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.......fa-la-la-laa, la-la-la-la-la</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-6698235978719845993</id><published>2009-02-23T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:37:29.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>DILLEMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/touseornottouse-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 584px; height: 557px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/touseornottouse-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-6698235978719845993?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6698235978719845993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=6698235978719845993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6698235978719845993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6698235978719845993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2009/02/dillema.html' title='DILLEMA'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_touseornottouse-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-8639314060404560629</id><published>2009-01-04T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:44:43.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>DOWN WITH FOOD POISONING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/piggytrial1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 531px; height: 397px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/piggytrial1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-8639314060404560629?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8639314060404560629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=8639314060404560629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8639314060404560629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8639314060404560629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2009/01/down-with-food-poisoning.html' title='DOWN WITH FOOD POISONING'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_piggytrial1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-7386762159982274724</id><published>2009-01-03T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:09:20.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>WHATS YOUR PROBLEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This happened some time ago. I was out with Jane and Shiny at Plaza Singapura. After walking around, we decided to have a sit and a drink. So we sat at this little cafeteria. There was this middle-aged, lady-like woman who was already present there, accompanied by two guys.

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh my god, she was so annoying!!&lt;/span&gt; I haven't seen anyone who just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stares at you for the whole time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What's her problem?!&lt;/span&gt; After she left, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;such a relief&lt;/span&gt;, Jane said maybe she just wants us to notice her branded bag. Then we gave each other that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'who cares?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kind of look. If she wants to carry a branded bag, couldn't she at least act like a sophisticated lady?
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/Picture2copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 342px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/Picture2copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-7386762159982274724?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7386762159982274724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=7386762159982274724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7386762159982274724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7386762159982274724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-your-problem.html' title='WHATS YOUR PROBLEM'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_Picture2copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-1307212678767266649</id><published>2008-12-28T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:00:20.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>FEELING HURT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I guess watching too much &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/house/"&gt;House&lt;/a&gt; makes you sarcastic just like the main character. Because i just went and offended someone. Someone who clicks with me, who shares similar tastes in movies with me, someone whom i always msn with.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;This past 2 months has seen a dramatic change in this relationship. No more movies, no more chats on msn. I understand he's busy, which explains the late sms replies. Whenever i say hi on msn, he says bye and goodnight. It's like im being avoided!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I thought, that he understood me, knowing that i can be sarcastic sometimes. I don't pull these jokes on people i don't consider as worthy, close friends. But i guess i was wrong. And maybe i'm being childish to be sulking and hurting and dwelling in this pain like an pathetic person. But i do know, that this is probably the only best solution for me to vent my frustrations without further injuring someone. Someone, who i clearly know, won't even bother that much, compared to me. Because, that's just him.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So, once again, if i offended anyone. I'M SORRY. I'll take note not to lash out any sarcasism from now on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-1307212678767266649?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1307212678767266649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=1307212678767266649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1307212678767266649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1307212678767266649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-hurt.html' title='FEELING HURT'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-3494079763956727949</id><published>2008-12-01T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:39:50.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>LESS WISDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My wisdom tooth is finally removed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darn tooth. &lt;/span&gt;Initially i was frightened when everyone else told me how bad it would be with the swelling, the excruciating pain and all that. But&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i felt nothing&lt;/span&gt;! My dentist took a long time putting anesthetic, even gave me anti-swelling pills and painkiller before she yanked it out.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All through the process she gave me instructions like move head right, lower jaw left. She also kept telling me to open my mouth wider. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, that 's already my max la.&lt;/span&gt; Then began the twisting process, which didn't take too long. Then it was yanked out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The dentist showed me the tooth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloody mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After that, I went back into Bishan's Junction 8 and walked around waiting for David. Since dbs bank was there, might as well get a supplementary card form. but i COULDN'T TALK with that cotton bud stuffed in my mouth! So i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;whipped out my handphone, &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt; typed in my request and &lt;/span&gt;showed the lady at the information counter. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Later, David arrived to get some photos developed. But the process takes 1 hour. So, we decided to get a drink at cafe cartel. The banana split took a long time, because they &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ran out of bananas &lt;/span&gt;and had to purchase at basement NTUC. I ate it, even with the cotton bud still there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on! The spoons were tiny, and besides ice-cream doesn't need chewing. Just concentrate on my right jaw la!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We went home after the photos were done to pick up my sis. Then we went to clementi to look for my bro. Sis ordered me a bowl of macaroni with soup. My bro and his wife looked at it and gave me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think you can eat &lt;/span&gt;kind of look. Aargh, i don't care! I just discarded my cotton in the washroom and finished my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;macaroni&lt;/span&gt;. After that, we had delicious &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rojak&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;^_&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-3494079763956727949?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3494079763956727949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=3494079763956727949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3494079763956727949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3494079763956727949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/12/less-wisdom.html' title='LESS WISDOM'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-122527496549933659</id><published>2008-12-01T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:46:29.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-U-N'/><title type='text'>BUSHISM</title><content type='html'>Bush is gone! Obama is here! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;, this beauty parlor in Paragon conveniently uses this political situation for their new poster. Haha! It really catches the eye.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/blogpics/DSC00247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 387px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/blogpics/DSC00247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/blogpics/DSC00246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 376px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/blogpics/DSC00246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-122527496549933659?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/122527496549933659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=122527496549933659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/122527496549933659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/122527496549933659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/12/bushism.html' title='BUSHISM'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/blogpics/th_DSC00247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-653867701787560479</id><published>2008-11-19T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:26:37.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musiQue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>A TREAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I watched a piano performance today! I didn't plan to watch it in the first place, since it's my regular weekday teaching nights. But since it's organized by our official board of examination, TCM Examinations Centre &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stands for Trinity College of Music,&lt;/span&gt; in collaboration with the Embassy of the Republic of Hungary in Singapore, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I get the night off from teaching&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So after teaching half day, I rushed over to meet my sis and grab a bite at Mcdonalds. Then we walked over to Victoria Concert Hall, met up with her hubby David and friends, and went in. Since I got my ticket later then them, I was seated elsewhere at the back. Guess what? I had the whole row to myself, which, David later asked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;if i sprawled accross for a nice nap&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

And i thought to myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how nice the organizers were&lt;/span&gt;, because they actually used a projector and videocam to capture his action on the keys. And this fella was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;!! He could go REALLY wild with his improvisations. He's young and he's got talent!
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/blogpics/DSC00242-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 499px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/blogpics/DSC00242-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Here's his official webpage, with videos of his performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.adamgyorgy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;http://www.adamgyorgy.com/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, David's brother, Michael apparently loved it so much, he bought the CD after the concert. He wanted the autograph too, but we were a bit &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt; discouraged when he saw the long queue. So in the end, i asked one of my colleague to help out and we left. I passed the CD back to David a few days later, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;after uploading the pieces on my mac&lt;/span&gt;. I'm listening to it now! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-653867701787560479?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/653867701787560479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=653867701787560479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/653867701787560479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/653867701787560479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-watched-piano-performance-today-i.html' title='A TREAT'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/blogpics/th_DSC00242-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-2181986915162623679</id><published>2008-11-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:01:50.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>wisdom tooth woe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Horrible week! There was a huge ulcer at the back of my  &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;jaw &lt;/span&gt;throat and my left jaw was swollen. So swollen that I couldn’t open my mouth wide!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I couldn’t even shove the  &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;spoon&lt;/span&gt; tablespoon in!  I tried, only to tire myself out in the end. My jaw muscles were so cramped I could only succeed in eating &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;half a bowl of porridge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Day 1 was the worst. Day 2 and Day 3 was a bit better, but that’s because I drank plenty of water, vitamin C drinks, cooling water and I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;put salt on my ulcer&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such excruciating pain!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; Every night my mouth went numb from all those doses of salt. I could only communicate with my housemates using my hand phone. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then on Saturday night I went to see the doctor.  I couldn’t stand eating all those starchy congee at parkway. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugh! &lt;/span&gt;Doctor said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It’s a tooth problem.&lt;/span&gt;, so he gave me painkillers and antiseptic gargle to recede he swell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-2181986915162623679?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2181986915162623679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=2181986915162623679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2181986915162623679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2181986915162623679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/11/wisdom-tooth-woe.html' title='wisdom tooth woe'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-8750586187720344484</id><published>2008-10-05T22:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:24:21.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAcaTION'/><title type='text'>bangkok trip 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I've gotten &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; lazy lately. I just don't feel like coming to my laptop and type it down. So now, finally, i'm back. Just this September, i went on a family vacation to Bangkok. It was fun, overall.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Once, in the evening, we were out shopping. As we stepped out of a shop, we were surprised to find &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; standing still in the streets. Somewhere nearby, public speakers were broadcasting their national anthem. Thais are so patriotic!

