt;br /&gt;L stands for local by the way, implying no pay increment x'(&lt;br /&gt;but its ok, i'm already having the highest pay-to-work ratio (as jj puts it) than most out there xP&lt;br /&gt;hoping to get promoted soon.&lt;br /&gt;one, so people will stop asking why a sergeant has JCC and all.&lt;br /&gt;and two, so i can finally be working on my own.&lt;br /&gt;waiting around for others before you can get any work done can be pretty frustrating sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;in any case i'm predicting it to come sometime around 25 june.&lt;br /&gt;in anticipation~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's come to my notice that despite my miserable blogging- rate.&lt;br /&gt;there are still people out there that consistently drop by to see if i updated anything!&lt;br /&gt;that just warms my heart you know? wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you! xD&lt;br /&gt;but it'll be nice to know who you people are!!&lt;br /&gt;after finishing this go TAG now!&lt;br /&gt;at least let me know who's kay po-ing around yah? LOl&lt;br /&gt;and no, i won't blog more because you guys are reading. =X&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it for now i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;i'll update again if anything big comes along the month.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll end of with a last message to our 3rd month together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i love her so..&lt;br /&gt;because in front of her, i'm no one else but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;future note to self: happy special day~! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6831391403767581861?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/6831391403767581861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=6831391403767581861' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-1946084922166262203</id><published>2009-05-02T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:56:10.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why i love her so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i can be a sloth all day and she would join me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1946084922166262203?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/1946084922166262203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=1946084922166262203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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smiling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;it just feels like i getting away with something illegal you know?&lt;br /&gt;i think i secretly adore breaking rules xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had a couple of breathless nights (literally) recently.&lt;br /&gt;every breath requires conscious effort or it feels like i might just stop breathing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow through all that i just couldn't stop thinking what if i wake up dead in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;it would be a crappy way to go i think.&lt;br /&gt;peaceful and painless perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll feel kinda cheated you know?&lt;br /&gt;like i went to bed believing i would awake the next day but then i don't.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't even 'know' i've gone.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm the kind of person that would wanna know that i'm dying before i actually kick the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;leaves some room for mental preparations you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got an incredible craving for fries now.&lt;br /&gt;to the extent where i went online looking for the best fries on our island.&lt;br /&gt;which turns out to be mac?&lt;br /&gt;oh cmon, i would easily pick carl's jr or ljs.&lt;br /&gt;but i would settle with a nice plate of home fried loyi's spicy fries any day x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright enough blogging for the month then.&lt;br /&gt;i just thought i should put in an entry before the month is over.&lt;br /&gt;i totally missed feb out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4839996943987204335?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/4839996943987204335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=4839996943987204335' 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-16205351.post-8399391079983821746</id><published>2009-03-05T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:09:06.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm attached to a girl whose complexity will have me guessing for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;she's unique, unexpected, unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;i may not always get it right.&lt;br /&gt;i might nearly always get it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;but at least our lives will never be short of surprises x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. osborne is going to need better photos of himself if her friends are gonna be using facebook to check out her boyfriend. =X&lt;br /&gt;p.s. to the p.s. STOP TAGGING me with embarrassing photos of myself!!! -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-8399391079983821746?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/8399391079983821746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=8399391079983821746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/8399391079983821746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/8399391079983821746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-attached-to-girl-whose-complexity.html' 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style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SUekRiVsiDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uNF2f1exQFs/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SUekRNSVICI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1D0UVsnnPCU/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280369703646470178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SUekRNSVICI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1D0UVsnnPCU/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess there are forests that i don't mind being in afterall x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father has apparently devised an ingenius fly-swatting plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's what you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) get a pair of electric fly- swatters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) identify a fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) place the fly- swatters in front and behind the fly, ie the fly's in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) ensure both swatters are electrically- active.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) using only one fly swatter, make a feinting move while keeping the other stationary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) the deceived fly will zoom off in the opposite direction and fly straight for the stationary swatter, into its own demise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't have the heart to tell him. lOl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-7315783200787300670?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/7315783200787300670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=7315783200787300670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-9170641919787903598</id><published>2008-11-06T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:57:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SRMPU7QtQEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JXrOgqdF8N8/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265569241505808450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SRMPU7QtQEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JXrOgqdF8N8/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fork and spoon, carved out of a log.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little small to be of much practical use but i give it points for looking cute. lOl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i leave for brunei in 7 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of the 3 weeks that i'll be there, i'll be spending a portion surviving out in the jungles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;literally, living-off-trees-survival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in one of the said toughest course, JCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rumours are that we'll be the last batch to attend this course, thus making us the last batch of future officers-to-be with the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prestige.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a lot riding on this badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't say if i'm entirely prepared but there really isn't time left to train for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'll be going in head first, ask questions later come JCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just gotta do what i've always done i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chiong and keep my fingers crossed. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in any case this might probably be the last entry till 3 Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so toodles for now i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-9170641919787903598?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/9170641919787903598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=9170641919787903598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/9170641919787903598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/9170641919787903598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-fork-and-spoon-carved-out-of-log.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SRMPU7QtQEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JXrOgqdF8N8/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-311973265560610068</id><published>2008-11-03T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:56:30.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how the most painful, unpleasant, hateful of events reside in memory longest?&lt;br /&gt;how we'll look back and laugh or simply rejoice in having survived through it all.&lt;br /&gt;well all i'm saying is if i do survive through it all.&lt;br /&gt;and one day i do look back.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE LAUGHING MY ASS OFF!!! xX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-311973265560610068?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/311973265560610068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=311973265560610068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/311973265560610068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/311973265560610068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-how-most-painful-unpleasant.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-5645970823581414643?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/5645970823581414643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=5645970823581414643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/5645970823581414643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/5645970823581414643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/10/snow-hey-oh-red-hot-chilli-peppers.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-1923292346438482258</id><published>2008-10-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:20:28.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SPC7AeZwXgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/F-Ko9s2aRxY/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255906381976854018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SPC7AeZwXgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/F-Ko9s2aRxY/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;does this not spell b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l all over it's ruby casing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the elegant yet defined shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the contrasting flash of metallic silver and red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slim, style and slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything i would love in a phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can i say man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a sucker for pretty- looking phones. lOl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life's beginning to suck really bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'm beginning to hit that wall in that has 'what the fuck am i doing here??' scribbled all over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i find myself living through each day without thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going through motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and suddenly life as a 7- 5 clerk doesn't seem so bad afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't get me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't lost sight of the reasons for why i've endured for thus long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm beginning to question if they are reason enough for me to stay on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because frankly, i'm really beginning to detest the place altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just unwelcoming to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in any case i'll only be leaving for brunei in bout a month's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but with the fucked up schedule for next couple of weeks at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't think i'll get much time to say bye to the outside world properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so until the next time i get a decent book out then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1923292346438482258?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/1923292346438482258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=1923292346438482258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1923292346438482258'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SNzu0ZihTpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/iNAgVKEf2-g/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250333849583439506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SNzu0ZihTpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/iNAgVKEf2-g/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;i believe this is my cutest posession yet.&lt;br /&gt;something bout hoods just makes everything adorable. lOl&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a hood obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of a line out of an army song we sang during our 24km route march.&lt;br /&gt;'she wears it for the soldier who wears the green beret'&lt;br /&gt;maybe she can wear a hood. LOL x))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-7557461435353150233?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/7557461435353150233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=7557461435353150233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/7557461435353150233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/7557461435353150233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-i-forgot-to-mention.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SNzu0ZihTpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/iNAgVKEf2-g/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-9159349768760138522</id><published>2008-09-26T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:47:17.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATES!!!&lt;br /&gt;its been what? 2 months since my last entry?&lt;br /&gt;well somehow the mood to blog just diminishes everytime i'm back home.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i should i put in an entry now and again just to show you guys i haven't abandoned my blog yet.&lt;br /&gt;i know you guys still check on my blog every day. wahahahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then.&lt;br /&gt;for the past 2 months i've basically been serving the rest of my service term.&lt;br /&gt;i've been on yet another field camp.&lt;br /&gt;this time having spent 6 days 5 nights on the knolls of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;who knew there were any knolls in singapore?&lt;br /&gt;i used to think we had nothing but flat lands and 'pimple humps' at best.&lt;br /&gt;but take if from me, charging up that pimple hump after bashing through 2 hours worth of forests, while carrying the heaviest load in the platoon is seriously no joke.&lt;br /&gt;after which was a digging experience like nothing i was prepared for.&lt;br /&gt;lets just say i have a great appreciation for foreign labour now.&lt;br /&gt;anyways the rest of the months were spent outfield mostly and that leaves the 24km graduation route march and our 3rd bar presentation.&lt;br /&gt;it was a better experience as compared to the one back in bmt in the sense that i sustained less injuries i suppose but i must say i enjoyed the tekong one more.&lt;br /&gt;and marching through the night basically left me falling asleep when we've finally reached the peak of Elehant hill and was presented our 3rd bar.&lt;br /&gt;and that kinda marks the end of service term.&lt;br /&gt;of course there were a lot more things happening within those 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;most of which involved pain and suffering but lets not remind myself of unpleasant times. lOl&lt;br /&gt;in any case i've got my 3 x white bar, 1 x green beret plus the title of senior cadet.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've met my goals for service term then.&lt;br /&gt;all that's left is 21 weeks of pro term, 3 joint term and commission loh!&lt;br /&gt;that will be the day man x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SNzlCZw67qI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1XoaPFaf4AE/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250323095045729954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SNzlCZw67qI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1XoaPFaf4AE/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways here's the drink i had that got me puking on the train ride home.&lt;br /&gt;and so you know, its only 8% alcohol =X&lt;br /&gt;i need some drinking practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i realised ntu CBC has a lot of pretty good looking girls.&lt;br /&gt;get me outta the army already!! x((&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-9159349768760138522?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/9159349768760138522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=9159349768760138522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/9159349768760138522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/9159349768760138522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates-its-been-what-2-months-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SNzlCZw67qI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1XoaPFaf4AE/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-5339364739586498260</id><published>2008-08-03T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:13:48.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SJVHFw9EDJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7_psap2yPCM/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230164706626636946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SJVHFw9EDJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7_psap2yPCM/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say people who can tie a knot on a cherry stalk with their tongue make great kissers.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not implying anything but that IS a knot. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been blogging for a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;confinement + limited book out time = blogging- less.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, we book out the latest in the entire ocs and we book in the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;i mean when i book in the sky is still bright.&lt;br /&gt;the sky shouldn't be bright when i book in.&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'll be missing again for a period coz i'll be revisiting tekong for field camp.&lt;br /&gt;10 days out on the field is honestly... 10 days too long.&lt;br /&gt;once again, may modernisation up its pace and demolish what's left of singapore's forests.&lt;br /&gt;did you know 1/3 of our land mass is STILL forests??&lt;br /&gt;so what's with all that complaint bout limited land space?&lt;br /&gt;there's 233 km^2 of land right there for you!&lt;br /&gt;do i want it?&lt;br /&gt;do YOU want it? o_O&lt;br /&gt;so what's it still doing there covered with trees eh?&lt;br /&gt;singapore has a funny concept with its land usage i say. lOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah there's book in time again.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, see you guys next thurs then.&lt;br /&gt;send me a smoke signal or something if you need me. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-5339364739586498260?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/5339364739586498260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=5339364739586498260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/5339364739586498260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/5339364739586498260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-say-people-who-can-tie-knot-on.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SJVHFw9EDJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7_psap2yPCM/s72-c/DSC00069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-3031109270401489543</id><published>2008-07-13T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:06:15.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmksChbfZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vQsRiBoAhe0/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222386319411084690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmksChbfZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vQsRiBoAhe0/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMO ICE CREAM!!&lt;br /&gt;shaped to look like a peach.&lt;br /&gt;this totally made my day.&lt;br /&gt;a frosty coat of pink rock candy housing a unique flavour of peach ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;it's almost too perfect to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmksbvHgGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ovObUbNExJE/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222386326179381346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmksbvHgGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ovObUbNExJE/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but eventually i couldn't hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmksSGkpmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QewV_LI5ogQ/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222386323593406050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmksSGkpmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QewV_LI5ogQ/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it even has a nutty chocolate core!!&lt;br /&gt;now that's wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmkssRpPyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/C539-ecwntQ/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222386330619166498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmkssRpPyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/C539-ecwntQ/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the core on its on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmks6PYjzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cDyJfeIu4WY/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222386334367780658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmks6PYjzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cDyJfeIu4WY/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;why do all good things come to an end? xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 week confinement in OCS' done.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty amazed i'm still sane.&lt;br /&gt;i mean even spending 2 weeks in US on holiday had me wanting to be back home.&lt;br /&gt;and the next time i spend such an extented time from home would be in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;the FOREST of brunei.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the forest.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now a strong supporter of modernisation.&lt;br /&gt;please burn down all the bloody forests and build me an air con shopping mall. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;the last week before book out was really lousy for me.&lt;br /&gt;messed up all over the place and instructors always seem to be there to catch me in the act.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm kinda marked by this time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty amazed i didn't sign any extras for it.&lt;br /&gt;then again they could always change their minds.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm now known to everyone in my wing as the guy that wore admin attire down for duties before RO. (although i've no longer guilty of that after clearance)&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have to tread careful from now on.&lt;br /&gt;anymore mistakes and i might be OOC-ed.&lt;br /&gt;and it seems that's all anyone's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;constantly we have that term drifting around us and it's always used in reference as the ultimate punishment.&lt;br /&gt;life inside is just tense.&lt;br /&gt;not even when i sleep can i be truly relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;'cause anything can happen even in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;and there's still 35 more weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be rough man.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing keeping me going is the thought of the day i get commissioned.&lt;br /&gt;(assuming i'm not OOC-ed by then)&lt;br /&gt;everything for that day to see the look in my parents' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i must survive this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways just recalling all that had me breathing difficult and chest- constricted.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go slack off the rest of my 2 hours before book in again.&lt;br /&gt;and here's a song from hellboy II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vdR1qNdgHX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vdR1qNdgHX/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/8gv1Ez/music/ATmamcLQ/barry_manilow_cant_smile_without_you/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was a good movie but not spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;and i doubt there's any relation to the first movie apart from characters so it was still 'make-sense-able-ly' enjoyable for people like me who've missed it.&lt;br /&gt;anyways that's the last time i watch anything in cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;the people there are just..&lt;br /&gt;well if you've been observant enough you would know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel kinda outta place. =X&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now then.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-3031109270401489543?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/3031109270401489543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=3031109270401489543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3031109270401489543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3031109270401489543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/07/momo-ice-cream-shaped-to-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SHmksChbfZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vQsRiBoAhe0/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-6939879619032886967</id><published>2008-06-21T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:50:03.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been posted to OCS (Army Wing).&lt;br /&gt;an unexpected but greatly welcomed piece of news.&lt;br /&gt;apparently intake to ocs for this batch isn't as small as we all thought it to be.&lt;br /&gt;nearly everyone i know seems to be posted there.&lt;br /&gt;with only 3 wings this intake, we'll probably be seeing a lot of each other again.&lt;br /&gt;and after the initial contentment, it suddenly struck me that i'll be living as a maggot in hell for 9 months at safti.&lt;br /&gt;9 months of turn outs.&lt;br /&gt;9 months of countless out fields.&lt;br /&gt;9 months as the lowest lifeform, said to be even lower than recruits.&lt;br /&gt;since they at least get welfare.&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting a THREE WEEKS confinement period.&lt;br /&gt;the things they can do to us during that time, i don't even wanna imagine.&lt;br /&gt;also that the guy died while on his brunei course, which i will eventually attend as well.&lt;br /&gt;plus looking at ming's increasingly depressing stories bout his life in ocs is certainly not helping.&lt;br /&gt;BUT at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;this is what i want, so i can't really complain much.&lt;br /&gt;for the one moment on my commissioning parade.&lt;br /&gt;to stand before my parents and have my rank placed on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;i must endure it all.&lt;br /&gt;REN AH!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and until 3 weeks later, here's a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZRM3IIsilm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZRM3IIsilm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/VSuz8Z/music/MXWn4F-y/staind_so_far_away/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, its just so far away.&lt;br /&gt;toodles folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6939879619032886967?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-843372032813367531</id><published>2008-06-21T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:44:15.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a night made interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i actually went for the closing performance for the Arts festival.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm not an artsy fartsy person to any extent.&lt;br /&gt;but i would say i enjoyed the show as much as a dull-minded-to-the-arts-person could.&lt;br /&gt;never mind that they were singing in a foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;their actions were exaggerated enough for me to infer. lOl&lt;br /&gt;and as far as i can make out.&lt;br /&gt;it's a love story of two people coming together but sabotaged by a jealous third party.&lt;br /&gt;with both lovers eventually driven to death but miraculously revived near the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;now i must say i'm guessing most of this since we missed out the first half of show as we arrived late.&lt;br /&gt;BUT this is a classic example of a blessing in disguise since we met a woman, also late and on the same bus as us.&lt;br /&gt;and she offered us tickets to the front row of the grand stand to see it all up close and personal!!&lt;br /&gt;and it was as close as anyone could have gotten to the water.&lt;br /&gt;apparently she was part of some organisation that i didn't quite catch and had extra tix.&lt;br /&gt;and we just happened to walk right behind her!&lt;br /&gt;to think if we stepped off the bus a few seconds later, we would have had to tip toe and jump about with all the other losers to watch the performance. =X&lt;br /&gt;and being that close to it all was sweeEEeeet~!&lt;br /&gt;you could make out the expressions of the performers.&lt;br /&gt;watch every ripple or splash on the water surface.&lt;br /&gt;actually FEEL the heat from the pyrotechnics.&lt;br /&gt;and i must say for a water performance, they've got a lot more pyrotechnics than i had expected. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;and finally be dazzled by their short but strangely pleasing fireworks display.&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe using 'display' would be a tad inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;there was afterall only one form of fireworks pattern, ranging in only two different colours.&lt;br /&gt;but they were launched from the water surface just metres away from us and the explosion was just about as near.&lt;br /&gt;so it still made for an awesome sight. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;well enough talk then.&lt;br /&gt;its time for photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFv2lc7OKeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YHoFD7G7PVM/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214032116891658722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFv2lc7OKeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YHoFD7G7PVM/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bride and groom dancing about a makeshift boat/ float.&lt;br /&gt;the bright lights are actually flares.&lt;br /&gt;somehow they don't show up on a 2.0mpx cam x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFvsvRGG_MI/AAAAAAAAANY/ehTeqAgvNJA/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214021290398514370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFvsvRGG_MI/AAAAAAAAANY/ehTeqAgvNJA/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pyrotechnics!&lt;br /&gt;a little bling bling to go with some splash splash. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFvsv_84RhI/AAAAAAAAANo/NDMug_rRXDo/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214021302976267794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFvsv_84RhI/AAAAAAAAANo/NDMug_rRXDo/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this you guys may have to use a lil imagination.&lt;br /&gt;if you look closely enough, you can actually make out a humanoid silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;its actually a huge figure made out of water dispensor cans.&lt;br /&gt;the kind used in offices.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what role it plays in the show but it's way cool. LOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFv2llz8lKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/GUtvo3n1qqM/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214032119277065378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFv2llz8lKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/GUtvo3n1qqM/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another shot of it shooting flames from its eyes.&lt;br /&gt;yes. shooting flames.&lt;br /&gt;didn't i say it was cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFv2lNTV39I/AAAAAAAAANw/P-rn15nf6uA/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214032112697860050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFv2lNTV39I/AAAAAAAAANw/P-rn15nf6uA/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my failed attempt to capture the fireworks on film.&lt;br /&gt;it's times like this that makes me miss my old 3.2mpx cam hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFvsv7X2UwI/AAAAAAAAANg/Bv0heVOLQFM/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214021301747208962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFvsv7X2UwI/AAAAAAAAANg/Bv0heVOLQFM/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally the 'closing curtain'.&lt;br /&gt;or splash whatever.&lt;br /&gt;to the right are the miraculously revived couple who i, once again, have no idea as to how they did it in the context of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i've got a greater appreciation for the arts now.&lt;br /&gt;ok so i'm lying.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much still oblivious to the artsy scene.&lt;br /&gt;i just enjoyed the flaming bottle robot and the pyrotechnics.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, everyone has their own way of enjoying the arts right? lOl.&lt;br /&gt;i still have a lot more to update about but its just seriously too late to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll leave that for tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;toodles and good night folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-843372032813367531?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/843372032813367531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=843372032813367531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/843372032813367531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/843372032813367531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-made-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFv2lc7OKeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YHoFD7G7PVM/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-3760853265495018241</id><published>2008-06-18T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:14:59.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tagged by sherry!&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since one of this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually kinda looking forward. lOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules of the Taggy Quiz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A] People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;B] Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;crushed/ devastated, the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. If you found out your lover is a transexual, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;and probably commit suicide if we've had intimate interactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. If you could be at one place right now, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;a frost- covered lake with a pair of skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;forests, camo cream and a whole lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;nope i'm pretty clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;good- natured, beautiful, talkative and preferably tall.&lt;br /&gt;oh and ice skates. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;being loved i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;until someone else is there to love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;give them my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;nope. i'm pretty contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. What do you want most in life?&lt;br /&gt;comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;of course!&lt;br /&gt;well when it comes once in a while. lOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully in a chem lab, generating complex compounds with all the other well- acclaimed chemists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13. Who is the current most important person to you?&lt;br /&gt;assuming them to be a single entity, my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;'VERY indecisive, really blur, thinks weird and differently'&lt;br /&gt;and i guess she's a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;single and rich for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16. If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;a killer whale.&lt;br /&gt;what? i happen to think they're cute. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17. What are one of those things which you would prefer not to do?&lt;br /&gt;booking in this coming monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18. What kind of person do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;a normal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19. What do you define as a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;raining while being out- field, on shell scrape day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20. If you have to choose between love and friendship, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;considering no one has answered this one, i shan't too. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tag!&lt;br /&gt;carolyn.&lt;br /&gt;daphne.&lt;br /&gt;edmund.&lt;br /&gt;jessica.&lt;br /&gt;jia jie.&lt;br /&gt;melvin.&lt;br /&gt;ren kai.&lt;br /&gt;rudi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-3760853265495018241?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/3760853265495018241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=3760853265495018241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3760853265495018241'/><link rel='self' 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be fair, the palm technique my mum taught me to measure the appropriate amount of water that should be in with the rice is entirely unsuited for me.&lt;br /&gt;considering that my palm-to-finger length is actually slightly longer than the pot diameter.&lt;br /&gt;i guess you can look at it as a case of big hands or small pot. lOl&lt;br /&gt;and i'll like to explain myself a bit.&lt;br /&gt;my house just doesn't get that much cooking done.&lt;br /&gt;so there is rarely a case where i'll need to cook rice.&lt;br /&gt;hence accounting for 19 years of rice-less cooking experience.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think that dinner tonight was particularly fulfilling. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently learning how to stop and ice skate backwards by watching youtube.&lt;br /&gt;which seems like an impractical way to learn.&lt;br /&gt;but considering i don't have that many ice skating friends, let alone professional ice skating friends.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll take what i have.&lt;br /&gt;in any case i'm dying to try the techniques out.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i'm missing two things.&lt;br /&gt;1) safety equipment (helmet, knee guards, elbow guards, teeth brace etc)&lt;br /&gt;which had been adviced in some of the videos.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i do have my army helmet.&lt;br /&gt;but that would be, as they say in the army, non- tactical. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;plus wearing grass will look stupid on ice.&lt;br /&gt;and more importantly,&lt;br /&gt;2) ice skating buddies!!&lt;br /&gt;if i am to fall and be laughed at while trying do some stunt.&lt;br /&gt;i would prefer having people i know laughing at me rather than complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;especially if they themselves can skate backwards and hockey stop.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh. someone jio me out to ice skate again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ice skating and ice skating girls~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-9045309316245661481?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/9045309316245661481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=9045309316245661481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/9045309316245661481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/9045309316245661481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-this-might-make-me-look-lil-pampered.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-4067361248139539024</id><published>2008-06-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:24:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFUuEuirEqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xVJQ0VSL8qo/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212122802499031714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SFUuEuirEqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xVJQ0VSL8qo/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE SKATING!&lt;br /&gt;it's awesome to feel the ice again.&lt;br /&gt;the experience was euphoric, just pure happiness.&lt;br /&gt;really, for the few moments on the ice i was just basking in happy ceiling lights. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;and no, its no coincidence that that girl is in the centre of photo.&lt;br /&gt;i think ice skating girls are just sweet. x))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4067361248139539024?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/4067361248139539024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=4067361248139539024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4067361248139539024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4067361248139539024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/06/ice-skating-its-awesome-to-feel-ice.html' 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on to the rank of private.&lt;br /&gt;the parade was great fun and i'm actually glad viper coy was one of the last few companies to board the ferry off tekong.&lt;br /&gt;all that waiting gave us the time to take photos, fool around and simply let loose.&lt;br /&gt;to me, pop felt like the ultimate closure and a symbol of the hard work and endurance we all put in to get to stand on that parade square.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a good 6/ 9 (hopefully) months before i get the chance to return to tekong.&lt;br /&gt;and i might change my mind along the course of my training.&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i wouldn't mind returning there and serving under viper coy x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess you guys already know that pop wasn't the only big thing that happened on 10 june.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty shocking to see the headlines on cna whilst on the ferry that a recruit died.&lt;br /&gt;my first thought was like 'woah, someone died on the day of their pop??'&lt;br /&gt;well apparently he's a new recruit and had only been training for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that was why the helicopter flew by my coy line.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty ashamed to say i was actually excited when i saw it fly that close to us. =X&lt;br /&gt;in any case the next batch of enlistees will probably have it easy.&lt;br /&gt;well as easy as it can still possibly get.&lt;br /&gt;army harshness had already tuned down a ton since the last death case.&lt;br /&gt;and with this, bmtc might turn into a chalet.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, guess it's good news for my brother then. lOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling the urge to ice skate again.&lt;br /&gt;but once again, the same problem of finding company arises.&lt;br /&gt;is ice skating really that bad??&lt;br /&gt;this is something i'm never gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;in any case if there are ice skating- lovers out there.&lt;br /&gt;JIO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;and if you're looking to kayak, mahjong or just plain shop.&lt;br /&gt;ask me out too x)&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm losing momentum to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just end it here.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1136789211290759151?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/1136789211290759151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=1136789211290759151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1136789211290759151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1136789211290759151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/06/pop-loh-ive-been-waiting-for-past-2.html' 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href="http://www.imeem.com/dinhledat/music/lp0fWiNG/bee_gees_how_deep_is_your_love/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another oldy.&lt;br /&gt;this one just came to me as i was marching my 24km route march.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly the morale- raising kinda song but it kept me going for a while.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too shagged to blog too much now.