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;There was another time, we took the free hotel tuktuk(motorbike taxi) to the town centre. There was this western guy who came along. my sister asked where he was from, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he replied in perfect mandarin, “我来自美国。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I'm from America). &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;o_O&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Even i did something silly. My family all had a good laugh over it. Once, we went to the night market. I went another way and agreed to meet them somewhere else later. My sister sms-ed me saying they'll be at this little dessert cafe, but i didnt see any of them at the ground level. So i went upstairs. That's when i heard some lady rattling off in Thai. i couldn't understand, so i went on ahead and saw that the upstairs was actually, A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STORE ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So, when i came back down, everybody in the cafe was looking at me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;How was i supposed to know? I don't understand Thai!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then there was this interesting place where we had dinner, called the MK steamboat restaurant. The food was OK, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the crew was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/bangkokSept08/DSC00208.flv" width="448" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Royal Palace was an interesting place, too. Wind-Chime is attached to the roofs of the pagoda. (Not the spiky top, but i have no idea what that particular structure is called) So whenever the wind blew, the chimes sound, which makes the atmosphere so calm. I have to aplogize for this video footage. I used my new mobile handphone to capture it, and i did't know how to rotate it afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/bangkokSept08/DSC00218.flv" width="448" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a compiled little video i made from the Underwater World in Bangkok.
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;We were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lucky that we missed the protests&lt;/span&gt;. We almost got stuck in the highway on my departing day. The police showed up in time to inform us to use the other way. If not, we would have been stuck halfway where protestors blocked the road to the airport.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-8750586187720344484?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8750586187720344484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=8750586187720344484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8750586187720344484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8750586187720344484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-gotten-soooooo-lazy-lately.html' title='bangkok trip 2008'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-7550627726287801378</id><published>2008-09-27T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:30:52.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>WEDDING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yay! My sister's getting married! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To Sis:&lt;/span&gt; I'm soooooooo happy for you. Bless you!*hugz+muakz* So now you have something nice happening around the apartment, instead of putting up with this lil' piggy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;To David:&lt;/span&gt; Don't bully her, ok? Nah, you won't. I need a super strong ingredient just to pry u off each other.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*envious little piggy-look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feel free to move your mouse cursor over the slide for extra effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-7550627726287801378?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7550627726287801378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=7550627726287801378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7550627726287801378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7550627726287801378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-sisters-wedding.html' title='WEDDING!!!'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-6534212892922975691</id><published>2008-07-09T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:26:54.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take five</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, i've been busy lately. At the beginning, i discarded my old laptop so i was without laptop for some times. Then, since i don't have a laptop, might as well just cut the line and re-apply for internet later. Right now I'm busy packing, because I'm shifting. Hopefully, this blog will be up and running by August. &lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking a break.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-6534212892922975691?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6534212892922975691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=6534212892922975691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6534212892922975691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6534212892922975691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-five.html' title='take five'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-1960793138213165616</id><published>2008-05-27T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:12:34.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>Trip to East Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/blogpostcopycopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 561px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/blogpostcopycopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    May 11th was S's glorious birthday. So we decided to hang out at East Coast after work. After a feast at Beach Cabana, we each bought a beer bottle and walked along the sandy beach. Felt so goooood.^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-1960793138213165616?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1960793138213165616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=1960793138213165616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1960793138213165616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1960793138213165616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-east-coast.html' title='Trip to East Coast'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_blogpostcopycopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-7649973597545518146</id><published>2008-05-18T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:12:34.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-U-N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>猪猫记（一） //The Pig-Cat Journal no.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 479px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/comic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-7649973597545518146?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7649973597545518146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=7649973597545518146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7649973597545518146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7649973597545518146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/05/pig-cat-journal-no1.html' title='猪猫记（一） //The Pig-Cat Journal no.1'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_comic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-8281680280925273599</id><published>2008-04-30T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:12:34.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>Moo</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine said he was very tired from work. He felt like he was working like a bull, so he asked me to draw one.  But i think it looks more like a cow. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=P &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;(Sorry-la, H,  I guess I need a bit more practicing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/bull2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/bull2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-8281680280925273599?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8281680280925273599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=8281680280925273599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8281680280925273599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8281680280925273599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/04/moo.html' title='Moo'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_bull2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-4305264257645513564</id><published>2008-04-28T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:12:34.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>the image uploader is fixed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/test2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/test2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 288px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/ironpiggy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-5624606358994511616?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5624606358994511616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=5624606358994511616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5624606358994511616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5624606358994511616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-sister-bought-very-heavy-iron.html' title='my iron is made of iron'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_ironpiggy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-1117932854225304193</id><published>2008-04-11T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:12:34.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>suffering from insomnia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/slppiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/mse1-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-6495756687843650966?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6495756687843650966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=6495756687843650966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6495756687843650966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6495756687843650966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/student-reports-due-this-week.html' title='student reports due this week!!'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_mse1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-1690969697378544598</id><published>2008-03-25T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:48:43.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HDB appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Today is appointment with HDB (Housing &amp;amp; Development Board) and lawyer parties. &lt;s&gt;Me and my sis&lt;/s&gt; My sister and I got up early and took a bus to Toa Payoh HUB area. It’s my first time there. My sister used to live there when she was studying, so she introduced me around. The red cobbled pavement seemed rather old, but I think it’s rather nice because there’s plenty of shops and hawker food centers. She points to this lonely tall building in the distance and told me people used to &lt;s&gt;love &lt;/s&gt;commit suicide by jumping off that building. Then I asked, “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;How come&lt;/span&gt;?” She replied, “&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It was the only tallest building then.&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;    We had a brief breakfast of mushroom and minced meat noodle and headed for the HDB office. Joanna, our housing agent was already there and we waited for our queue number. There were quite a number of people there at the waiting hall. After the officer verified our important documents, we waited for our next procedure. We noticed that it took much longer than usual this time until the buyer’s agent asked about it. Then Joanna was called in via her handphone. (Our number did not show up on the screen) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; Inside the small cubicle office, another officer briefed both parties, the buyer and seller on the rules and regulations of the flat. Another date is set for both parties to pass the keys to the buyer in May. It went past smoothly after all documents were signed. We then moved up to the law firm PKWD. I had an eye opener while I was waiting out there. There was this couple from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with a baby and a little boy. While the husband was reading on the newspaper, the wife was &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;breastfeeding in plain sight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Couldn’t she get a room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;or go to the toilet instead&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Later, we were asked to wait in this room for the lawyer’s secretary. I really salute this Indian girl. She speaks English, Mandarin and Hokkien! &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I wonder if she knows Malay as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Halfway through our appointment, we heard a commotion from outside. Someone was already impatient from waiting. She(Some Lady) ignored the administrative staff and rushes into the office without consent. Then she raises her voice demanding the firm to speed things up. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Jeez, maybe she should try the queue in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;          After signing all the relevant documents, my sister left for her lunch as she had to rush back to her office for a meeting. Me and Joanna went to the Architectural department to request for the floor plan of the new flat. Then after lunch, we parted. I almost wanted to take the cab home since I couldn’t find my bus. All the buses at the interchange do not go to my area. So I retraced my steps. When I went past this clump of trees I walked up to it and took a peep. There were a few people praying there to a dark statue of Kuan Yin Goddess. A large golden incense pot was placed in front her. I continued further on, trying to recall where I dropped off this morning. I almost wanted to give up and take the cab home. Then I spotted the bus-stop. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I was already raining when I reached home. But I think it’s still better than yesterday’s. I had to wad through a huge puddle of water before I could even reach the first floor of my flat. My feet were all drenched. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;        I decided to make some herbal chicken soup for dinner. But strangely enough, I think there &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;were&lt;/s&gt; was too much herbs. It covered all the chicken taste. &lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Damn, spoiled the soup.&lt;/i&gt; So I dropped in &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; one cube of chicken stock to save it. It looked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;VERY BLACK &lt;/span&gt;in the end, like Chinese medicine. &lt;i style=""&gt;But it was still acceptable la.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-1690969697378544598?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1690969697378544598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=1690969697378544598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1690969697378544598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1690969697378544598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/hdb-appointment.html' title='HDB appointment'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-4263530776779611308</id><published>2008-03-24T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:47:27.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>Eventful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;My blasted &lt;s&gt;HDD&lt;/s&gt; external hard disk drive is not working. So I went over to the Challenger outlet in Funan Digital Mall in hopes of getting it fixed using the warranty card. While I was waiting, this Indian lady &lt;s style=""&gt;jumped queue and&lt;/s&gt; went straight to the counter and asked her stuff be returned. The technician &lt;s&gt;and&lt;/s&gt; at the counter asked her to get a queue number first, which she rejected, saying that she just wants the stuff back then leave. So the guy got it for her, but when he asked her for ID, she refused to show it to him. Then a quarrel ensued. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Could you please take a queue number first? The other   customers are waiting. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;Lady:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;I just want to take back my stuff. Then I’ll leave.   There’s no need to take a queue&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;number.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;……….. OK. I’ll get it for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 6.15in;" valign="top" width="590"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon   he returns with a paper and a box. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Ma’am, may I have your receipt please?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;Lady:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;*irritated* I don’t have the receipt. It’s with you.   Everything is with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;May I take a look at your ID?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;Lady:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;*very irritated and raising her voice* Why do you need   my ID?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;I’m sorry I can’t just pass it to you. I need your ID.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 6.15in;" valign="top" width="590"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At   this point everyone in the room was watching the show. So the guy’s colleague   at the booth next door poked in to help&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;Lady:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;If you can’t fix it could you just return it? All   receipts are with you! There’s nothing to prove!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Guy 2:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;I’m sorry ma’am. This paper states that this (stuff)   was sent in it by someone else. We need to verify it before we release it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 0.7in;" valign="top" width="67"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;Lady:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 5.45in;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;I’ll make a call (on her handphone).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t hear the rest because it was my turn already. I think she left soon afterwards while I was still sitting at the booth. But what’s the big deal? Showing your ID won’t kill you, right? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here’s my story &lt;s&gt;from my part&lt;/s&gt; from here onwards. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 50.8pt;" valign="top" width="68"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Guy 3:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 392pt;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Ok. I’ll send this in and ask for replacement. Estimate   waiting time would be around 3 weeks. But let me just tell you that this   AchievE company does only hardware. They don’t provide recovery of the disk’s   information.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 50.8pt;" valign="top" width="68"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;Vennee:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 392pt;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;( &lt;i style=""&gt;WHAT THE F***?!   Great. Now my sister is going to ‘skin’ me alive. All her photographs are   inside( it)!! &lt;s&gt;And&lt;/s&gt; There’s no backup!!)&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Is there no way to retrieve the information?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 50.8pt;" valign="top" width="68"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Guy 3:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 392pt;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 50.8pt;" valign="top" width="68"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;Vennee:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 392pt;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;But my photos are all inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 50.8pt;" valign="top" width="68"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Guy 3:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 392pt;" valign="top" width="523"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 204);"&gt;Oh….. Maybe I’ll try asking and see if it’s possible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 6.15in;" valign="top" width="590"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He   then writes down customer’s request on the form, stating that customer has   important information inside and asks for recovery.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;My mood was totally ruined that day. So I &lt;s&gt;called up&lt;/s&gt; SMS Jane and dragged myself to Novena. Too bad I didn’t notice her SMS before I arrived at her place. She actually asked me to buy a big bottle of Coke on the way. Apparently she had whisky to go with it to help cure my mood. &lt;i style=""&gt;Ugh! If only I’ve noticed it earlier.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I had home cooked fried noodle at her place.&lt;i style=""&gt; Yumm. &lt;/i&gt;After some chit chat I felt much better already. Then I took out my MP3 and we &lt;s&gt;started&lt;/s&gt; exchanged music. &lt;i style=""&gt;Thanks Jane! *muak*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After her shower, I accompanied her to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;United Square&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; shopping mall. There we bought some stationeries from Popular and sipped Mango smoothies. Then Jane asked if I wanted to learn scuba diving in June holidays. But I wasn’t really good at swimming, so she offered to teach me at her apartment’s swimming pool. &lt;i style=""&gt;Yay! &lt;/i&gt;But then our holidays don’t coincide. &lt;i style=""&gt;Awww… shucks!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;*pout*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-4263530776779611308?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4263530776779611308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=4263530776779611308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4263530776779611308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4263530776779611308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/eventful-day.html' title='Eventful Day'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-6884043003437153760</id><published>2008-03-15T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:39:39.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I am so tired. I do not want to live a life staying at home, doing only things related to my work. What kind of life is that? I cannot accept it. I can’t! I’ve had enough. There is so much out there to explore, new things to experience, new people to meet; why can’t she see? Why does she try to squeeze me into a lifestyle that I hate and despise!?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It saddens me so much to have heard those things she said. After so many years, she still cannot trust me. After so many years, is that how she evaluates me??
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My heart bled that night, so did my eyes…