&lt;br /&gt;and having too many things to prepare before i book in again.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll just leave everything to my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;for now, give the song a listen. x)&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4686351294690142154?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/4686351294690142154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm greatly saddened.&lt;br /&gt;my com is basically randomly running crashes every now and again.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently it only does so when i book out. x(&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault i've neglected it!&lt;br /&gt;living a life in tekong hardly leaves enough time to use my hp, let alone my com.&lt;br /&gt;anyways let's hope it'll forgive me long enough to allow me to finish this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i've booked out once again.&lt;br /&gt;but this book out is a fair bit more significant than any other before.&lt;br /&gt;mainly because of two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;one being this probably is my second LAST book out from tekong, BMTC school 2.&lt;br /&gt;implying naturally that bmt is seeing its last days already.&lt;br /&gt;coming close to two months, i've been a recruit for that long.&lt;br /&gt;from dreading army life on mainland.&lt;br /&gt;to dreading army life a lil lesser on tekong.&lt;br /&gt;to dreading army life a whole lot in tekong forests during field camp.&lt;br /&gt;and finally to actually missing army life back here on mainland, singapore.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i might actually miss bmt once i POP.&lt;br /&gt;i've really, heart- felt-ly grown to enjoy the life of a recruit.&lt;br /&gt;bmt has taught me more than just military knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;this period has opened my eyes to a lot of things, things i've never noticed before.&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate everything around more than i've ever did.&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt more fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;its got me through the lowest point of my life thus far, pulled me back up.&lt;br /&gt;and finally assisted me in seeing the light and having the courage to get over my problems.&lt;br /&gt;bmt has trained and toned my body to extents i've never imagined possible.&lt;br /&gt;i now breathe easier, stand taller and run faster.&lt;br /&gt;bmt has tortured me.&lt;br /&gt;bmt has put me through pain and strain.&lt;br /&gt;bmt has pushed me to my very limits.&lt;br /&gt;but when i survive at the end of the day, bmt has made me a stronger man.&lt;br /&gt;bmt has nutured me.&lt;br /&gt;and at the point, some of you might already be choking on your own vomit in twitching embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;and i admit all that came out a lot more philosophical than i had intended.&lt;br /&gt;but the bottomline is, i'm thankful for bmt.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully ocs/ sispec will be equally, if not more, rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i do think every man should serve ns. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and lost in all that mambo jumbo, i've nearly forgotten the other, and more important reason for this significant book out.&lt;br /&gt;and that would be that the book out timing, initially at 1115 today with the rest of viper coy.&lt;br /&gt;had been pushed forward, for about 20 odd people in my coy, to 0730 this morning!&lt;br /&gt;and the reason being..&lt;br /&gt;we've all attained &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for ippt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know it doesn't seem like a big deal as you're looking at it at this point.&lt;br /&gt;but factor in the following and it might look a lot more significant. (well for me at least.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;First&lt;/u&gt; gold ever attained.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i've never gotten gold all my life up till this friday, 8am.&lt;br /&gt;and don't be ashamed to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i find it rather laughable too.&lt;br /&gt;(admittedly, it is easier to laugh at myself since i've gotten gold now. xP)&lt;br /&gt;and with this ippt being the hardest so far.&lt;br /&gt;achieving something i've never achieved before just feels like i've reached out and touched another impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fail, Pass grade for previous two ippts respectively.&lt;br /&gt;and with only two weeks of training from the last ippt to the recent.&lt;br /&gt;transition between two extreme grades should be deserving of mention right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 9min &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;41&lt;/span&gt;secs for 2.4 km run.&lt;br /&gt;and i highlighted the last two digits because i acknowledge the fact that i was merely 4 secs away from not being able to write the stuff i'm blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;but still it's a new pb.&lt;br /&gt;the old being 10.02 (apparently the actual timing differed from my own)&lt;br /&gt;and a 21 secs improvement for a non- runner is commendable no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough with the self- praise.&lt;br /&gt;despite achieving it, i recognise that it isn't an impressive gold.&lt;br /&gt;23 points, and with most of my stations meeting only the minimum requirements.&lt;br /&gt;there is a lot more training to be done.&lt;br /&gt;which command school (if i get in) will undoubtedly provide.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, doubtfully, my own personal training. LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. i had to retype everything up to this point since i accidently deleted it while trying to, ironically, save it in case my com crashed on me, and i would have to then retype it all. =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, my com did crash again, although it's before i started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;it just suddenly flashed the blue screen of death and said a bunch of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;none of which i understood since i'm a computer fool.&lt;br /&gt;i simply scanned through for the word 'reboot' and rebooted.&lt;br /&gt;which seems to work for now.&lt;br /&gt;arghhh i'll be crushed if my com crashes permanently.&lt;br /&gt;having used my brother's com all of last weekend, i've realised no other com in the world will respond to your touch the way your original one will.&lt;br /&gt;no other com will have every icon just where you want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;no other com will have your favourite-d links which you can't be bothered to remember the urls to.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just really attached to my com.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i know how long it'll lag when i open 20 odd tabs all at once.&lt;br /&gt;i know how it'll respond to each webpage i visit.&lt;br /&gt;i know the time it takes for each webpage to load before i can conclude my internet connection is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i know exactly where the usual pop ups (windows msn etc) will appear so i can close them even before they load.&lt;br /&gt;everything is just so personalised.&lt;br /&gt;using anything else will just feel foreign.&lt;br /&gt;anyways if any of you have experienced something like this or know what the fuck is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;tell me asap!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna save my com while its still breathing enough to save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to the official stuff.&lt;br /&gt;after all that dilemma and troubled planning.&lt;br /&gt;i've finally decided and have been reserved a place in NTU Chemistry and Biological Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;i was just so impressed by their talk that i decided on the spot to join ntu.&lt;br /&gt;(i'm choosing to ignore the fact that there's 9 hours of practical by year 3)&lt;br /&gt;while missing nus' open house, choosing rather to go shopping. lOl&lt;br /&gt;let's hope their first gradutating year will prove that i've made a right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo woo!&lt;br /&gt;my blog finally has a passerby!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if its trendy or what but apparently most blogs have anonymous taggers.&lt;br /&gt;and for someone like me who don't really get that many identified taggers to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;getting one now is pretty big news.&lt;br /&gt;this means people outside my social circle are reading my blog!&lt;br /&gt;i-married-my-tys has finally attracted some attention.&lt;br /&gt;now if i can only make up my mind if this is a good thing or that it's time to change over to livejournal. LOL&lt;br /&gt;coz i really hate to be restricted to blogging politically- correct stuff in case they are MPs waiting to charge my ass if i leak anything bout the army.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i've decided i'm not interested in MP anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the reasons, naturally can't be said here, if you know what i mean. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's that.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to do long entries since its tiresome even for me to re-read them.&lt;br /&gt;(i do that to check for grammatical errors, which sometimes still escapes my sight.)&lt;br /&gt;but 5 days worth of thoughts in a single entry can only be compressed so much.&lt;br /&gt;so if its killing you guys to read it.&lt;br /&gt;i suggest you split the entry into 5 parts and read one per day.&lt;br /&gt;then you'll be entertained with fresh entries for every day of the weekdays and still get fresh entries every sat!&lt;br /&gt;woot~!&lt;br /&gt;does this blogger not know how to take care of his viewers? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;well i've picked a song for tmr's entry before i book in again.&lt;br /&gt;so that will probably be all unless anything happens tonight.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-865794505423022683?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/865794505423022683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=865794505423022683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/865794505423022683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/865794505423022683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-greatly-saddened.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-2566686005181846259</id><published>2008-05-25T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:20:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you for answering my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing more i can ask for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-2566686005181846259?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-3998194394870731776</id><published>2008-05-24T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:39:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a song this time.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i couldn't load the imeem homepage.&lt;br /&gt;and the html i got from edmund didn't seem to work either.&lt;br /&gt;oh well lyrics will have to do for now then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay with you in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wannna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time Yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aerosmith- I Don't Want To Close My Eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel oldies are the purest music around.&lt;br /&gt;when singing of love actually meant something and not just silly infatuations.&lt;br /&gt;when singing of longing felt heart shattering and not merely a passing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;it just feels good to drown yourself in the classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to POP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-3998194394870731776?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/3998194394870731776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=3998194394870731776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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starting at the same bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;and i had wanted to attend both to hear what both sides had to say and finally make a sound decision.&lt;br /&gt;i have to attend nus' chem talk since i didn't hear anything about their chem department in their last open house.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't miss ntu's tea party either.&lt;br /&gt;in case they think i'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;plus there's food! xP&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;this uni thing is turning out to be a bigger pain than i had expected.&lt;br /&gt;currently based on what i have seen, i'm leaning very much to ntu.&lt;br /&gt;but there are still people picking nus chem over ntu.&lt;br /&gt;why???&lt;br /&gt;doesn't ntu offer direct honours??&lt;br /&gt;doesn't ntu's teaching system look more promising?&lt;br /&gt;so why are you people still picking nus??&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me please.&lt;br /&gt;coz apparently i can't hear this out from nus or ntu simultaneously for myself.&lt;br /&gt;i swear they did this deliberately.&lt;br /&gt;just to test where our faith lie in.&lt;br /&gt;universities can damn sadistic sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crud.&lt;br /&gt;blogs aren't as private as they were a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;now i can't even say something without fear of offending people.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;fine i shall try to phrase this as short and unoffending as possible.&lt;br /&gt;'if you are here for all the wrong reasons, you should probably stop coming altogether.'&lt;br /&gt;there i've said it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure some of you will know if that line is making any reference to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;in which case if you don't, just stay happily oblivious and carry on with life. x)&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1000820751189298863?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-5429965883768271971</id><published>2008-05-04T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:22:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a day of plenty sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;many happy things have happened but i simply wasn't in the groove to blog then.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll take this last hour to do a bit of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book out periods are always too short.&lt;br /&gt;i'm yet again mere hours away from seeing the ferry terminal.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now at the half way mark.&lt;br /&gt;this quickly and i've been an NS man for a month now.&lt;br /&gt;i think i can see myself enjoying such a life for two years.&lt;br /&gt;although not nearly enough enjoyment that i would decide to sign on.&lt;br /&gt;that's just plain crazy. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;and being in the army for a month.&lt;br /&gt;my greatest accomplishment so far, also the first happy thing of 3 May 08.&lt;br /&gt;attaining &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9.50min&lt;/span&gt; for 2.4 km run!&lt;br /&gt;a once thought unattainable goldly timing.&lt;br /&gt;i am now one of those crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;a full minute and a half off my first ippt run.&lt;br /&gt;sweetness~!&lt;br /&gt;this boy is proud of himself. x)&lt;br /&gt;ok so its not uncommon to have a sub 10 timing.&lt;br /&gt;but give some credit to the guy who'd been lying on his butt for the past 4 months alright.&lt;br /&gt;target now would be under 9.45min and GOLD for the next ippt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second happy thing is only somewhat satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;but it's good news nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;but due to the audience of this blog, it would be insensitive of me to put it here.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm leaving it out.&lt;br /&gt;ask me yourself if you really wanna know. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, the final happy thing of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say this unless i was sure.&lt;br /&gt;and after a couple of days, i'm pretty certain about myself now.&lt;br /&gt;on 3 May 2008.&lt;br /&gt;osborne chan has at long last, completely gotten over ****** ****.&lt;br /&gt;it took a while but something happened that made me see the light more clearly than ever.&lt;br /&gt;and on hind sight, those 5 months i spent moping around seemed like an awful waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;especially when i could have used it to find my talent.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, past passed.&lt;br /&gt;what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?&lt;br /&gt;i'm alive now and i guess i am stronger. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetness~ x)&lt;br /&gt;and its off tekong again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-5429965883768271971?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/5429965883768271971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=5429965883768271971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/5429965883768271971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/5429965883768271971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-was-day-of-plenty-sweetness.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-123666648325779309</id><published>2008-04-27T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:21:07.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a simple home- cooked meal.&lt;br /&gt;i gave manhattan a miss for a simple meal of rice, soup and canned fish.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i don't think i'll ever trade that for any other meal.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a spiritually fulfilling meal.&lt;br /&gt;a mental satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;a meal that surpasses mere taste but travels deep towards the heart.&lt;br /&gt;a meal that provides an embracing motivation that drives me to keep eating.&lt;br /&gt;a meal that makes my world seem like a much happier place then it already is.&lt;br /&gt;alright so all that might be an exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;but i know it isn't when i say this.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i truly do miss home x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that i'm in the last hours of my book out period.&lt;br /&gt;i've been out to play.&lt;br /&gt;having food i'd been fantasizing about in camp.&lt;br /&gt;getting in touch with the world again.&lt;br /&gt;and finally spent two good nights sleeping to my content at home.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm ready to go back to tekong now.&lt;br /&gt;and a song for you guys for the next 5 days till i'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wisXMvXnVf/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wisXMvXnVf/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a loner in love.&lt;br /&gt;i waited throughout my 16 days.&lt;br /&gt;but your msg never came.&lt;br /&gt;i did know better.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i can't help hoping to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be thinking of you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be missing you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't still have have feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow its all still there.&lt;br /&gt;and it wouldn't go away.&lt;br /&gt;everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i go.&lt;br /&gt;i see you in them.&lt;br /&gt;i glance upon my reflection on the train doors.&lt;br /&gt;and i would try to recreate the mirage of your figure.&lt;br /&gt;standing close to my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;eyes beautiful and soft.&lt;br /&gt;smile sweet and warm.&lt;br /&gt;and then i blink.&lt;br /&gt;and i see myself.&lt;br /&gt;a loner in love.&lt;br /&gt;a loner lost so hopelessly in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the last 23th in camp.&lt;br /&gt;that being the sixth one already.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow for each 23th that passes.&lt;br /&gt;the pain just becomes more intense.&lt;br /&gt;for that one day each month.&lt;br /&gt;i'll remember more clearly than i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;the devastation within when those words came over phone.&lt;br /&gt;the helplessness to stop it from happening.&lt;br /&gt;the futility of anything i say to convince you take those words back.&lt;br /&gt;for once every month.&lt;br /&gt;i would remember so vividly.&lt;br /&gt;its nauseating.&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;for once every month.&lt;br /&gt;i would remember so vividly.&lt;br /&gt;why i loved you so.&lt;br /&gt;why despite having been so long.&lt;br /&gt;i would still cry myself to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;for once every month.&lt;br /&gt;i would relive the pain of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;and i would relive the joy of ever having you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the next 23th then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-123666648325779309?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-4624757026333423307</id><published>2008-04-25T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:20:19.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[EDITTED]&lt;br /&gt;i've editted the contents of my post after looking back at ming's and jj's blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;both of which mentioned NOTHING about army.&lt;br /&gt;which got me kinda worried about my own (excessive in comparison) army entry.&lt;br /&gt;so i've taken out all army details except hair shaving, oath taking and that we have a bunk.&lt;br /&gt;(and a possibly ghost.)&lt;br /&gt;which will hopefully be insufficient to get me charged. =X&lt;br /&gt;anyone who thinks i'm still saying too much PLEASE let me know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too young to be convicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SBHYc4VB1tI/AAAAAAAAANA/JEOuMyGlvY0/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193169836003415762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SBHYc4VB1tI/AAAAAAAAANA/JEOuMyGlvY0/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOK OUT!&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;well this one is official.&lt;br /&gt;1545 fast craft off the island.&lt;br /&gt;i think we were the first off tekong.&lt;br /&gt;whisky is still in camp till tmr 1100.&lt;br /&gt;i'd already went over to rub it in james and edmund's faces the night before. xP&lt;br /&gt;but it's fair ok.&lt;br /&gt;they enlisted a day later than me.&lt;br /&gt;orion being the most sway since they enlisted on the same day as me but only got to leave tonight at 1915.&lt;br /&gt;alright then.&lt;br /&gt;my close-to-17-days confinement in BMTC tekong.&lt;br /&gt;if not for the early book out today and my even earlier book out for interview.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not supposed to say anything about the on goings in the army.&lt;br /&gt;the rationale from my CSM being..&lt;br /&gt;'you don't need to tell your father and elder brothers, coz they've been through it.