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs5/300W/i/2004/338/3/8/CrYiNg_In_A_cOrNeR_by_SpAzZnaticShuRIken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs5/300W/i/2004/338/3/8/CrYiNg_In_A_cOrNeR_by_SpAzZnaticShuRIken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credits to: &lt;a href="http://spazznaticshuriken.deviantart.com/"&gt;*spazznaticshuriken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs5/300W/i/2004/338/3/8/CrYiNg_In_A_cOrNeR_by_SpAzZnaticShuRIken.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/a&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/30267072-6884043003437153760?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6884043003437153760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=6884043003437153760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6884043003437153760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6884043003437153760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-915894055668852104</id><published>2008-03-10T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:23:14.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Last night I took another long journey home. I always dread when I think of it. Imagine sitting in a bus for &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;eight hours&lt;/b&gt; just to reach &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. If only &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has the high speed rail that travels at 750km/h. Traveling around &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; would be so fast and easy. &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There was an unusual jam at the borders of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;i style=""&gt;Thanks to Mat Selamat.&lt;/i&gt; All bus lanes were closed except for one. All the bus drivers had to wait for their turn to unload the passengers. Then male passengers were asked to step aside before entering the building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;The most important thing is&lt;/s&gt; I arrived safely home at 6 in the morning. Then I spent the whole afternoon playing on my old piano. &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Syok!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then when evening came I tagged along with my mum to aerobics class. I’ll sure get muscle ache tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-915894055668852104?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/915894055668852104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=915894055668852104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/915894055668852104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/915894055668852104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-8140859898655218027</id><published>2008-03-05T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:45:35.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>Bible stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;   Hi, guys. I’m still compiling my Chinese New Year photos, so I thought maybe I’ll &lt;s&gt;scribble&lt;/s&gt; mumble something here instead. Recently I’ve been going for movies for 2 consecutive Sundays after I finish work. If &lt;s&gt;it’s&lt;/s&gt; not, then its dinner with Shuang and Hong Huei on Saturdays&lt;i style=""&gt;. I noticed&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;I’ve been hanging around with them a lot lately. =P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;   Two weeks ago, I went for a movie with Hong Huei. Before the show, &lt;s&gt;As we were&lt;/s&gt; we chewed away on our Burger King meal while watching some old trailers. The trailer of &lt;a href="http://www.goldencompassmovie.com/"&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/a&gt; reminded me, that I haven’t finished reading &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Amber_Spyglass"&gt;book 3&lt;/a&gt; of the trilogy. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northern_Lights_%28novel%29"&gt;Book 1&lt;/a&gt; was similar with the movie. &lt;i style=""&gt;I still prefer the book though. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Subtle_Knife"&gt;Book 2&lt;/a&gt; onwards started to become Bible-like. It has a very strong connection with the Bible story: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_and_eve"&gt;Adam and Eve&lt;/a&gt;. Hong Huei, who never saw the film wondered what the story was about. “Maybe I’ll ask my Christian colleague.” he said. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    Then the following Saturday, Hong Huei narrated the story to me and Shuang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    After God created the world; he created Adam, the first &lt;s&gt;human&lt;/s&gt; man to govern over HIS creation, mainly the Garden of Eden. Later, God created a companion for Adam. She was Eve, the first woman, crafted from one of Adam’s rib. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Ouch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;    In this Garden, there was a tree. God forbade Adam and Eve to touch its fruits. Then one day, Satan, disguised as a serpent, lured Eve to try its fruits. He told her that she would turn as wise as God after eating its fruits. So Eve ate the fruit, and gave another to Adam. This part of the story is believed that that’s how sin came into our world. When God found out, he banished Adam and Eve away from the Garden of Eden. And they subsequently became the first humans to populate the earth. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    Then Hong Huei was wondering, why would God create something and put it there in the Garden, if it’s forbidden? But then, there &lt;b style=""&gt;is &lt;/b&gt;no answer to these questions.^^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;  Now I’m looking forward to his next story telling—how did Satan came about? =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-8140859898655218027?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8140859898655218027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=8140859898655218027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8140859898655218027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8140859898655218027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/bilbe-stories-pt1.html' title='Bible stories'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-3408785492330360625</id><published>2008-01-10T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:58:28.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAcaTION'/><title type='text'>Xmas 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid188.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fz88%2Fmoonelvenstar%2Fvietnam2007%2F0745999d.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream188.photobucket.com" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-3408785492330360625?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3408785492330360625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=3408785492330360625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3408785492330360625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3408785492330360625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/02/xmas-2007.html' title='Xmas 2007'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-6312310320045671435</id><published>2007-12-23T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:12:34.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>Paint work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/MAMAELEPHANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/MAMAELEPHANT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mama Elephant








&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/BABYELEPHANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/BABYELEPHANT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/BABYELEPHANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Baby Elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-6312310320045671435?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6312310320045671435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=6312310320045671435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6312310320045671435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6312310320045671435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/12/paint-work.html' title='Paint work'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_MAMAELEPHANT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-4626488782406208039</id><published>2007-12-11T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:51:03.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOODelicious'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Sis took leave from work today, and together we ventured out to Vivocity at Harbour Front. We tried to secure seats for &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/enchanted/"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Enchanted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the movie in the first place, but failed. So sis suggested we watch &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.heartbreakkidmovie.com/"&gt;The Heartbreak Kid&lt;/a&gt; instead. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;
&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We went &lt;s&gt;and grab a bite&lt;/s&gt; for a meal first before the show, at this &lt;a href="http://www.brotzeit1516.com/"&gt;Brotzeit German Beer Bar and Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;. On flipping over the menu I could hardly understand all the German terms. Luckily the fo&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;od descriptions were in English. I let sis make the decisions, since she’s been here before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;She ordered Würstelplatte, a genuine sausage platter with a variety of sausages such as chicken and pork cheese cracker sausage, spicy chicken sausage, lamb sausage, garlic sausage and something called weisswurt sausage. The dish was served with three different sauces; the sweet mustard, spicy mustard(which surprisingly was &lt;i style=""&gt;not spicy&lt;/i&gt; at all) and chilly sauce.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was absolutely heavenly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2071/1667581348_a2693accb0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2071/1667581348_a2693accb0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Picture taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.foodieparadise.sg/?p=143"&gt;Food Paradise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;. I highly recommend this website to those fellow  Singaporeans who love food.  ^^ &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-4626488782406208039?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4626488782406208039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=4626488782406208039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4626488782406208039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4626488782406208039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/12/sister-took-leave-from-work-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-4557294734852140420</id><published>2007-11-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:51:03.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOODelicious'/><title type='text'>Brewerkz trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brewerkz.com/images/banner_main_right1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.brewerkz.com/images/banner_main_right1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;    Bro decided to take father out and try out this &lt;a href="http://www.brewerkz.com/index.htm"&gt;Brewerkz&lt;/a&gt; at Clarke Quay. This particular area is dotted with jazz bars, bistro and western diners. Westerners especially love it for its riverside view. Anyway, back to this place. Besides all kinds of beer that you can try out, there's burgers and steaks as well. Tastes great.^^ But i advice ladies to share your plate though, because the portion's quite big. I couldn't finish mine and had to take away.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The above photo is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT BY ME&lt;/span&gt;. It belongs to the &lt;a href="http://www.brewerkz.com/index.htm"&gt;Brewerkz&lt;/a&gt; website. Click on the word for more information. You could have a birthday party there, too!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-4557294734852140420?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4557294734852140420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=4557294734852140420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4557294734852140420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4557294734852140420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/11/brewerkz-trip.html' title='Brewerkz trip'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-2500063371921728209</id><published>2007-11-17T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:40:27.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOODelicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>ConvocatioN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=30267072&amp;amp;postID=2500063371921728209"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=30267072&amp;amp;postID=2500063371921728209" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            Finally, after waiting for one whole year I get to wear my academic dress and receive my &lt;b style=""&gt;hard-earned&lt;/b&gt; bachelor certificate. I can’t state exactly how happy and excited it felt. I was rather worried if I’ll ever be able to sleep on the night before! Luckily I DID &lt;s&gt;get some sleep&lt;/s&gt;. Hehe….  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The day started with having lunch at Ding Tai Fung. I set out with my brother and his wife (&lt;i style=""&gt;yesterday’s newly-wed) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in a cab. My sister and parents took another. Our cab took us to Wisma Atria at &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;, only to find my parents and sister missing. Apparently, we went to the wrong branch. &lt;i style=""&gt;*slap forehead* &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Paragon’s Ding Tai Fung was evidently much bigger. There we had a sumptuous meal. &lt;i style=""&gt;Thank you so much, sis&lt;/i&gt;. And below are the delicious hairy crabs, the last course in our meal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t they just make you drool?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/grad17nov2007/IMG_2490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/grad17nov2007/IMG_2490.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=290225&amp;amp;id=725272711"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=290225&amp;amp;id=725272711" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Then, we went over to the Esplanade for a photo shoot. My sister was so kind to ask her friend’s hubby, a free-lance photographer to take some family photos outside the studio. It felt fresh &lt;s&gt;feeling&lt;/s&gt;, because most family photos of graduates are taken in the studio, with dull backgrounds. Taking outdoor is &lt;s&gt;one-of-a-kind&lt;/s&gt; fun!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only setback was the cloudy sky. Sigh…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;We took several family photos from different angles. He also caught single shots of me. By the end of the whole process I was sweating like a bull. I felt cooked under the academic dress. How could Harry Potter stand it?!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/grad17nov2007/DSC_4864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/grad17nov2007/DSC_4864.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;When evening came, we head over to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Shenton Way&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;’s Chinese Orchestra Concert Hall. It felt so good to see everyone again, we couldn’t stop taking photos! In the hall, the ceremony passed by rather quickly. I felt so nervous when I walked up the stage, I totally forgot to duff to the Head of the Arts department. =P (&lt;s&gt;who announced our names in the quirkiest way&lt;/s&gt;) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I walked straight towards the Chancellor, shook his hands, smiled at the photographer and stepped down the stage. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And then guess what? They misspell my name &lt;b style=""&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt; on my certificate. Now I have to write to them and request another one. Why don’t they &lt;b style=""&gt;EVER&lt;/b&gt; listen?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been like this ever since my first semester. Sigh…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After the ceremony, refreshments were given to ease our tummys. Then graduates were asked to re-enter the hall for the faculty photo with the ‘big people’. Our music faculty even had our ‘toss-the-cap’ photo session taken by each of our individual ‘photographers’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Congrats everyone!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/grad17nov2007/DSC04107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/grad17nov2007/DSC04107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;My sister took me and my parents for dinner at this little place that reminded me of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. It was a rather old building with half the tables set outside. We sat outside and enjoyed a simple meal. The specialty was a kind of clamshell animal called the bamboo clam. It was my first try. I thought it looked rather special, its shell was shape in a rectangular, just like the bamboo. The meat’s texture was a bit like the squid, but a little softer. We ate it with oyster sauce and garlic. Yum! &lt;i style=""&gt;Sorry, I forgot to take pictures of this one. =P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-2500063371921728209?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2500063371921728209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=2500063371921728209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2500063371921728209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2500063371921728209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/11/convocation.html' title='ConvocatioN'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/grad17nov2007/th_IMG_2489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-5033548697767881625</id><published>2007-11-15T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:05:13.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musiQue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>beer + beethoven = ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    I am so yearning for a holiday, I guess my impatience lead me to stay out of the house most of the time.^^ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Last week while everyone was enjoying their Deepavali public holiday, we teachers had to teach as usual. But I decided to start early and end early that day. Then my friend called me and asked if I wanted to catch the movie, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Lions For Lambs&lt;/span&gt; that night. Unfortunately, since it was the opening screen day, by the time we wanted to choose our sitting, only the first row was left. It will definitely leave us with headaches. So we head out for a drink instead. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went to this cozy little bar and sat down to listen to a guitar-voice duo as they sing away to pop songs. Whenever the singing got too loud, we stopped chatting momentarily and turned to our beer instead. Wanna know how many bottles I had in the end? One. My friend drank &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; bottles and he was still &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;pretty much sober&lt;/span&gt;. He’s a real pro, man!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Then yesterday, I and another friend went to Werkz Photography to pick up our bachelor’s robe. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Convocation’s this Saturday. So excited!!!! =P )&lt;/span&gt; The shop was at Little India, since Bugis was just next door, we decided to head to Bugis for some shopping as well. That’s when I got myself 2 belts. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*feeling a bit guilty*&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    After the shopping we went to NUS for a free chamber concert. Too bad the program was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL VIOLIN SONATAS&lt;/span&gt;. Some more they’re &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;all Beethoven with only one Mozart&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh…. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-5033548697767881625?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5033548697767881625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=5033548697767881625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5033548697767881625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5033548697767881625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/11/beer-beethoven.html' title='beer + beethoven = ?'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-7848449437842845682</id><published>2007-11-14T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:54:00.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-U-N'/><title type='text'>tagged...yet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I’ve been tagged!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR:&lt;/strong&gt;