&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to tell your younger brothers, coz they'll be going through it.&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to tell your male friends, coz they're going through it.&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to tell your mother, girlfriend or female friends, coz they'll never go through it.'&lt;br /&gt;lOl. i think the last line's the real kicker.&lt;br /&gt;also because they can charge me if i reveal anything. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just go over the shallowest and least-possible-risk-of-getting-my-ass-charged portions of army life so far.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in Viper Coy Platoon 3 Section 1.&lt;br /&gt;(now guys in school 2 will know where to find me at night.)&lt;br /&gt;first day in was kinda stressful.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know what to expect and before i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;i'd taken the oath and was officially a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;and yet again before i was aware.&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting in line with a 100 other males to get shaved.&lt;br /&gt;5 straight strokes across my scalp.&lt;br /&gt;a little trimming and i look exactly like everyone else around me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gotta go as far out as to say i look good semi- bald.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm liking my hair (or hairless?) style now.&lt;br /&gt;mostly because it'll be a real mess to wear the helmet with thick hair.&lt;br /&gt;bleedingly warm during training.&lt;br /&gt;and given only a limited amount of personal time each night, long hair dries too slowly.&lt;br /&gt;my hair now dries completely during the time it takes for me to walk out of the bathroom back to my bunk. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;then it's training training training.&lt;br /&gt;so far it's all good i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just having problems with muscle recovery.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the schedule, they don't leave much time for that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting yoko yoko for that.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've been lucky for a few times already.&lt;br /&gt;if there's a rain deity above tekong, he answers prayers fast.&lt;br /&gt;thunderstorm always seem to come right before training commences.&lt;br /&gt;not while we fall in.&lt;br /&gt;not while we warm up.&lt;br /&gt;not while we form up in rows.&lt;br /&gt;but EXACTLY when the pti shouts for us start with training. lOl&lt;br /&gt;discipline-wise my company as a whole is pretty down with that.&lt;br /&gt;they say they'll up the discipline after we're back from confinement. O_O!!&lt;br /&gt;other than that there's really nothing much more to army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping there is no big issue.&lt;br /&gt;other than the first and last nights in camp.&lt;br /&gt;shagging out after training helped solve any insomia i might have had.&lt;br /&gt;i literally knock out once i hit the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;uninterrupted till dawn.&lt;br /&gt;problems for the first night was because the bed was freaking stiff and hard.&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't used to sleeping at 2230.&lt;br /&gt;i was more of a 0200 person before. lOl&lt;br /&gt;and the last night because we were talking bout the likely presence of a spirit in our bunk.&lt;br /&gt;hear this out.&lt;br /&gt;for the first couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;my bunkmate had found 3 cm long finger nails in his cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't think too much of it back then and simply threw them away.&lt;br /&gt;but during the first standby bed, which is an inspection for bunk cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;we found yet another long finger nail, this being the 4th so far then.&lt;br /&gt;we were kinda grossed out but yet again didn't think too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;but on our SECOND standby bed, we found the FIFTH.&lt;br /&gt;this time we were spooked.&lt;br /&gt;i mean we cleaned our bunk out during the first standby bed already.&lt;br /&gt;so how was this 3 cm long nail spawning inside other people's cupboards??&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, discussion into that left us all a lil uncomfortable last night.&lt;br /&gt;hence leading to my waking every couple hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i've found a smallest, tiniest but still significant enough bit of passion for running.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy agr more than any other training.&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe after med ball mainly coz its damn fun. xP&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not gonna declare anything yet in case it's simply infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;the next few weeks back in camp should clarify this matter.&lt;br /&gt;goal for bmt is GOLD with 9.44min timing for bmt.&lt;br /&gt;then awarded with an additional 200 bucks which will cover my SAFRA membership fee nicely.&lt;br /&gt;train train TRAIN!! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. enough bout the army for now.&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't got enough you may proceed to any other guys' blogs once they're booked out.&lt;br /&gt;which is tomorrow for james and edmund.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha! =X&lt;br /&gt;on to good news!&lt;br /&gt;my interview with ntu proved to be a success.&lt;br /&gt;coz i just received my letter of ACCEPTANCE to NTU CHEMISTRY &amp;amp; BIOLOGICAL CHEMISTRY!!&lt;br /&gt;woot woot~!!&lt;br /&gt;cheers baby!!&lt;br /&gt;is today not a great day or what??&lt;br /&gt;i get to book out early, take good food and get accepted into my choice of course.&lt;br /&gt;SWEEEEEETNESS~!&lt;br /&gt;and now all that's left is to wait for nus' reply.&lt;br /&gt;i'm already pretty set bout going to ntu already.&lt;br /&gt;and chances are if nus accepts me i would still pick ntu.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall be a bastard and hog onto the place in ntu while i camp for nus' reply.&lt;br /&gt;just to see if they would. =X&lt;br /&gt;lOl. kidding kidding.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm gonna do a last comparison between both (assuming i get a reply from nus of course) unis.&lt;br /&gt;just to make sure i don't decide anything on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;(if you know what i'm trying to get at. =X)&lt;br /&gt;so people we've got a similar letter to ntu chem and bchem.&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;and that's all folks. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4624757026333423307?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/4624757026333423307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=4624757026333423307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4624757026333423307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4624757026333423307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/04/book-out-again-well-this-one-is.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dd42Zfp6IIM/SBHYc4VB1tI/AAAAAAAAANA/JEOuMyGlvY0/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-1744029192373041762</id><published>2008-04-18T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:10:30.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>allow me to sing you guys a song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS MY BOOK OUT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;BOOK OUT! BOOK OUT!&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS MY BOOK OUT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;OH BOOK OUT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;OH BOOK OUT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;OH BOOK OUT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS MY BOOK OUT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;OH BOOK OUT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;HEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;yes yes! me is one of the first BMT guys to book out!&lt;br /&gt;because of ntu's timely call for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU NTU!!&lt;br /&gt;i mean i've always leaned towards ntu chem.&lt;br /&gt;and after their much desired salvation.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is I LOVE NTU CHEM~!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i am damn high now.&lt;br /&gt;i just feels DAMN good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;my bed's softer than ever.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's fussing over me, offering to do things for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm once again feeling the warm keys and sweet sound of a cpu hum.&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly i feel in touch with the world again.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a soothing sense of euphoria. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;anyway if you guys are looking for an army play-by-play review.&lt;br /&gt;you're looking at the wrong blog.&lt;br /&gt;i may be high but my body's slowing shutting down already.&lt;br /&gt;this blog post is basically to bookmark my early book out before everyone else. xP&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna leave the army review after my official first book out on the 25th.&lt;br /&gt;so wait for that people. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this while.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly ever thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;but on nights that i do.&lt;br /&gt;i would stare into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;whisper your name to the sea breeze.&lt;br /&gt;and pray that it'll bring my message to you.&lt;br /&gt;'good night. sweet dreams.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1744029192373041762?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-5040729098414926715</id><published>2008-04-08T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:12:47.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost control tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i lost control and i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a few more hours before i enlist now.&lt;br /&gt;as hopeless as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still holding on to my last wish.&lt;br /&gt;my last, simple wish.&lt;br /&gt;if there truly is someone up above.&lt;br /&gt;i pray you will grant me this much at least.&lt;br /&gt;till tomorrow 11am i shall wait.&lt;br /&gt;till tomorrow 11am i shall wait, in hopes of you to fulfill my wish.&lt;br /&gt;till tomorrow 11am.&lt;br /&gt;i shall wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally i leave you guys with a song.&lt;br /&gt;something to listen to when you visit here in my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZYqNjO8AAj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZYqNjO8AAj/aus=false/" height="110" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that i wanna be there with open arms&lt;br /&gt;It's empty tonight and i'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get me through this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice i'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you run to so far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing again these letters to you not much, I know&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not sleeping and you're not here&lt;br /&gt;The thought stops my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice i'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you run to so far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more looking i've found home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so [x4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone away&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hardly find songs that repeat what you feel inside so many times anymore.&lt;br /&gt;10 times too if i highlighted right. x)&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i'm gone away.&lt;br /&gt;to tekong!&lt;br /&gt;toodles for a long time folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-5040729098414926715?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-205927212923329791</id><published>2008-04-07T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:26:42.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i'm a little less than 2 days away from enlistment.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't got around to packing my bag yet.&lt;br /&gt;mainly because i keep feeling there's something i haven't got from army market or where not.&lt;br /&gt;also because my bag seems too empty to be equipped for a 16 days confinement.&lt;br /&gt;then again, bringing EVERYTHING wouldn't seem sufficent for 2 weeks in tekong. lOl&lt;br /&gt;i think its gonna take a while before i'll get used to army life.&lt;br /&gt;i've been stuck at home for most parts of 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a real change to see nothing but forests outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;and having the most advance piece of tech being the tank outside your bunk which i won't be able to drive.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it won't come to that. (laugh if you know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i'm psychologically prepared at least.&lt;br /&gt;i'm cool bout parting with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to it at that.&lt;br /&gt;i've been overseas for longer periods than 16 days.&lt;br /&gt;so homesickness shouldn't strike me too badly.&lt;br /&gt;i've been through a small taste of army training already.&lt;br /&gt;so at least there won't be cultural shocks.&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i'm still pretty neutral bout going into army.&lt;br /&gt;i might curse and swear once i'm inside i don't know but for now.&lt;br /&gt;blank state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;i shall ignore thoughts of army life until i'm living it 2 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as well wishes go.&lt;br /&gt;i've probably got it all.&lt;br /&gt;mum took leave from work to cook a meal.&lt;br /&gt;father tried another one of his recipes for soup.&lt;br /&gt;high expense dining with 0622 peeps.&lt;br /&gt;i've probably ate it all.&lt;br /&gt;chinese have a saying bout being well- fed before departing for after life right?&lt;br /&gt;*CHOY CHOY AND CHOY* lOl.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess all's set then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that's left.&lt;br /&gt;i guess is you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;i probably won't ever know how you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if there's anything else i can say.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you care.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it'll matter.&lt;br /&gt;but please.&lt;br /&gt;take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;just take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are 2 days for my last wish to fulfill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after that, i guess it won't matter anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-205927212923329791?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/205927212923329791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=205927212923329791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/205927212923329791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/205927212923329791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-im-little-less-than-2-days-away.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-8480998409978595293</id><published>2008-04-03T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:42:43.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as of this moment, its 00.57 of april 4th.&lt;br /&gt;so i twicked the timing of this post a lil for more accurate recollections if i was to revisit this post in the future again.&lt;br /&gt;tonight was 0622's somewhat-not-really-never-intended-but-turned-out-to-be class dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty surprised that there was a turn up of 12 people.&lt;br /&gt;we dined at manhattan fish market, one of the places we've never been into and wanted to try in case of any mishaps in the army.&lt;br /&gt;no one wants to die with regrets right? LOl =X&lt;br /&gt;and if anyone tells you its the same as fish and co.&lt;br /&gt;please slap them and stuff their faces in a flaming platter for one.&lt;br /&gt;coz the food was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;i thought their ginger rice was really good.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately their grilled platter for one was pretty short- lived.&lt;br /&gt;but all good things must come to an end right? lOl.&lt;br /&gt;i can't say much for their prawns though, since i'm not really a shell fish person.&lt;br /&gt;mostly because i hate having to deal with their shells.&lt;br /&gt;but according to others, the melted cheese over the prawn's flesh was killer.&lt;br /&gt;well ok, so i don't think too highly of their sotongs either.&lt;br /&gt;probably because calamaris were set beside me and personally, calamaris tend to out- taste mere sotongs.&lt;br /&gt;and the best part of their meal.&lt;br /&gt;right before they serve you your flaming platter for one.&lt;br /&gt;they FLAME it.&lt;br /&gt;(there's no false advertising there)&lt;br /&gt;literally, a flame torch over your entire plate.&lt;br /&gt;melting the layer of cheese over your fish, prawns and ginger rice.&lt;br /&gt;leaving a slight hint of charred smell in the air. wOw~&lt;br /&gt;and its somehow inappropriate for me to say this, considering i didn't take that dish. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;anyways it was down to carrefour for alcohol after that.&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty tempted to get 'stella artois'.&lt;br /&gt;for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't fancy mono- tasting alochol much so went back to my first alcohol, barcadi brezzer.&lt;br /&gt;it won't get me drunk but i'll be lying if i said i wasn't a lil high afterwards. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;yesh i am damn weak a drinker. =X&lt;br /&gt;so we brought our drinks over to an open area called 'blue stars'. (again with the stars)&lt;br /&gt;mainly because there were blue spotlights on the floor that reflect onto a black ceiling to look like stars.&lt;br /&gt;so we sat around a bit and decided to play the classic, truth or DEATH!&lt;br /&gt;speak the truth or die.&lt;br /&gt;your choice. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;ok so its not a classic but hey, it gets the dirt outta people. xP&lt;br /&gt;and i might be a sadist for saying this but its tremendously thrilling to be let in on a secret.&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't love a good secret?&lt;br /&gt;so it's a little insensitive to be saying all this.&lt;br /&gt;but hey at least i'm honest about it. =X&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, those things will still remain a secret.&lt;br /&gt;i just enjoy listening to them, not spreading them around.&lt;br /&gt;(unlike a certain someone... laugh here if you understand. LOl)&lt;br /&gt;yeah so we had a few good laughs.&lt;br /&gt;and an all round enjoyable time there at the blue stars.&lt;br /&gt;i think its cool that we can all sit down and crap about everything and then laugh together about it.&lt;br /&gt;in any case i had an awesome time and hopefully we'll get to do it again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;preferably before i go into army.&lt;br /&gt;which at last count is in 5 days. (OMG!!)&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-8480998409978595293?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/8480998409978595293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=8480998409978595293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/8480998409978595293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/8480998409978595293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-of-this-moment-its-00.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-2883801904776380862</id><published>2008-04-02T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:46:11.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been going through a lot of my old entries.&lt;br /&gt;it ain't my first time doing so and if i'm not wrong, i also blog bout it too.&lt;br /&gt;in which case, i'm still pretty embarrassed by some of the things i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;some of them were really really.. lame.&lt;br /&gt;they're the kind of remarks that would get a huge -_____- outta me if i heard it from others.&lt;br /&gt;well at least its good to know i don't talk like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;anyways its nice to look back at some of things i used to ponder over, worry about.&lt;br /&gt;things that used to revolve around me, most of which don't any longer.&lt;br /&gt;there was school, obviously a big part of life then.&lt;br /&gt;obsessive sighting for girls. =X&lt;br /&gt;there were emo posts that i can't recall why and for whom they were for.&lt;br /&gt;nonsensical sounds and roars which probably meant i was pretty vexed then.&lt;br /&gt;and of course secret crushes i used to nurse, which i still somehow remember.&lt;br /&gt;and thankfully known to only the closest of friends.&lt;br /&gt;well all in all.&lt;br /&gt;i was a heck lot happier and cheerful as compared to now.&lt;br /&gt;i mean nonsensical roaring aside, at least i was smiling for most parts you know?&lt;br /&gt;now my blog's kinda..&lt;br /&gt;well lets just say its a dark, grey spot in the blogsphere.&lt;br /&gt;and it'll probably remain that way each day that i can't get over you.&lt;br /&gt;its been forever already.&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i'm still unable to let you go?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there i go again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just stop i guess.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-2883801904776380862?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/2883801904776380862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=2883801904776380862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2883801904776380862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2883801904776380862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-going-through-lot-of-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-3137643669257670948</id><published>2008-03-31T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:30:15.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tonight i dreamt of you again.&lt;br /&gt;to gaze upon your face, i'll never look away.&lt;br /&gt;to listen to your voice, i hear nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;to feel your presence, i am truly alive.&lt;br /&gt;but none of that brings any lasting comfort.&lt;br /&gt;for even in a fantasy world of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't have you back.&lt;br /&gt;even in a realm of infinite possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;and so i awake in the real world once again.&lt;br /&gt;more alone than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;against everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still want to believe in my last wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-3137643669257670948?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/3137643669257670948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=3137643669257670948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3137643669257670948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3137643669257670948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/03/tonight-i-dreamt-of-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-1637320575810814193</id><published>2008-03-30T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T02:38:01.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man it takes one of these late night snacks to remind me once again,&lt;br /&gt;how awful fast food can make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;queasy, fat and oh so bloated.&lt;br /&gt;that's the last time i act on stomach impulse.&lt;br /&gt;i'm brushing my teeth early from now on.&lt;br /&gt;so my reluctance to re- brush might deter me from responding to cries for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we're now on the eve of most, if not all, uni admission deadline.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty set on ntu chem but to be perfectly honest, i didn't really give it much thought.&lt;br /&gt;didn't think bout career opportunties.&lt;br /&gt;didn't think bout future prospects.&lt;br /&gt;didn't think of EXTENSIVE lab work. (ok maybe i did but i chose to ignore xP)&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much just listed everything i felt i could do.&lt;br /&gt;i mean you wanna enter a course you know you can do well in right?&lt;br /&gt;so it is really only chemistry. (hence the need for talent self- discovery)&lt;br /&gt;and so that's that.&lt;br /&gt;it's probably too late and most definitely too much trouble to change my choices now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;hey who knows?&lt;br /&gt;i might not even be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;in which case i'll be so screwed since most of my other choices are engine courses. (WTFAGE PHYSICS??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the eve of admission deadline mere hours away.&lt;br /&gt;so is most scholarship application deadline.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't bother to apply for any.&lt;br /&gt;which has got me a lil worried actually.&lt;br /&gt;i mean everyone's talking bout what a bomb uni tuition fees are gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;which i don't doubt for one moment.&lt;br /&gt;but i reasoned that with only 2As (compare that with 7 for greater effect)&lt;br /&gt;and no cca achievements to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;or other non- academic talents. (serious need for talent self- discovery once again)&lt;br /&gt;it really doesn't put forth a good portfolio you know?&lt;br /&gt;well the real reason is that i was to lazy to write an essay selling myself but my reasons above are legit too.&lt;br /&gt;in any case my plan is to save everything in my two years from army.&lt;br /&gt;which will hopefully be enough to cover my first year at least.&lt;br /&gt;and then chiong my ass off during that time to be offered a uni scholarship in my second year.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a good plan but of course, i'm assuming ideality.&lt;br /&gt;i'll worry it about when shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overheard my parents discussing bout my brother and i.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently i'm the responsible and diligent sibling. (WOW!)&lt;br /&gt;they seem to have this delusion that i actually study and plan for my future.&lt;br /&gt;despite me showing them nothing but hour after hour of wahjong.&lt;br /&gt;well who am i burst their bubble?&lt;br /&gt;especially it means getting away with another hour of wahjong. x)&lt;br /&gt;but to be honest, it does feel good to know your parents acknowledge your work and effort and are proud of you for that.&lt;br /&gt;even if the work was kinda last minute and involve a 300-dollars-per-month private tutor. xP&lt;br /&gt;well thanks pa and mum. x)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had just been asked why the ping pong song is named as such.&lt;br /&gt;well its simply because the initial part of song is actually the bounce of a ping pong ball.&lt;br /&gt;bet some of you didn't know that eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you know what it feels like,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving someone that's in a rush to throw you away?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;but lets end it at that.&lt;br /&gt;i seldom do non- emo entries anymore so lets stop before this gets any more depressing.&lt;br /&gt;and to those who prefer my emo (and poetic?) entries&lt;br /&gt;well you can be sure they won't be too far off. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;which really isn't a good thing now that i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;well toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1637320575810814193?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/1637320575810814193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=1637320575810814193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1637320575810814193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1637320575810814193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-it-takes-one-of-these-late-night.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-5901978265629735942</id><published>2008-03-28T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:31:37.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it doesn't take any reason to love.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently there's a million to not love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-5901978265629735942?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/5901978265629735942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=5901978265629735942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/5901978265629735942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/5901978265629735942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-doesnt-take-any-reason-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-4403332017429378621</id><published>2008-03-27T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:14:18.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even my last wish will be unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;guess there really is nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps, there wasn't anything to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4403332017429378621?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/4403332017429378621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>because amongst everything you've given me.&lt;br /&gt;you've given me the gift of tears.&lt;br /&gt;something i thought i never had.&lt;br /&gt;something, i discovered in you.&lt;br /&gt;and with this discovery, i realise another.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i could feel for someone..&lt;br /&gt;the way i feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the 4th month.&lt;br /&gt;how many more before i can truly let you go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-5068404373758550633?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/5068404373758550633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=5068404373758550633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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know our time is over.&lt;br /&gt;and it's because i know that makes me a greater idiot for missing you still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love her, let her go huh?&lt;br /&gt;i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;what else is there to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1915456644408892601?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/1915456644408892601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=1915456644408892601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1915456644408892601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1915456644408892601'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>if this is your happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;then live happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-2424444755265520402?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/2424444755265520402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=2424444755265520402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2424444755265520402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2424444755265520402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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stew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was lying insignificantly at the base of the bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you can imagine my astonishment when i finally got to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and before you guys jump to any conclusions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't bite or do anything dilberate to make it the shape you see now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it didn't even touch my lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well until i took a photo and ate it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's moments like these that i'm grateful to my 3.2mpx camera. lOl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was it coincidence that at that time, i was missing you so bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could this be any sort of sign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for every waking moment of everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would miss you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1752277055639753912?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/1752277055639753912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=1752277055639753912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1752277055639753912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1752277055639753912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/03/piece-of-meat-i-found-in-my-stew.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dd42Zfp6IIM/R9laBn6GANI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Go8wc8_Hru4/s72-c/12032008211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-47693387742337953</id><published>2008-03-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:46:37.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even in a game.&lt;br /&gt;i had to meet someone named 'starstellar'&lt;br /&gt;even in a game.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't run away from how much i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;and it just hurts that much more.&lt;br /&gt;knowing that i will never be able to do more than merely missing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-47693387742337953?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/47693387742337953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=47693387742337953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/47693387742337953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/47693387742337953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/03/even-in-game.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-7699146271904913499</id><published>2008-03-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:15:32.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i think online viruses/ ads are smarter than i give them credit for.&lt;br /&gt;i mean apart from lagging everything down to a sloth crawl.&lt;br /&gt;corrupting every file within the hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;endlessly flashing pop ups across the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, destroying your desktop.&lt;br /&gt;they seem to have evolved to such an extent whereby they can now agitate you in ways beyond mere irritation.&lt;br /&gt;here's what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;now we all know online viruses spread across the globe in numerous ways.&lt;br /&gt;by attaching themselves to files, bidding for the moment you click and download them.&lt;br /&gt;through conversational systems, eg. msn.&lt;br /&gt;so we all know that.&lt;br /&gt;now we also know that i'm DYING-LY DESPERATE for miss S to talk to me again.&lt;br /&gt;so you can understand why my heart was hopping about the keyboard when miss S' msn conversation window popped up.&lt;br /&gt;bracing myself, in trembling anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;i clicked and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;'bonus :p ww.freebonusd.com'&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;damn these online ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. DO NOT click on that link.&lt;br /&gt;i am not about to give it the pleasure of corrupting another desktop.&lt;br /&gt;(i spelt it one w short.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-7699146271904913499?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/7699146271904913499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=7699146271904913499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/7699146271904913499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/7699146271904913499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-i-think-online-viruses-ads.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-9194635251324726831</id><published>2008-03-09T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:46:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ice skating and ajisan.&lt;br /&gt;all the joys of life in a single day.&lt;br /&gt;i am a happy boy. x)&lt;br /&gt;and i've finally found peeps that will go ice skating with me again!&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone else did not wish to skate again after their first.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;ice skating's a great sport. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm so torn over my uni application.&lt;br /&gt;you get 5 choices per uni application right?&lt;br /&gt;so here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;i have no interest/ ability to do anything else other than chem.&lt;br /&gt;which means choices 2- 5 are currently blank.&lt;br /&gt;and as much as some might say my grades will get me into chem course.&lt;br /&gt;murphy's law still stands as well.&lt;br /&gt;shit can happen and i might end up course- less if they decide to reject me from chem.&lt;br /&gt;plus they might think i'm being overly- arrogant/ cocky if i only submit application for one course, thinking i'm bound to get into chem.&lt;br /&gt;so problem one lies here,&lt;br /&gt;deciding on courses i will survive in if shit does happen and i don't get chem.&lt;br /&gt;here's the dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;any course after chem that i apply to, i know i won't like.&lt;br /&gt;considering hardly any of them deal with much chem.&lt;br /&gt;so if i WAS to end up there.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be miserable for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;and to make matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;i'm deciding to apply to for 2 engineering courses (out of desperation).&lt;br /&gt;which involve PHYSICS.&lt;br /&gt;which i SWORE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to touch again.&lt;br /&gt;so that's problem two.&lt;br /&gt;being unhappy with any other choice accept the first.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm in a real fix now.&lt;br /&gt;whether i apply to 5 or simply 1, there'll be crap to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;nuts. i hate being mono- talented.&lt;br /&gt;and mono- interested. lOl&lt;br /&gt;well think i'll just apply for 5 anyways.&lt;br /&gt;deciding a course i'm not happy with myself is better than allowing ntu to choose a course i won't be happy with either.&lt;br /&gt;unless of course ntu chooses chem.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;cmon ntu!&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry &amp;amp; Biological Chemistry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-9194635251324726831?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/9194635251324726831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=9194635251324726831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/9194635251324726831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/9194635251324726831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/03/ice-skating-and-ajisan.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-6337225936450026911</id><published>2008-03-09T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:44:29.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A's release.&lt;br /&gt;i was a heck lot calmer as compared to O's release.&lt;br /&gt;guess 4 months of staying at home can really numb certain emotions.&lt;br /&gt;well any anticipation kinda died and buried itself after i wasn't called up for 3 As.&lt;br /&gt;and looking at 28% distinction for chem didn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;but all was cool after mrs lim greeted me with 'congratulations osborne, well done.'&lt;br /&gt;i must say i did about as good as my abilities would have allowed.&lt;br /&gt;and i probably exhausted any luck that i had on me that day as well.&lt;br /&gt;so my full A level cert stands as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1 General Paper: B&lt;br /&gt;H1 Economics: B&lt;br /&gt;H2 Mathematics: A&lt;br /&gt;H2 Physics: B&lt;br /&gt;H2 Chemistry: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1 Project Work: B&lt;br /&gt;H1 Chinese Lang: B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm real glad i finally got my A in chem.&lt;br /&gt;something i've always smelled for so long over the two years but never got to hold.&lt;br /&gt;did not let down miss sim and my chem tuition tutor.&lt;br /&gt;getting A for maths was a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;then again so did more than 1/2 the cohort so lets not say too much.&lt;br /&gt;physics was a simple equation of last minute chionging + 8 weeks of last- last minute private tuition + tons of luck + prayers on top of prayers.&lt;br /&gt;all of which equates to a B, which is about as good as i could have hope for.&lt;br /&gt;econs was the real shocker.&lt;br /&gt;apparently there's some truth to the theory that the more you slept/ slack off during tutorials, the better your grades would be.&lt;br /&gt;CASE: a certain j- boy.&lt;br /&gt;damn it man.&lt;br /&gt;if i knew i wouldn't have tried staying awake. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;but still, thank goodness for moderation.&lt;br /&gt;gp was alright i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;it is afterall the best grade i've got in my two years.&lt;br /&gt;so i can't complain really.&lt;br /&gt;choosing to do the same essay topic for As as my first essay topic in ny was a good move.&lt;br /&gt;well all in all.&lt;br /&gt;it isn't a great cert to have but with any luck, it'll get me into where i want to go.&lt;br /&gt;at least i did justice to myself and my mum's purse.&lt;br /&gt;paying all that money to external tutors did not go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;my parents are pretty ok bout it too.&lt;br /&gt;which is a feat in itself really when you've got a younger sibling who just recently brought back 8 distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;and with that, chapter of student life officially closes.&lt;br /&gt;from here on out, it'll be forest, mud and sweat for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, fume cupboards, test tube and benzoic acid for the subsequent 4.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, if anyone is going for NTU CHEM &amp;amp; BIOCHEM.&lt;br /&gt;pls let me know yeah?&lt;br /&gt;well toodles folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. apparently no one noticed the hidden content in my last post.&lt;br /&gt;which means she probably wouldn't either.&lt;br /&gt;if she reads my blog at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6337225936450026911?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/6337225936450026911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=6337225936450026911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i'll miss you always.&lt;br /&gt;love, i'm not fit to claim.&lt;br /&gt;apart, we might forever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i stole you away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now you're returned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm imprisoned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1817163009775063?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/1817163009775063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=1817163009775063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1817163009775063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-4825620061668772649</id><published>2008-03-04T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:11:24.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i may not be able to choose for you to love me.&lt;br /&gt;but i can, choose for me to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how i'd refused to say bye to you?&lt;br /&gt;how i never did find a word to replace it?&lt;br /&gt;i've found it now.&lt;br /&gt;'see you'&lt;br /&gt;why hadn't it occurred to me before?&lt;br /&gt;because that's about the hardest thing for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;simply to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4825620061668772649?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-4951543725398478579</id><published>2008-03-03T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:58:49.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's difficult to act.&lt;br /&gt;when the heart misses you so.&lt;br /&gt;while the head knows to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i am not depressed.&lt;br /&gt;i just like playing mahjong a lot. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4951543725398478579?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/4951543725398478579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>[EDITTED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm cheating on this entry.&lt;br /&gt;if you've read my blog last night, you would know everything other than 'happy leap year!' wasn't originally there.&lt;br /&gt;everything you're reading now is added on 1 March 08 12:56.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted so badly to blog on leap year.&lt;br /&gt;it happening once every 4 years and all.&lt;br /&gt;but i was so caught up with mahjong last night that it wasn't until 23:58 that i realised i had to blog.&lt;br /&gt;and as murphy would have it, blogger was lagging on me.&lt;br /&gt;(looks like i'm not the only last-minute-leap-year-blogger. LOl)&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda cheated a lil. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of luck.&lt;br /&gt;LEAP YEAR IS A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAD DAY&lt;/span&gt; FOR MAHJONG!&lt;br /&gt;for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;nobody else seemed to face the same problems i did.&lt;br /&gt;which are as follows..&lt;br /&gt;want to pong, nobody throw out let me pong.&lt;br /&gt;want to chi, nobody throw out let me chi.&lt;br /&gt;want to chi, other people pong away.&lt;br /&gt;want to hu, other people hu first.&lt;br /&gt;want to zhi mo, other people zhi mo first.&lt;br /&gt;throw what come what.&lt;br /&gt;keep what don't come what.&lt;br /&gt;don't want flower come flower.&lt;br /&gt;want flower don't come flower.&lt;br /&gt;whole night everybody zhi mo.&lt;br /&gt;lose money until pants drop.&lt;br /&gt;it's truly the ultimate in mahjong- swayness.&lt;br /&gt;that's the kind of thing that can get a guy to hate mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i lost a 100 odd times in just that one day.&lt;br /&gt;played a full 4 wind rounds with loyi, yw and edmund.&lt;br /&gt;i won once.&lt;br /&gt;which was 1 tai nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;which brings the total number of wins for that day to bout 4.