(a) unlimited cash. &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;MUAHAHA!!!

&lt;/span&gt;(b) Apple iPhone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*drool*
&lt;/span&gt;
(c) Dell Laptop and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;MIDI&lt;/st1:place&gt; cables
&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Eh…enough already la. I can’t think of anymore. Unless….
&lt;/span&gt;
(d) Electric violin

(e) free drum lessons&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Not desperate though. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIST OUT THE REASONS FOR YOUR CHOICES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;(a) Oh come on, no need me to elaborate right? I can be my own boss, go tour anywhere, buy sports cars, etc&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;(b) Need to change my phone. Plus, its cool!
(c) My BenQ is old. They don’t even have this series anymore! CD-ROM only plays discs when it feels like it. But at least it’s still usable compared to Jane’s ^^ With &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;MIDI&lt;/st1:place&gt; cables I can make my own music without the hassle of notating note to note! &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;(d) So I can &lt;i style=""&gt;syok sendiri&lt;/i&gt; and imagine myself as Vanessa Mae =P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;(e) So I can exercise my brain plus have fun with a band^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS:&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;a href="http://chebehexpression.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt; aka chebehjane aka ja-neh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;(a)&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;straightforward&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*very*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;(b) trustworthy
(c) food lover&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;(d) helpful
(e) spontaneous&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;fetch me and Mandy home from college. Bring us everywhere in KL^^ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOST LOVED INVENTION&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Em…..mp3 players? Or should it be music?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU DESPISE THE MOST:&lt;/strong&gt;
I think it should be inhaling 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;-hand smoke.
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So smokers out there, please don’t smoke in front of me, thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-7848449437842845682?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7848449437842845682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=7848449437842845682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7848449437842845682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7848449437842845682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/11/taggedyet-again.html' title='tagged...yet again'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-6671861679089708082</id><published>2007-11-06T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:56:29.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>why am i human?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/344/7/0/6th_ID___confusion_by_GlassWind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 444px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/344/7/0/6th_ID___confusion_by_GlassWind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Men are strange creatures. They’re adaptable, or should I say unpredictable? In the course of one’s life, some undertakings might occur resulting in the change of one’s character. That is how one learns. When fallen, one picks himself up and proceeds on down the course of one’s life. Only, his life would now seem different.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I have friends. Everybody had friends. But how truly do I understand them? Now that’s a tricky question. I can say I’m best friends with this particular person and yet, he might still surprise you. Let’s take it from another point of view. What if the changed person is actually you? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I know someone who recently confessed that she is not herself. She is overly stretched, and plans to revert back to her old self. I shudder to think what her old self would be. I have no idea. In fact, I found it quite scary. I was beginning to like this new character of hers, the one that I recently stumbled across. Hopefully, I will still be able to accept the original, unpretentious her when the time comes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;credits to &lt;a href="http://glasswind.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;*Glasswind&lt;/a&gt;
ps. you MUST check out his artwork on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantart&lt;/a&gt;. They're really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-6671861679089708082?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6671861679089708082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=6671861679089708082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6671861679089708082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6671861679089708082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-i-human.html' title='why am i human?'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-6129571100702771397</id><published>2007-10-12T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:03:25.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>小幸福</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;今天一大早就被可恶的大姐吵醒，还问我要不要吃早餐。
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*生气*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;



&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我朦朦胧胧拿起手机想看时间。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;什么？才七点半！妈的！我还想赖床哩。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;仔细看一下手机……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;咦？怎么会有一通讯息？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;心想： 该不会是公司打来的吧？一大早打讯息一定不会是好事！
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;*冒汗*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;打开信箱后才发觉，原来是朋友在半夜所发的讯息。内容只有两个数字——99。顿时有“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;咋到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ”的感觉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;不过，有这么一个短短的讯息，心里就已充满了温馨。总觉得, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;人生有这么一点的小幸福，也值得珍惜、留念。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-6129571100702771397?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6129571100702771397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=6129571100702771397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6129571100702771397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6129571100702771397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_12.html' title='小幸福'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-2159822271554194333</id><published>2007-10-09T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:08:44.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>镜子</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;最近变得好懒。糊里糊涂的，又过了一个月。续学校的表演后，虽然日子恢复原来的教琴生活，但不知为什么，总觉得好累。好期待下一个悠闲的长假啊！

以下是无聊人乱写的作品：


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;某天晚上，我接触了一面闪亮的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;镜子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;，
&lt;br&gt;把 “ 我 ” 赤裸裸地展现出来。

&lt;bR&gt;虽然我不知道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;镜子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;的后面隐藏着什么，&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;但有一件事我非常清楚：&lt;br&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;它&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;，果然是一面非常闪亮的镜子。&lt;br&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;它&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;，照亮了“ 我 ”。&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;

它&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;，启发了“ 我 ”。&lt;br&gt;