&lt;br /&gt;4/100 = 4%&lt;br /&gt;and that totally threw my ranking off.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now 'UNRANKED'.&lt;br /&gt;terrible man.&lt;br /&gt;and to think my profile name is PONGmaster.&lt;br /&gt;i'm ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;this boy does not give up mahjong that easily.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i must have exhausted all the swayness that i possibly possessed last night.&lt;br /&gt;and all that's left must be WANG QI right??&lt;br /&gt;wOoo you have no idea how much qi i have man.&lt;br /&gt;check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/R8jmvZ4SIZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-H5zwAddxQM/s1600-h/wahjong+11+tai+II+(1).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172637874110210450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/R8jmvZ4SIZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-H5zwAddxQM/s400/wahjong+11+tai+II+(1).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Pong- x3&lt;br /&gt;Mixed Suit- x3&lt;br /&gt;Pong of Dragon- x1&lt;br /&gt;Chance Round- x1&lt;br /&gt;Chance Wind- x1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Self Draw- x1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal- x1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 consecutive gangs.&lt;br /&gt;one after the other and zhi mo xi feng before the round was over.&lt;br /&gt;200 plus gold from everyone, recuperating all losses from last night.&lt;br /&gt;sweEEeeeetness~&lt;br /&gt;and allow me to quote daylightz (the player opposite me).&lt;br /&gt;'WTFFFFF'&lt;br /&gt;and indeed it was. lOl&lt;br /&gt;the PONGmaster is back! x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;happy leap year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which really isn't true, all things considered.&lt;br /&gt;but it sure was a happy POST- leap year! lOl.&lt;br /&gt;toodles folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i gonna remember to avoid mahjong the next 4th year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-938011951884201605?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/938011951884201605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=938011951884201605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/938011951884201605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/938011951884201605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-leap-year.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/R8jmvZ4SIZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-H5zwAddxQM/s72-c/wahjong+11+tai+II+(1).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-6094773796595423547</id><published>2008-02-27T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:35:57.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;不在乎天长地久，&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;只在乎曾经拥有。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you once wrote you believed only half of this to be true.&lt;br /&gt;read at two different times.&lt;br /&gt;read under two different circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, the half i felt you once believed in.&lt;br /&gt;is no longer the half you believe in now.&lt;br /&gt;if you believe in either at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6094773796595423547?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/6094773796595423547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=6094773796595423547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/6094773796595423547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/6094773796595423547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-once-wrote-you-believed-only-half.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-4081309870096410102</id><published>2008-02-24T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:29:16.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/R8F9QDlzKWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0ALIyS4WY_M/s1600-h/wahjong+12+tai+(1).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170551561993267554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/R8F9QDlzKWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0ALIyS4WY_M/s400/wahjong+12+tai+(1).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little disractions that allow me to forget, for an hour each night that i still miss you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new personal best this is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for you guys wondering where the other 4 tai came from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;WAHJONG PB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Pong- x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mixed Suit- x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pong of Dragon- x1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chance Round- x1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chance Wind- x1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Self Draw- x1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Own Flower- x1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Animal- x1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total: x12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;super ownage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scared away all the level 1s that did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all i had in my first hand was 2 xi feng, 1 dong feng and 1 8 tong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can say man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when lady luck loves you, she really loves you. lOl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to everyone that recognised that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i do play wahjong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enter the PONGmaster!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no seriously, that is my profile name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you won't believe the reactions i get outta people who saw that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean there was an uproar when i chi something. lOl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now why didn't i use HUmaster? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine the reaction i would get outta that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(p.s. i considered ZHIMOmaster but that simply sounded so wrong.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been to ntu course seminar recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their communciation studies is a little too personal for my liking to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a really one-to-one, we-want-to-know-everyone-of-our-students sorta system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm not all that comfortable being that close to a 50- odd old, male ang mor professor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus there's a written examination AND an interview before they consider your admission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and judging from what they told us bout the written test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they aren't gonna be asking you to give opinions bout the latest celebrity scandal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that i will pass that if it was anyway. lOl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which makes me wonder if i have the right aptitude to be in the media field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, i'm pretty impressed by their chemistry faculty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they've got an awesome facility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decent professors from the looks of their achievements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and *direct honours*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the downside, their entry criteria is probably higher than nus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so despite everything else, it still comes down to my grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for now, i'm leaning pretty much towards chem ntu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's about as close as any course will bring me to satisfying both my abilities and interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so for now, it's chem ntu 1, comm studies 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the other hand, judging from the people that turned up for the talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proportion of good- looking girls lie EXTREMELY towards choice 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get like maybe 1 decent- looking female per 10 guys in chem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in comm studies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woah~ they are EVERYWHERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it must be illegal to have that many pretty people in the same course. lOl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well that's that for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enter the PONGmaster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4081309870096410102?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/4081309870096410102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=4081309870096410102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4081309870096410102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4081309870096410102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-disractions-that-allow-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/R8F9QDlzKWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0ALIyS4WY_M/s72-c/wahjong+12+tai+(1).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-482923667042868625</id><published>2008-02-17T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:37:41.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been stupid to hope.&lt;br /&gt;when hope is so evidently absent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-482923667042868625?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-320286074339113015</id><published>2008-02-16T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:44:47.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow i race.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow the final test shall show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-320286074339113015?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/320286074339113015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=320286074339113015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/320286074339113015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/320286074339113015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/02/tomorrow-i-race.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-9175606507023202179</id><published>2008-02-14T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:46:53.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll always be outside your door.&lt;br /&gt;awaiting the day you bring me in again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-9175606507023202179?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/9175606507023202179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=9175606507023202179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/9175606507023202179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/9175606507023202179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-always-be-outside-your-door.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-5829316008846290773</id><published>2008-02-14T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:11:01.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>regardless of everything else.&lt;br /&gt;it was good to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-5829316008846290773?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/5829316008846290773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=5829316008846290773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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fallen on deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extinugished, the love of one.&lt;br /&gt;deepened, the love of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears of longing.&lt;br /&gt;tears of regret.&lt;br /&gt;tears of loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when girl leaves.&lt;br /&gt;boy waits his eternity for her unlikely return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-2443110280969468112?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/2443110280969468112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=2443110280969468112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2443110280969468112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/R68RiTlzKTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ouA-SEyEMmI/s320/10022008204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my greatest mahjong achievement this chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;ping hu- 4 tai.&lt;br /&gt;yi she- 4 tai.&lt;br /&gt;total: EIGHT TAI.&lt;br /&gt;what a waste that we weren't gambling then. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, that's basically how i spent my entire cny.&lt;br /&gt;people who don't get it would probably snot.&lt;br /&gt;but people who do, you guys know there's no better way to spend the new year.&lt;br /&gt;especially if it means a slightly bigger spending allowance. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually thinking of celebrating all 15 days of cny.&lt;br /&gt;but there aren't enough people, if any at all, that's willing to try.&lt;br /&gt;and i need at least 3 others, if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. x)&lt;br /&gt;well all in all, this year's celebration is definitely the quietest yet.&lt;br /&gt;quite a few relatives didn't turn up.&lt;br /&gt;and those who did only stayed long enough to collect ang bao.&lt;br /&gt;i mean NO ONE was gambling!&lt;br /&gt;i almost thought i went into the wrong unit when i couldn't hear any 'PONG', 'CHI', 'HU LE' from the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;the kids probably gambled harder than the adults.&lt;br /&gt;which is really against tradition.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, maybe they've retired.&lt;br /&gt;it's time for the younger generation to step up.&lt;br /&gt;we shall gamble in their place!! LOl xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well that's about that.&lt;br /&gt;nus biathlon's coming up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna try not dying and not ending last.&lt;br /&gt;toodles folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-3578873402600220766?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/3578873402600220766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=3578873402600220766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3578873402600220766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3578873402600220766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-greatest-mahjong-achievement-this.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/R68RiTlzKTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ouA-SEyEMmI/s72-c/10022008204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-4757534896757766773</id><published>2008-02-10T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:47:03.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow.&lt;br /&gt;it's just stupid now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4757534896757766773?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/4757534896757766773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=4757534896757766773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4757534896757766773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4757534896757766773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/02/somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-1914690999254354377</id><published>2008-02-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:30:07.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what i did that chased you away.&lt;br /&gt;what i didn't that couldn't make you stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1914690999254354377?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/1914690999254354377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=1914690999254354377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1914690999254354377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1914690999254354377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-i-did-that-chased-you-away.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-3157165318689514838</id><published>2008-02-06T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:43:51.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came across an entry.&lt;br /&gt;one with such strong sense of familiarity, it almost seemed my own.&lt;br /&gt;one which radiates such intense waves of nostalgia, it's hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trembling anticipation that overwhelms your entirety.&lt;br /&gt;dizzy happiness that radiates from every cell.&lt;br /&gt;frightful bliss that channels nervous spasm all over.&lt;br /&gt;a simple smile that speaks a million words, expresses a million emotions.&lt;br /&gt;and a gentle, quiet hope for another day like today.&lt;br /&gt;for a future made beautiful by the star of your pulsing heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a time i felt those emotions.&lt;br /&gt;a time when a simple glimpse would fill me with contentment.&lt;br /&gt;a time when a small gesture will have me bursting with euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;a time when holding you close for a moment made sacrificing the world all too worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess, in some way&lt;br /&gt;such a time still exists.&lt;br /&gt;only, the sweet happiness that accompanied them before.&lt;br /&gt;never followed the flow of time back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the author of that post.&lt;br /&gt;may your happiness never extinguish.&lt;br /&gt;may your love be reflected in hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least 2008 is good to somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-3157165318689514838?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/3157165318689514838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=3157165318689514838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3157165318689514838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3157165318689514838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-came-across-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-2175419162310856552</id><published>2008-02-05T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:24:49.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't given up.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't gotten over.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply because..&lt;br /&gt;you're not someone i can give up on.&lt;br /&gt;you're not someone i can get over.&lt;br /&gt;you're not someone i can forget.&lt;br /&gt;you're not someone i can let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something will give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something HAS to give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-2175419162310856552?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/2175419162310856552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=2175419162310856552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2175419162310856552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2175419162310856552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-havent-given-up.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-6367408859973340681</id><published>2008-01-31T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:35:21.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it takes two to form one.&lt;br /&gt;but often, only one to break apart two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6367408859973340681?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/6367408859973340681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>some day.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;something will give.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be able to speak to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;something will occur.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be able to walk beside you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;something will grow.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be able to know you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;i believe in something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-3916694128472961055?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/3916694128472961055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>it isn't the disability&lt;br /&gt;but the choice of not wanting to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4323518264600373982?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/4323518264600373982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=4323518264600373982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4323518264600373982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4323518264600373982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;my lucky four leaf clover keychain broke.&lt;br /&gt;(to be honest, it never did provide me with any luck. but that's besides the point.)&lt;br /&gt;which is weird enough on its own.&lt;br /&gt;since i took me quite a bit of effort to get it fixed together again.&lt;br /&gt;so it falling off by itself is pretty bizzare.&lt;br /&gt;now we all know stuff breaking on its own accord is never a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;shattered mirror means bad luck for the next 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;cracked photo frames of people implies death or disaster of the person featured.&lt;br /&gt;and detachment of a lucky four leaf clover keychain probably means..&lt;br /&gt;no luck i guess.&lt;br /&gt;that is definitely not a good sign people.&lt;br /&gt;of course thinking closely about it.&lt;br /&gt;it really isn't that difficult to accept.&lt;br /&gt;i mean lets run it through.&lt;br /&gt;we changed syllabus this year.&lt;br /&gt;and we all know shit happens during change of syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;plus the teachers themselves may not even have an idea of what is the new teaching requirement.&lt;br /&gt;hence not knowing what to teach or how to teach properly.&lt;br /&gt;(case refer to ny econs department h1 syllabus.)&lt;br /&gt;also adding to fact that i know i didn't do damn well or even anything close.&lt;br /&gt;so the prospect of my a level results are pretty grim.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its time to pay the temples a visit again. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a super craving for baked rice.&lt;br /&gt;baked rice baked rice baked rice!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll get some tmr. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on yet another note.&lt;br /&gt;i've finally mastered touch typing.&lt;br /&gt;well not exactly the full version of it since i'm still primarily using two fingers.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm at least able to keep my eyes on the screen when i type.&lt;br /&gt;and with pretty decent accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on YET another note.&lt;br /&gt;i still miss her.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's that.&lt;br /&gt;night folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-7086761090720453275?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/7086761090720453275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=7086761090720453275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/7086761090720453275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/7086761090720453275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-thing-that-ming-says-to-me-since.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-7885363683078742672</id><published>2008-01-23T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:46:21.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ICE SKATING.&lt;br /&gt;this boy has seen yet another piece of the world.&lt;br /&gt;initially, a plan to stalk meiping and surprise her at the ice rink.&lt;br /&gt;but as luck would have it, daph, mel and i ended up in a different rink from her.&lt;br /&gt;which is just as well really.&lt;br /&gt;coz meiping's rink was full of people and noobs like me should stay away from large crowds.&lt;br /&gt;whether it is for fear of knocking into them&lt;br /&gt;or for shame of them laughing when i fall butt- first on the ice.&lt;br /&gt;which is mighty painful, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i would know, considering i fell twice. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;at least there weren't many people.&lt;br /&gt;but apart from the inevitable falls.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the experience was pretty cool i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the first hour on the ice was all about balancing and getting a foot before the other.&lt;br /&gt;and to think i used to feel balancing on wheels was impossible enough.&lt;br /&gt;slippery ice AND blades??&lt;br /&gt;who comes up with this sorta stuff? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway the next hour was pretty relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;once i got the balance down, the rest was pretty smooth- sailing.&lt;br /&gt;it would have been a lot more enjoyable if not for the various blisters on my feet, formed during my initial struggle.&lt;br /&gt;but no pain no gain right?&lt;br /&gt;and with that, osborne self- proclaims to know how to ice skate! x)&lt;br /&gt;so i'm now looking for people to go ice skating with me as soon as my blisters fully recover.&lt;br /&gt;i'm free everyday of the week.&lt;br /&gt;though you should inform me a couple days before hand so i can get leave from work.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i AM WORKING. x)&lt;br /&gt;technically speaking. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've checked ice skating off my list of stuff i've wanted to try out.&lt;br /&gt;and next will be WAKEBOARDING!&lt;br /&gt;apparently my cousins wakeboard quite a bit and they're thinking of jio-ing me.&lt;br /&gt;which is cool and all but they're both seasoned (wakeboarders?)&lt;br /&gt;it'll be tiresome for them to constantly reverse the powerboat to pick me off the water.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm also looking for peeps to go wakeboarding!&lt;br /&gt;to put in some practice and stuff so i appear less noob. xP&lt;br /&gt;and of course, $$$ is definitely an issue.&lt;br /&gt;wakeboarding is not a cheap sport.&lt;br /&gt;so yah, interested peeps JIO me now!&lt;br /&gt;once again, i am free e-v-e-r-y-d-a-y.&lt;br /&gt;despite WORKING.&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout that, i feel a need to assert myself on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;since me working is a difficult concept to grasp for some people. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this year is all about trying new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;after living 18 years of my life, i realised i don't actually do much.&lt;br /&gt;and that i don't have much talent to speak off.&lt;br /&gt;embarrassingly so.&lt;br /&gt;however i believe my thing is somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;and when i reach it, i'll uncover the talent within as well.&lt;br /&gt;so this year will be about self- discovery.&lt;br /&gt;doing everything i'll never expect myself to do.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully in everything that i'll do, i will find at least one thing that belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;something i'll do good in and enjoy doing all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;a quest to find my calling.&lt;br /&gt;which brings us to my first resolution of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) discover my talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully this is the one i do keep.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course apart from trying new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be trying to revive old experiences as well.&lt;br /&gt;giving stuff i've tried or given up on another go to see if i'll spark off anything.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i'm looking for people to go kayaking as well!&lt;br /&gt;no prior knowledge required.&lt;br /&gt;sentosa/ reservoirs rent out open kayaks that are presumably unsinkable. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;and even if you do, it'll be easy to swim away.&lt;br /&gt;so its totally safe.&lt;br /&gt;once again, interested peeps JIO ME NOW.&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. kayaking belongs to the former. i didn't give up on it alright. its cool. LOl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then.&lt;br /&gt;a last footnote.&lt;br /&gt;people, please stop pretending you have lives and start BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;so people who are perfectly honest about their lifeless-ness can be entertained for 1/2 hour each night. lOl&lt;br /&gt;that will be all.&lt;br /&gt;cheers! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-7885363683078742672?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/7885363683078742672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=7885363683078742672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/7885363683078742672'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;all of which that should have been a fond recollection.&lt;br /&gt;is now a sour memory.&lt;br /&gt;if i had known we would be where we are today.&lt;br /&gt;i would have never left that place.&lt;br /&gt;if i had any idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;i would have stayed with you for as long as i could.&lt;br /&gt;another hour.&lt;br /&gt;another minute.&lt;br /&gt;another second.&lt;br /&gt;i would have hold you tight.&lt;br /&gt;i would have hold you close.&lt;br /&gt;and still..&lt;br /&gt;i probably wouldn't have been able to change what we are today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-7297402102146492854?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/7297402102146492854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>since when has devotion become just plain stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps it's just stupid when i do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-2022774435730373832?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/2022774435730373832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=2022774435730373832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2022774435730373832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2022774435730373832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/01/since-when-has-devotion-become-just.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-6132521320728796467</id><published>2008-01-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:42:45.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't treasure something only after you've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;because once you've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;you may never get to treasure it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't apologise for something you've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;because once you've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;sorry may not be enough anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't hesitate to tell others you love them.&lt;br /&gt;because once you've hesitated.&lt;br /&gt;they may not wish to listen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i treasure.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6132521320728796467?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/6132521320728796467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=6132521320728796467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/6132521320728796467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/6132521320728796467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-5769473471227127335</id><published>2008-01-15T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:45:20.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6, that would have described my world.&lt;br /&gt;6 is all it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-5769473471227127335?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/5769473471227127335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=5769473471227127335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/5769473471227127335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/5769473471227127335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/01/6-that-would-have-described-my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-6520170303355013958</id><published>2008-01-14T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:56:28.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>smile for the world.&lt;br /&gt;for from a small corner of that world.&lt;br /&gt;someone would know you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make you smile and laugh till all your wrinkles appear.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't do that anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6520170303355013958?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/6520170303355013958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=6520170303355013958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/6520170303355013958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/6520170303355013958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-1246279418231518837</id><published>2008-01-10T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:15:43.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright today is all about randomness.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, 'randomness' is a word.&lt;br /&gt;and with that, osborne is smarter already! LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first.&lt;br /&gt;well i can't decide which to say first since they're both equally important.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall attempt to say them both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FARE..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WELL..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BIRTHDAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MING LIANG!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;JESSICA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 'fare' only came before 'happy' since f is before h.&lt;br /&gt;mi is the no pian xin.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;yup. jessi is now 19!&lt;br /&gt;can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;19 is just 2 years away from 21.&lt;br /&gt;which is like the official full- fledged ADULT age.&lt;br /&gt;it almost sounds.... old. LOl!&lt;br /&gt;guess it's some comfort to know there's still 10 months before its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna grow up so soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a kid that way. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;well we celebrated at fish and co.&lt;br /&gt;and my brave attempt at taking on their swordfish collar was clearly foolhardy.&lt;br /&gt;lets just say swordfishes have BIG heads thus a HUGE collar.&lt;br /&gt;and fish and co's got the coolest birthday celebration ever lah!&lt;br /&gt;go check it yourselves if you don't know what i'm talking about. =X&lt;br /&gt;and that was also a farewell dinner for ming.&lt;br /&gt;yes. ming has left for army camp this morning.&lt;br /&gt;another sign of adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't really sink in until you actually see someone go in you know?&lt;br /&gt;makes me think bout my own enlistment.&lt;br /&gt;wonder how that would be like.&lt;br /&gt;i might even get emotional. LOl.&lt;br /&gt;well we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;alright to both jess and ming&lt;br /&gt;may 2008 treat you guys well!!&lt;br /&gt;and to ming&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DIE. &lt;br /&gt;well jess you shouldn't die either lah.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught this on Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader.&lt;br /&gt;not sure which grade this is but just check it out.&lt;br /&gt;case 1: question was,&lt;br /&gt;if y= 3x&lt;br /&gt;and 3x = 12&lt;br /&gt;what is the numerical value of y?&lt;br /&gt;this was a $10 000 question.&lt;br /&gt;the contestant guessed 4 but dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;case 2: question was,&lt;br /&gt;what is the only continent which is also a country?&lt;br /&gt;this was a first grade world geog question.&lt;br /&gt;worth $500 000.&lt;br /&gt;and one question away from getting a shot at 1 mil.&lt;br /&gt;plus she still had a 'save'.&lt;br /&gt;contestant guessed all 7 and dropped out as well.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;how you wish money was that easy to come by in singapore huh? LOl.&lt;br /&gt;but it does make me wonder if i will remember all this 20 years down.&lt;br /&gt;i mean between work, army and other commitments.&lt;br /&gt;will simple details like these be dismissed and forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;seems kinda sad if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;which is why it doesn't hurt to revise i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna look through my chem notes per page everyday.&lt;br /&gt;since i'll probably go there if mass comm rejects me. (damn gp.)&lt;br /&gt;not that my chem is damn good or anything lah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still praying with crossed fingers. LOl.&lt;br /&gt;ah well. we'll see yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You- Fall Out Boy '&lt;br /&gt;this has got to be the longest song title EVER.&lt;br /&gt;let me know if i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;it's no wonder the djs never announced its name. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;it won't even sound like an announcement if you listened normally.&lt;br /&gt;but regardless it's a great song.&lt;br /&gt;and definitely song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;followed closely by 'Teardrops On My Guitar- Taylor Swift'&lt;br /&gt;woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well someone said something to me recently.&lt;br /&gt;and it kinda struck a nerve i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm upset or anything.&lt;br /&gt;but it just annoys me how much truth was actually in that.&lt;br /&gt;it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently my stupidity seems to still be persisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's that.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1246279418231518837?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/1246279418231518837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=1246279418231518837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1246279418231518837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/1246279418231518837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/01/alright-today-is-all-about-randomness.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-6853880165821591866</id><published>2008-01-09T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T01:27:16.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>endless rain.&lt;br /&gt;rain fell.&lt;br /&gt;as i listened deep.&lt;br /&gt;and so tonight, it rains.&lt;br /&gt;the night of endless rain.&lt;br /&gt;are you warm?&lt;br /&gt;has the rain awoken you?&lt;br /&gt;how are you?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;endless rain.&lt;br /&gt;fall on my heart..&lt;br /&gt;let me forget..&lt;br /&gt;..all of the sadness..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6853880165821591866?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-8277034438176700354</id><published>2008-01-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:53:09.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah..&lt;br /&gt;and so it happened.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps now.&lt;br /&gt;things will come to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-8277034438176700354?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/8277034438176700354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=8277034438176700354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dd42Zfp6IIM/R4D5_4L_mDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0IpnbEUR4eM/s320/06012008176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152392849521612850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon stars, i gaze deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-715890919879610076?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/715890919879610076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=715890919879610076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/715890919879610076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/715890919879610076'/><link 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style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Wherever we go is okay,"&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;Now what may have been&lt;br /&gt;Has been stopped by time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naga sugita yoru ni&lt;br /&gt;tabidachi o yume mita&lt;br /&gt;ikoku no sora mitsumete&lt;br /&gt;kodoku o dakishimeta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On that night that was too long&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where you left me&lt;br /&gt;Staring at a foreign sky&lt;br /&gt;I hugged my loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagareru namida o&lt;br /&gt;toki no kaze ni kasanete&lt;br /&gt;owaranai anata no&lt;br /&gt;toiki o kanjite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My fallen tears&lt;br /&gt;Are piling up on the winds of time&lt;br /&gt;At the end&lt;br /&gt;I feel your breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRY YOUR TEARS WITH LOVE&lt;br /&gt;DRY YOUR TEARS WITH LOVE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;X- Japan- Tears &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(english translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time long gone.&lt;br /&gt;a time long passed.&lt;br /&gt;a time i'll remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6251387187488041508?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/6251387187488041508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=6251387187488041508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/6251387187488041508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/6251387187488041508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/01/doko-ni-yukeba-ii-anata-to-hanarete-ima.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-3505976845303970997</id><published>2008-01-05T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:34:47.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well after being in a couple of pools recently.&lt;br /&gt;i've realised i still prefer toa payoh.&lt;br /&gt;despite having to make an hour's to- fro trip.&lt;br /&gt;it's a sense of familiarity i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;i know the water.&lt;br /&gt;i know the markings along the pool.&lt;br /&gt;i know the feeling of the wall against my palm.&lt;br /&gt;i know which toilet cubicles have faulty locks.&lt;br /&gt;makes swimming there a lot more comfortable you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think i'm at least back to my previous base standards.&lt;br /&gt;of course i had good conditions both times this week.&lt;br /&gt;water felt light.&lt;br /&gt;weather was cool.&lt;br /&gt;and there were girls in the pool. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;don't give me that look.&lt;br /&gt;you know that's what you're looking at too. xP&lt;br /&gt;them lingering around the ends of the pool makes finishing the lap so much easier. &lt;br /&gt;if you know what i mean. xP&lt;br /&gt;of course i am semi- blind in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;so almost anyone resonably well proportioned in a swim suit could pass as motivation.&lt;br /&gt;face regardless. &lt;br /&gt;which is why i tend not to look at them once i get out of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;no need for unnecessary shocks. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i've come to realise a habit of mine while i swim.&lt;br /&gt;i don't open my eyes when i swim.&lt;br /&gt;yes. closed.&lt;br /&gt;i just take an occasional peek to gauge distance before i ram the wall or another swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;but for most parts my eyes are closed.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel i'm able to better feel my strokes i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;better control of my pace and breathing as well.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, if you ever see me swimming in your direction.&lt;br /&gt;SIAM AH!! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-3505976845303970997?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/3505976845303970997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=3505976845303970997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3505976845303970997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3505976845303970997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-after-being-in-couple-of-pools.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-2804403551849297672</id><published>2008-01-02T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:17:39.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;the fabled happy food.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't feel any of its effects.&lt;br /&gt;it was by far, the hardest thing i've ever had to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;each portion was painful.&lt;br /&gt;each bite was cold and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;moving down the throat was like a slow blizzard descending into the pits of my gut.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was numb.&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing jolly or happy or sweet about it.&lt;br /&gt;it was depressing.&lt;br /&gt;just depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-2804403551849297672?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/2804403551849297672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=2804403551849297672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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events and such.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure we all know which direction i'm likely to stray towards if i did.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll spare you guys the agony and simply move on i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope 2008 has enough magic to spare me a small miracle.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, everything will turn out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then 2008.&lt;br /&gt;i'm usually a lot more excited about the new year.&lt;br /&gt;i guess staying home for this long has dull my senses silly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually losing track of which day we're in now. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for scheduled tv programs.&lt;br /&gt;now who says tv is useless? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;but regardless, the feeling of freshness that a new year brings is still apparent.