我想，我这辈子也无法找到如此的一面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;镜子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-2159822271554194333?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2159822271554194333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=2159822271554194333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2159822271554194333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2159822271554194333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='镜子'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-8444157715181087567</id><published>2007-09-25T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:54:00.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-U-N'/><title type='text'>Funny Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;These past few weeks have been a bore. Nothing out of ordinary happened. For some reason I’m feeling stretched. I definitely yearn for a holiday. Sigh…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Just this morning while having breakfast with my sister I recalled this bizarre incident I saw a few weeks ago. That day, after one day of outing with friends, I was at City Hall MRT station. I noticed this young lady in T-shirt and jeans leaning against the glass frame. She had short, boyish haircut. While her left hand held a novel, her right hand was absently caressing her hair. I didn’t pay too much attention to her in the first place. I too play with my hair sometimes. I twist the strands while I do revision. But I soon noticed her movements were more than a simple. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Remember monkeys have the habit of searching for lice on each other’s back and subsequently eat the lice?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, this girl had the habit of &lt;i style=""&gt;pulling out her short hair strands and stuffing them into her mouth to &lt;b style=""&gt;chew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. No wonder she was balding on certain parts of her head. =P &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-8444157715181087567?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8444157715181087567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=8444157715181087567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8444157715181087567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8444157715181087567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-incident.html' title='Funny Incident'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-1052125054376800024</id><published>2007-09-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:58:50.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOODelicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>Angus Steakhouse</title><content type='html'>Over 20 years ago, on this auspicious night, I was born. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Muahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Unfortunately, I have work today. But at least it’s not the usual work day from morning to evening. Today is the second full-house rehearsal for the school concert, and it’s in the afternoon. The rehearsal was held at one of the branches which has a recital room and a grand piano inside. The room was small though, so there was not enough space for everyone. After the rehearsal and briefing, I rushed over to Takashimaya to meet my siblings. Tonight, I’ll be having steak, a special treat by my siblings. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The Angus restaurant in Takashimaya is actually a bistro. Yellow, dim lights create a romantic atmosphere, added by candles on each table. We ordered sets, except my sister. Each portion might be small, but by the time we finish every course we were all very full and satisfied. The only thing I didn’t like was the Fruit Punch. It was essentially a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;sugar drink&lt;/span&gt; so sweet that I felt like I’ll be diabetic after one glass. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I kept pouring in water to dilute it. =P Some of you might think: what am I thinking having fruit punches in a bistro?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I don’t really like alcohol.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt; Fruit juices are fine with me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Halfway through the meal, the birthday song was played by the piano. I meant ‘&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;played by the piano&lt;/i&gt;’ because it’s actually a digital upright piano which the piano keys go down on it’s own throughout the music. Imagine a ghost playing a birthday song for me. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, feast your eyes on them!!!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Sorry for the bad quality of the pictures, they were taken using handphone.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/Image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My first try on medium-done beef steak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/Image001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/Image005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After dinner, we went home to cut up the cake bought the night before. Courtesy of my dear brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2279.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks you sooooo much, my dear, dear siblings. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*muakz*&lt;/span&gt; Love you so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-1052125054376800024?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1052125054376800024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=1052125054376800024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1052125054376800024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1052125054376800024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/09/angus-steakhouse.html' title='Angus Steakhouse'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-1024344119624882948</id><published>2007-08-25T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:00:06.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>thrown back into REALITY</title><content type='html'>Sigh…why do happy hours move so fast? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I am back in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, back to the average &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;white collar society of pressure and deceit&lt;/span&gt;. (I haven’t been through that yet.^^) Now that I’m back, I’m starting to regret taking leave for this &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; trip. That’s because now I’m struggling to do replacements. &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Its’ difficult to juggle your time with the parents’ time. Oh well, not everything works out the way you hope they would. It was my own decision to go on a vacation, so now I’ll have to face the consequences. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*makes a wry face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Nowadays all teachers are busy with rehearsals for the upcoming student concert. This year is my first involvement with this concert. The theme was already set before we teachers start work, so each item will be sorted out to different teachers. So…wish me luck.^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-1024344119624882948?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1024344119624882948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=1024344119624882948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1024344119624882948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1024344119624882948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/08/thrown-back-into-reality.html' title='thrown back into REALITY'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-5566256203424972209</id><published>2007-08-12T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:00:45.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAcaTION'/><title type='text'>hot summer in Taiwan : day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0agCMHYQcNRepbUUlZyLizysAFcC%21ddKNFoZnjYgjfqEfGEErJFWdoijMowqvx2IUmQW9g5Ld2XUUgVEAZ4UwJJscMA2fZM53Dek4EQMa*ZKZaC0Y%21E5lXwZI6dPh9MfnzmsouE%21flETwze*ly32e*BlhnfRaYlxF/IMG_0072.JPG?dc=4675639312248472406"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0agCMHYQcNRepbUUlZyLizysAFcC%21ddKNFoZnjYgjfqEfGEErJFWdoijMowqvx2IUmQW9g5Ld2XUUgVEAZ4UwJJscMA2fZM53Dek4EQMa*ZKZaC0Y%21E5lXwZI6dPh9MfnzmsouE%21flETwze*ly32e*BlhnfRaYlxF/IMG_0072.JPG?dc=4675639312248472406" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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This particular day, the entire Chen family set off to a hot spring vacation inn at &lt;span&gt;苗栗&lt;/span&gt;县(&lt;span&gt;MiaoLi&lt;/span&gt; district).   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was like a tour group, with 9 families from 3 generations. Each family drove a car and meet up at the holiday inn. Unfortunately, it rained the whole day because of typhoon. A hot summer vacation turned into a wet, wet day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevertheless, it was still an interesting trip. Before we checked in the inn, we went for lunch at a secluded Hakka restaurant. It was hidden inside the housing areas along narrow, winding roads. To tell the truth, we would not have known the place if it wasn’t suggested by one of our relative’s friend. There were a lot of dishes; some were rare, like sour pig intestines(which I dislike). But the others were nice. The dessert was exceptionally tasty and out of ordinary. Its actually mashed sweet potato covered by a thick layer of sweet black glutinous rice. It was warm, compared to most desserts. I really loved it.^^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0agAsHIocfBmpbUUlZyLizw0*AwhXz53qAsIddF5g5thry86nePI1NuOE8OG0gg4FefgqLDv4Wimc93SbKDbRLSLPMYeHeFBBx0ArWcQgF7T4y6oqtMowNIGE4JyQn6XzGI9i4UYnHhBNAj7a7TKp01WyfrdLaEqZ/IMG_0087.JPG?dc=4675639311445743019"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0agAsHIocfBmpbUUlZyLizw0*AwhXz53qAsIddF5g5thry86nePI1NuOE8OG0gg4FefgqLDv4Wimc93SbKDbRLSLPMYeHeFBBx0ArWcQgF7T4y6oqtMowNIGE4JyQn6XzGI9i4UYnHhBNAj7a7TKp01WyfrdLaEqZ/IMG_0087.JPG?dc=4675639311445743019" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the meal we checked in at the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.zen-inn.com.tw/"&gt;大湖云庄 &lt;/a&gt;(Zenn Inn). It was my first time going to a holiday inn. The place was like a garden, with individual huts such as restaurant, gift house, coffee house, etc spread all over the place. Each hut is given cute names like 巧克力屋(Chocolate House). Stone pavements lead further down to the lodgings. These lodgings are modern designs for comfort. Each house is 3 storeys. The lower level is a twin-sharing bedroom with a semi-open spa pool. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The pool overlooks the see-through rooftop so you can enjoy the starry night sky.&lt;/span&gt; The mini pool is made of dark stones, which emit a serene feel. I think it’s a cool design. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upstairs, is the 2-level lodging for 4 or more people, like my family.^^ It’s less romantic than the downstairs room. The main idea was a family-style hotel room, with an overlarge bathtub to soak ourselves in. =P &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2188.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only eerie thing I felt was the huge glass wall in the bathroom. I wonder if anyone would soak with the blinds rolled-up. But anyway, maybe the effect was to allow plenty of lights in, which cheers up the place.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2182.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the late afternoon, we set out to the Forest Reservation Centre for short movie clips on the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Protected&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Forest&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. In the summer, the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Forest&lt;/st1:place&gt; is opened for trekking. But nowadays it’s closed due to the wet weather. We saw 2 movie clips on the park and on the protected animals of the forest. Then during dinnertime, we went up to the restaurant. We booked the top hall level and made a huge din. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;That night I experienced the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hot spring bathtub spa&lt;/span&gt;. The water was pale blue and had a faint odour. Perhaps it was the sulfur commonly found in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;hot springs&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I heard they’re good to soak in; though I haven’t really did any research on it. =P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;The next day, we had breakfast at the 巧克力屋(Chocolate house). I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; the place. The walls are painted in trees and birds. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Teddy bears&lt;/span&gt; adorn the whole place. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would love to have breakfast outside under the willow trees, but it was raining—as usual. Breakfast was ham, bread and butter, and scrambled eggs. When you’re done, the waitress would ask if you would like coffee or tea served with a slice of biscuit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2178.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/IMG_2176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;We left for home shortly after breakfast. Even though the weather was raining the whole day, it was still a worthwhile trip. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;stupid typhoon!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-5566256203424972209?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5566256203424972209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=5566256203424972209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5566256203424972209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5566256203424972209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/08/hot-summer-in-taiwan-day-3.html' title='hot summer in Taiwan : day 3'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-8035380440692466886</id><published>2007-08-10T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:04.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAcaTION'/><title type='text'>hot summer in Taiwan: day 2</title><content type='html'>Today we set off for Taichung, one of the big cities in Taiwan. Dad brought the family to visit his old friend from University. His friend's father, Wang Shui He, actively participated in many building and advertisement designs years ago. Now he is retired and spends his days, painting and sculpting. He brought us around his 8-storey building to see his painting and sculptures. Here, the family lives and work together.

&lt;p&gt;I do not know much of dad's friends. But this old man struck me as how determined and lively he is. He may be&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; 80 years old&lt;/span&gt; already, but even after a surgery to remove his throat tumor, he is still actively painting. Whenever he talks, his voice sounded deflated. When he needs to talk louder, he takes out a special pipe, presses it against his throat and speak. The voice then reminded me of someone listening to music while underwater.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then, dinner was yummilicious japanese steamboat. *slurp* This famous Chu Shao restaurant in Taichung has its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pot made in the shape of a hoe&lt;/span&gt;. Then, when they remove it, they push in a wooden stick at one corner to lift it up. Cute idea! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(please don't ask me why this pot is not in the shape of the hoe, this is from  a blog resource i found online)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ5EkygrZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CJPD1vbJwGM/s1600-h/1150217149_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ5EkygrZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CJPD1vbJwGM/s320/1150217149_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103767028475407762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ5EkygraI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0moQXndzNs8/s1600-h/1150217149_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ5EkygraI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0moQXndzNs8/s320/1150217149_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103767028475407778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night, My uncle taught me a new way to enjoy my beef slices---&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dip it in raw egg&lt;/span&gt;. I was skeptic at first, but i decided to try it out myself. So i grabbed an egg, cracked it into the bowl and stirred it with chopsticks. Then, its ready for testing. And guess what? It was DELICIOUS!! i felt so surprised, because i never really liked raw or half-boiled eggs, but this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;beef and egg combination&lt;/span&gt; tasted heavenly. And dessert? Green tea ice cream. Oh yes babe!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ4RkygrYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i0VFMTC_sy4/s1600-h/IMG_2108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ4RkygrYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i0VFMTC_sy4/s320/IMG_2108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103766152302079362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ5E0ygrbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/J2yeE9s6ZgY/s1600-h/1150217149_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ5E0ygrbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/J2yeE9s6ZgY/s320/1150217149_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103767032770375090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Most photos are from this blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://blog.sina.com.tw/ottobre33/article.php?pbgid=4416&amp;entryid=28727"&gt;小丸日记&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It describes the place vividly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-8035380440692466886?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8035380440692466886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=8035380440692466886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8035380440692466886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8035380440692466886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/08/hot-summer-in-taiwan-day-2.html' title='hot summer in Taiwan: day 2'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ5EkygrZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CJPD1vbJwGM/s72-c/1150217149_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-6189473749753458947</id><published>2007-08-08T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:04.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAcaTION'/><title type='text'>hot summer in Taiwan: day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I was younger, traveling back to Taiwan was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;grueling 8-9 hour journey&lt;/span&gt;. First, the plane takes 4 hours, which, is still bearable because they offer us movies. Then, once we arrive in Taipei, it takes another 5 hours drive to reach Chiayi province in central Taiwan. But still, for some reasons, the planes leaving from Malaysia for Taiwan always takes off around 3pm. That means we land at approximately 7pm. After a 5-hour car ride, we arrive home 12am. I would be SO weary that I would gladly hop into bed &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;without shower or brushing my teeth&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(Fortunately I still do those hygiene routines.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now, with Taiwan’s new High Speed Rail, we can reach our destination much faster. Once we got out of the terminal we went for the shuttle bus. At NT20 per person, we could reach the nearest high speed rail station in 30 minutes. Then a train ticket from Taipei to Chiayi costs NT380. Me and my sister bought ourselves Moss burgers and ate on the train as dinner. With a speed as fast as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;380km/h&lt;/span&gt;, its no surprise we reach Chiayi &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;within an hour&lt;/span&gt;.^^ &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here I am, sweating under a hot summer day in Putzi, Mom’s hometown. After one whole day your skin just feels &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sticky&lt;/span&gt;, even after a shower. I was forced to blow-dry my hair so that I could tie it up and escape the heat as soon as possible. Right now, as I’m typing away this entry I’m am so grateful to the fan on my right. Bedtime shall not be troublesome since there’s air conditioner. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*thank god*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Right now my holiday seems to suck, because I caught flu a few days back. Right now it changed to a mild flu to coughing up phlegm. It totally blew up my wish to taste Taiwan snacks and pearl tea. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I had to take warm ones instead, so I chose green tea with milk. Every now and then I keep soothing myself that I’m having healthier food and I can wait for a few more days. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yes. I can definitely WAIT.&lt;/span&gt; Just like when I’m also waiting for my sister to finish the Harry Potter book now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ7bEygrcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PKg72tfgkW0/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ7bEygrcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PKg72tfgkW0/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103769614045720002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-6189473749753458947?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6189473749753458947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=6189473749753458947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6189473749753458947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6189473749753458947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/08/hot-summer-in-taiwan.html' title='hot summer in Taiwan: day 1'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RtQ7bEygrcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PKg72tfgkW0/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-1392599284172507480</id><published>2007-08-06T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:00:06.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here I am, relieved that my laptop's internet connection is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; restored. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*phew* &lt;/span&gt;Honestly i don't know what went wrong. One moment it was working, the next moment it just won't log on the net. So i had no choice but to carry my laptop and router all the way to my internet service shop. It was there that i noticed someone in my house was such an idiot, because apparently the cable was stuck in the wrong hole. That was the reason why i can't log on the net.  =.=&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But anyway, I still had my wireless fixed. Before this, my brother took it out to fix my wireless connection. The guy told him that my Windows XP has to be service pack 3 to be able to detect the wireless. The truth is, my laptop has a strong security. A normal password does not work. I need a tighter security pin number to allow it to detect the wireless connection. So now I just changed the password and happily surfing around without the additional fussy cables sprawled across the table. ^^ &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now i'm desperately trying to finish the second book of the Inheritance-- The Eldest. (the first book is Eragon.)Its one BIG book. Nowadays i just read in on the bus on my way to work. It certainly helps to kill time.&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-1392599284172507480?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1392599284172507480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=1392599284172507480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1392599284172507480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1392599284172507480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-i-am-relieved-that-my-laptops.html' title=''/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-4343164047246681424</id><published>2007-07-27T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:06:32.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies+books.....again =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night after work, I decided to watch another episode of drama series ‘Twenty-Four’ season three. So, feeling excited that I’m almost finishing this season, I gingerly put the disc 6 into the player. Then I went………….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WHAT THE HECK?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apparently, some &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;idiot &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;took a copy of disc 4 and labeled it as disc 6, because the content&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;is exactly the same. It made me feel &lt;b style=""&gt;absolutely pissed&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*fuming*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And to make it worse, discs 1 &amp; 2 of Criminal Minds Season 2 can’t be played at all. *cry*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nonetheless, I still have something else to read--&lt;b style=""&gt;The Eldest&lt;/b&gt;! *yippee^^*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s the sequel to Eragon. I’m so wanting to finish this book that I even carry the 5cm thick hard-cover book all the way to work. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-4343164047246681424?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4343164047246681424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=4343164047246681424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4343164047246681424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4343164047246681424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/07/moviesbooksagain-p.html' title='movies+books.....again =P'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-1745862419157601157</id><published>2007-07-25T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>i love Gaia!</title><content type='html'>That day i went to the zoo. And i decided to experiment with something. This was the outcome. Enjoy! ^^

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&lt;p&gt;After all the laundry in the morning I started my work on the whole chicken. Fortunately I asked the guy in the supermarket to cut it into small pieces first. So now I'm left with skinning and de-fattening it. Initially the word '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gross&lt;/span&gt;' crossed my mind. I don't feel like having chicken after that. =P &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The agonizing process reminded me of my frog-dissecting class in Biology lab. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt; I remember the Bio teacher dumped all 28 frogs into an empty aquarium and poured chloroform. One minute all frogs were frantically hopping up and down the next minute they were all knocked out. Then everyone was handed the frog and I couldn't help muttering prayers during the whole '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cut-up-the-frog-while-its-still-breathing&lt;/span&gt;' process. Then, as if God wants to punish me for my cruelty, the frog's legs suddenly twitched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after it's demise&lt;/span&gt;. It made me jump. It took me a moment to recall this was the nerve reflex.  -.-" &lt;/style="font-weight:&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;OK, let's come back to present time. When night came my brother came home for dinner. He put the rice into a big glass bowl and reheat in the microwave. The bowl looks something like this, the yellow being the brown organic rice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RosIsGw1FxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uxCccvbtDFg/s1600-h/bowl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RosIsGw1FxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uxCccvbtDFg/s320/bowl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083166158240421650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

Then when it sounded the 'ding', we both got a shock. The glass bowl broke. The rice was still cold. Is glass not suited for the microwave then?