&lt;br /&gt;i've always taken the new year to be a chance to start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;a new breath of life.&lt;br /&gt;a new piece of canvas if you would.&lt;br /&gt;unstained.&lt;br /&gt;untouched.&lt;br /&gt;blank.&lt;br /&gt;even if the old piece of work was ugly and unsightly.&lt;br /&gt;this clean piece is unaffected.&lt;br /&gt;a chance to redraw, repaint and recreate that which would be my life.&lt;br /&gt;of course in reality it isn't possible to completely release our burdens.&lt;br /&gt;we can never leave our dark shadow behind.&lt;br /&gt;the painful will still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;the unhappiness will still bring sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but at least being bathe in new light, our shadows may shrink away enough to go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is truly the step into adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;we have but a small taste of the coporate world already.&lt;br /&gt;well those who are already working anyway. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, 2008 is the year of army.&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely neutral about being send to camp.&lt;br /&gt;i don't particularly resent spending 2 years on an island.&lt;br /&gt;nor am i embracing this new chapter with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just take it as it comes i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;this 2 years will really give me the time to ponder bout what i really wanna do in life.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that's about it then.&lt;br /&gt;a hasty farewell to 2007.&lt;br /&gt;and cheers to a better 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;MERRY nEW YEAr folks!&lt;br /&gt;and toodles for the last time this year. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-7493264592174622275?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-4439532499297258795</id><published>2007-12-30T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:30:56.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keep the promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-4439532499297258795?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/4439532499297258795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=4439532499297258795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4439532499297258795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/4439532499297258795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2007/12/keep-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-7960362834092666568</id><published>2007-12-27T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:58:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the thing with 'i love you' is..&lt;br /&gt;so does everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-7960362834092666568?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/7960362834092666568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=7960362834092666568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/7960362834092666568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/7960362834092666568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2007/12/thing-with-i-love-you-is_27.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-3726592497956816921</id><published>2007-12-25T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:19:24.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i guess i owe it to myself to try one last time.&lt;br /&gt;failure is the mother of success no?&lt;br /&gt;well if there's any sense in that saying&lt;br /&gt;this mama never gave birth.&lt;br /&gt;or rather it did, but baby success never made it to see his first birthday. Lol&lt;br /&gt;ah well, if even the season of giving can't boost your chances&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty much doomed yah? lOl.&lt;br /&gt;well its been doomed a long time but i suppose i never did want to admit to baby's death.&lt;br /&gt;of course to be perfectly honest, i didn't try too hard this time.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt there would be any miracles either way, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;oh well its CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna stay gloomy about it.&lt;br /&gt;that can come on some other non- festive days. lOl&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;br /&gt;and a happy new year. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-3726592497956816921?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/3726592497956816921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=3726592497956816921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3726592497956816921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/3726592497956816921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-i-guess-i-owe-it-to-myself-to-try.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-2409246990748037175</id><published>2007-12-23T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:12:10.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you have computers.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you receive any sort of signal up on the north pole.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you read blogs.&lt;br /&gt;but on the off chance that you do.&lt;br /&gt;i am writing to you with my wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am osborne chan.&lt;br /&gt;and if you're wondering why 'osborne' comes in front instead of the back.&lt;br /&gt;that's because i'm asian.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how often you deliver presents to asian kids.&lt;br /&gt;in which case, i probably don't qualify as being a kid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but i still do believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;does that help?&lt;br /&gt;i live on a minuscule island nation called singapore.&lt;br /&gt;you probably don't fly over too often since..&lt;br /&gt;1) it's too hot for you to be delivering presents in a big red coat.&lt;br /&gt;2) there's too many high-rised buildings for you to safely fly about.&lt;br /&gt;3) the roof tops are too small to land your sled.&lt;br /&gt;4) we don't have chimneys and fire places. (well most of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never written to you before.&lt;br /&gt;i've never hung up my christmas sock.&lt;br /&gt;i've never left out cookies and milk.&lt;br /&gt;and i've probably never been a perfect good boy for the past 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose even if you did come around to singapore to deliver presents.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't have been on your list.&lt;br /&gt;you always did know who was naughty and nice.&lt;br /&gt;and i admit, i probably haven't been on my best behaviour all year.&lt;br /&gt;i have done bad things.&lt;br /&gt;i've been a bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;and bad boys don't get presents do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes my christmas request seem even more absurd than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;but if i'm repentant.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm willing to correct my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;will you deem me deserving of your present?&lt;br /&gt;santa.&lt;br /&gt;all i want for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;all i've ever wanted for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;is to hold a star again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may not twinkle in the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;but she lits my life in brillant splendor.&lt;br /&gt;she may not form a majestic constellation.&lt;br /&gt;but she takes the shape of which is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;she may not be a million light years away.&lt;br /&gt;but she is still so far out of my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you give presents that aren't toys.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you can convince her to step up onto your sled.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you can make my christmas wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;but if you can't.&lt;br /&gt;if she wouldn't take a ride with you.&lt;br /&gt;could you at least give her a little present?&lt;br /&gt;because unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;she's been a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;she is the best girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;osborne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-16205351.post-8510926470721180162</id><published>2007-12-21T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:21:53.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if christmas truly is the season of giving..&lt;br /&gt;will you give me a second chance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-8510926470721180162?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/8510926470721180162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=8510926470721180162' title='0 Comments'/><link 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readings.&lt;br /&gt;basically because those tarots didn't really make sense, in the way that i can't seem to make it relate to me.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, note the word 'make'.&lt;br /&gt;most readings are forced into context afterall. lOl&lt;br /&gt;well today's tarot card is a little different than before.&lt;br /&gt;not that this is any more reliable than the others.&lt;br /&gt;it's blog- worthy because today's card reads 'Death'&lt;br /&gt;'..signifies change in your life brought about by the ending of a current situation and the beginning of a new one.'&lt;br /&gt;basically a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not really ready to let go yet but on the bright side, at least i'm not having nightmares anymore.&lt;br /&gt;however, the card did also say '..does not specifically pertain to physical death'&lt;br /&gt;which means there may still be a small chance something might happen whilst i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which case, i would like to say..&lt;br /&gt;i do love my family.&lt;br /&gt;for all the crappy stuff they've done.&lt;br /&gt;for all the irritation that have marked points in my life with them.&lt;br /&gt;they've more than made up for with the love they have for me.&lt;br /&gt;i might not have done enough to show them that i do too.&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose they must know i love them too eh? x)&lt;br /&gt;i do appreciate my friends.&lt;br /&gt;even if i've never really connected with many.&lt;br /&gt;they did have a part in making me who i am.&lt;br /&gt;i am that easily influenced. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;and i do love her.&lt;br /&gt;if something is going to happen tonight while i'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;it was with her in my mind that i departed.&lt;br /&gt;i still miss her.&lt;br /&gt;and i will probably always miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-9096822881144048017?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-2238828325925072191</id><published>2007-12-17T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:37:24.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and there it was.&lt;br /&gt;a dream that carried my answer.&lt;br /&gt;there were no under-lying messages.&lt;br /&gt;no mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;no uncertainities.&lt;br /&gt;it was a direct and in most ways, the most painful answer i could have received.&lt;br /&gt;i tried sleeping in longer to see if the answer would change.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;i tried again last night.&lt;br /&gt;none came to me.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this really is it.&lt;br /&gt;when even miracles fail.&lt;br /&gt;there is truly nothing left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i had thought was right&lt;br /&gt;was immaturity.&lt;br /&gt;a late realisation.&lt;br /&gt;far too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-2238828325925072191?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/2238828325925072191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=2238828325925072191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2238828325925072191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/2238828325925072191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-there-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-6668815184657224103</id><published>2007-12-15T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:01:50.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'The Emperor', tarot card of the day.&lt;br /&gt;'..provide order and structure where once only chaos existed.'&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how this card relates to me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-6668815184657224103?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-1957927998200918634</id><published>2007-12-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:45:08.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and today's tarot card reads 'The Magus/ Magician'&lt;br /&gt;'..master of his own destiny and unafraid to act as he chooses.'&lt;br /&gt;yet another card which tells of great power and even greater responsibilities that it entails.&lt;br /&gt;a classic spiderman card, if you know what i mean. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i kinda just realised how many actually do read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;i've always assumed i was ranting to myself.&lt;br /&gt;which is just as well.&lt;br /&gt;blogging to yourself just somehow results in a more..&lt;br /&gt;honest entry, lets just say.&lt;br /&gt;no need to hide anything or emotions.&lt;br /&gt;basically a place to be your true self.&lt;br /&gt;nowhere else in the outside world provides that sorta of luxury.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's part of the reason i still blog i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of being honest.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it is true.&lt;br /&gt;i still miss her a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;i still care about her.&lt;br /&gt;having no way of knowing how she's doing now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be lying if i said i wasn't worried.&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose my worries are misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;she can take care of herself.&lt;br /&gt;just wish i could still in some way stay in contact with her.&lt;br /&gt;makes a guy wish there was still school you know?&lt;br /&gt;at least seeing her smile from a distance away in the lt might help to ease the unrest a lil.&lt;br /&gt;and knowing full well you guys are reading this now.&lt;br /&gt;(at least those who can still stand all this mushy stuff)&lt;br /&gt;can't help but wonder if she's reading all this now too?&lt;br /&gt;does she know that i still care for her?&lt;br /&gt;does she know my feelings for her have not wavered?&lt;br /&gt;does she know?&lt;br /&gt;ahh again with the questions.&lt;br /&gt;i should really stop asking questions i won't get answers to.&lt;br /&gt;just makes things a lot more depressing than they already are.&lt;br /&gt;well i suppose i could continue praying for dreams.&lt;br /&gt;i did get one last night.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of her again.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it was in most ways a happy dream.&lt;br /&gt;and probably in just one way, a sad one.&lt;br /&gt;dreams that you remember are dreams that won't happen eh?&lt;br /&gt;well we'll see i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;until tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1957927998200918634?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16205351.post-8777052027626351215</id><published>2007-12-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:36:17.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this few nights have been nightmares after nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;if one gets me up halfway in the night, another will take me through until morning.&lt;br /&gt;which is pretty scary since i hardly ever dream.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i probably had more dreams this week than i did for the last 90% of the year.&lt;br /&gt;it has just been one after another.&lt;br /&gt;almost every morning i would awake with a thumping chest and mild exclaimations.&lt;br /&gt;reason being that most dreams involved the following&lt;br /&gt;a) me dying.&lt;br /&gt;b) me killing others.&lt;br /&gt;c) me watching someone die.&lt;br /&gt;d) me watching myself die.&lt;br /&gt;e) me knowing i will somehow die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i dreamt i was told i had heart failure!!&lt;br /&gt;with all too- convincing symptoms i do possess in reality. =X&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get my heart checked afterall.&lt;br /&gt;then again it doesn't take a heart surgeon to know i'm heart- broken.&lt;br /&gt;i awoke from a dream where i was held at gunpoint, 3 secs before i was shot.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt i was hunting to kill some crazed guy before he did the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, possibly the most significant.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of you.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of you.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of answers.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of everything i had wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;so why was this considered a nightmare you ask?&lt;br /&gt;well dreams being dreams.&lt;br /&gt;you can't really trust them can you?&lt;br /&gt;dreams you remember are dreams that won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;isn't that how the saying goes?&lt;br /&gt;i mean if they did, i would have to get myself a bullet- proof vest or something.&lt;br /&gt;so i am still as ignorant as i ever was.&lt;br /&gt;and i may never know them. (here's the depressing part)&lt;br /&gt;every night i would pray for the answers to be conveyed to me through my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;if my prayers were heard.&lt;br /&gt;then what do all the other nightmares mean?&lt;br /&gt;are the deaths and blood- shed part of the answer?&lt;br /&gt;are those supposed to be a representation of the extent of which i have to sacrifice?&lt;br /&gt;are those supposed to be a gauge of the impossibility of my lost dream?&lt;br /&gt;if they are.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough of my rantings.&lt;br /&gt;tarot card of the day reads 'The Lovers'&lt;br /&gt;'..a powerful union and the harmony of opposites.'&lt;br /&gt;as the name suggests, this is the card of love.&lt;br /&gt;the arrival of new love, or the strengthening of an existing.&lt;br /&gt;normally a good card to have.&lt;br /&gt;but with the recent events.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think this card is for me.&lt;br /&gt;well that's that.&lt;br /&gt;lets hope i break my chain of nightmares and finally get some decent sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it would help if i could stop thinking of.. &lt;br /&gt;well you know what. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;toodles then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-8777052027626351215?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/8777052027626351215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=8777052027626351215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/8777052027626351215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/8777052027626351215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-few-nights-have-been-nightmares.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-8278864696381127667</id><published>2007-12-12T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:49:02.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't see her.&lt;br /&gt;i can't talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget her.&lt;br /&gt;i can't have her back.&lt;br /&gt;i can't let her go.&lt;br /&gt;i can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;heck, i still miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today's tarot card reads 'The Empress'&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how that relates to my life.&lt;br /&gt;so thats it i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what am i still waiting for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-8278864696381127667?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/8278864696381127667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16205351&amp;postID=8278864696381127667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/8278864696381127667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16205351/posts/default/8278864696381127667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-see-her.html' title=''/><author><name>s.pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424543176847564606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16205351.post-1240555781496811662</id><published>2007-12-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:42:26.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tarot card of the day- 'The Fool'&lt;br /&gt;'..symbolizes a new beginning and endless optimism.'&lt;br /&gt;a card which tells of the recklessness i may be prone to and the dire consequences which follow.&lt;br /&gt;adviced to keep a cool head.&lt;br /&gt;warned to not underestimate anything.&lt;br /&gt;well this is basically a bad card to have.&lt;br /&gt;but the upside is that i spent the whole day at home.&lt;br /&gt;thus giving recklessness no chance to wreck havoc on my life.&lt;br /&gt;and also that the day is almost coming to an end!&lt;br /&gt;deciding to stay at home today was a good move. lOl xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the card pretty much described it.&lt;br /&gt;it truly is a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;with the past entirely eradicated, there is only the future to look upon.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose the only remnant of the past existing.&lt;br /&gt;the only fragment of us.&lt;br /&gt;the only pieces of memories.&lt;br /&gt;resides in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;the happiest moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;the most devastating moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;they live on through me.&lt;br /&gt;the world might want to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;you might want to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, i can't even if i tried.&lt;br /&gt;for better for worse, they are a major part of me.&lt;br /&gt;they shaped the osborne of today.&lt;br /&gt;and even if today's osborne isn't any significant person.&lt;br /&gt;i still wish to hold on to those memories.&lt;br /&gt;they are irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;they are precious.&lt;br /&gt;they are everything that's left.&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;i may eventually move on.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;if you wish so badly to release the past.&lt;br /&gt;i will hold them for you.&lt;br /&gt;if you wish so bably to forget the past.&lt;br /&gt;i will remember them for you.&lt;br /&gt;if you hated the past so much.&lt;br /&gt;i will love them for you.&lt;br /&gt;and if someday, you do wish to glimpse them again.&lt;br /&gt;simply glance back.&lt;br /&gt;for my hand shall hold our memories firm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16205351-1240555781496811662?l=i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-married-my-tys.blogspot.com/feeds/1240555781496811662/comments/default' 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