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RosI1mw1FyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Va2QQGoFyog/s1600-h/bowl3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RosI1mw1FyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Va2QQGoFyog/s320/bowl3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083166321449178914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-835637981030790884?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/835637981030790884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=835637981030790884&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/835637981030790884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/835637981030790884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/07/microwavedissection.html' title='microwave/dissection'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RosIsGw1FxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uxCccvbtDFg/s72-c/bowl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-972951974109881112</id><published>2007-07-02T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:05.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RokSOmw1FwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3SLUB4Y3W_s/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RokSOmw1FwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3SLUB4Y3W_s/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082613696597137154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this particular cute necklace while shopping at Bugis today. Thinking of Mandy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-972951974109881112?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/972951974109881112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=972951974109881112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/972951974109881112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/972951974109881112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/07/cute.html' title='cute!'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RokSOmw1FwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3SLUB4Y3W_s/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-3282177634751929092</id><published>2007-07-02T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:05.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>crushed</title><content type='html'>I find it difficult to put in words, so here is an illustration of how I am lately.
千言万语说不尽，以此图说明近况。&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RohaW2w1FvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hEC_ZDhZb0U/s1600-h/crushed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RohaW2w1FvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hEC_ZDhZb0U/s400/crushed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082411528191547122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-3282177634751929092?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3282177634751929092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=3282177634751929092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3282177634751929092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3282177634751929092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/07/crushed.html' title='crushed'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RohaW2w1FvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hEC_ZDhZb0U/s72-c/crushed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-1915179843173080452</id><published>2007-06-29T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:56:29.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>dream of the world</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i had a nightmare. I guess it's the side-effects of watching too much Prison Break, because the character, Michael Scofield was in it. We were running away from some madman. The way i analyze it, the faceless madman is STRESS!! As for Michael Scofield, well, being a visual sort of person i always dream of people i see.^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
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Its so stressful when everything runs out of your control, and some really ARE out of your control. I can't argue with the company saying there's something wrong with the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pay an empty month just to retain the lesson time&lt;/span&gt;' sort of policy. And when the parents don't feel like paying for that empty month the teacher gets the blame. Come on, even I won't pay an empty month. Would you? Why not use that empty month's fee as a deposit and use it when they come back and restart lesson?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything is about money, money, money. If we manage to rake in the more money the better we stand in the statistics. It just reminded me why i didn't take business in my high school. Because i simply HATE the material world. But that's just how the world is, isn't it?
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/49/69/0000034969_20061021043525.jpg?y=626&amp;sig=9lXJjK7IJdhH1Mpg4NU0ZA--"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 307px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/49/69/0000034969_20061021043525.jpg?y=626&amp;amp;sig=9lXJjK7IJdhH1Mpg4NU0ZA--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Actor &lt;a href="http://wentworthmilleronline.com/biography.php"&gt;Wentworth Miller&lt;/a&gt; as &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/prisonbreak/bios/bio_scofield.htm"&gt;Michael Scofield&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/prisonbreak/"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-1915179843173080452?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1915179843173080452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=1915179843173080452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1915179843173080452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1915179843173080452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/dream-of-world.html' title='dream of the world'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-682987835309878049</id><published>2007-06-25T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:06.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>creaky escalator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt; medley&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What I'm doing:&lt;/span&gt; blogging, obviously, while chewing on....&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/Rn9AlYnz2TI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ns7FseP4b0s/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/Rn9AlYnz2TI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ns7FseP4b0s/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079849915705973042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STRAWBERRIES!!! *drool*
&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That day when I finish work I took the lift to the basement as usual for a bathroom trip before going home. Then I took the escalator that leads to the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; floor outside Paragon. There was another group of people right in front of me who took the escalator as well. Then a funny thing happened. When we were approaching the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; floor, the escalator creaked. It actually CREAKED. And it sounded like an old, rusted piece of metal squeezing through a tight spot. Then the guy in the front group jokingly looked at his ‘200 pound beauty’ and mimicked the machine, in which she indignantly said “What?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes, when your students don’t show up for lesson without a reason, a book proves to be VERY useful. So there I was, reading Sergei Lukyanenko’s The Day Watch which I was struggling to finish. It IS a big book. Sometimes I get so bored I simply skip a few paragraphs. I know, its bad, but I just don’t like it when the character ponders on a question for too long. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/Rn9Alonz2UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jLFKlWk6ITE/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/Rn9Alonz2UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jLFKlWk6ITE/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079849920000940354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems my bookmark fits the book perfectly. ^^ Actually, its not exactly a bookmark. I found the ROMP tag in my new pants and decided to make use of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-682987835309878049?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/682987835309878049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=682987835309878049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/682987835309878049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/682987835309878049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/creaky-escalator.html' title='creaky escalator'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/Rn9AlYnz2TI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ns7FseP4b0s/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-2851296664781969582</id><published>2007-06-20T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:51:03.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOODelicious'/><title type='text'>movies + books</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lately i bought 2 award-winning DVD movies, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babel_%28film%29"&gt;Babel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_King_of_Scotland_%28film%29"&gt;The Last King Of Scotland&lt;/a&gt;. Both are serious films. Since Wikipedia has all the synopsis, i guess i don't need to elaborate.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babel&lt;/span&gt; is kind of shocking. (For most Asians i think it would be. It's very much a censored film.) But then, it actually portrays true happenings in our changing surroundings quite vividly.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Last King of Scotland&lt;/span&gt; is a partially true historical event that happened in Uganda. The character of the Scottish doctor was invented though. The way he was tortured in the end of the movie sends shivers up my spine. I couldn't bare to watch it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Of the two movie, i think i prefer Babel. Its the kind of movie where you have to watch it from the beginning to the end in order to piece every puzzle. (Reminds me of the way De Javu movie was created.)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I did a bit of reading as well. I finished &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/p/christopher-paolini/eragon.htm"&gt;Eragon&lt;/a&gt; the book. (I didn't watch the movie.)  Much to my frustration i realized the book wasn't finish. I had to go and buy the rest of the series then. I just hate it when the story turns out to be a cliffhanger, just when it was about to get interesting!! *pout*&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For now, I'll make do with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sergei Lukyanenko&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/l/sergei-lukyanenko/day-watch.htm"&gt;The Day Watch&lt;/a&gt;. By the way, his other book, &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/l/sergei-lukyanenko/night-watch.htm"&gt;The Night Watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was quite good. Its filled with sorcerer's, vampires and werewolves. Two kinds of agencies exist to 'balance' the human realm; the Day Watch(devils of the Dark) and the Night Watch(angels of the Light). Both agencies watch over magical people closely so the 'law' is not violated. Besides being able to yield power, they're actually quite 'human' because they feel just like us, which makes it all the more interesting. Imagine an angel who thirsts for power and eventually turns into devil. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-2851296664781969582?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2851296664781969582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=2851296664781969582&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2851296664781969582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2851296664781969582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/movies-books.html' title='movies + books'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-3364414016450746881</id><published>2007-06-18T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was father's day. Unfortunately, I'm too far from home to see dad, but nonetheless I did see him last week's holiday. I gave him an ang pow, then last night i called him up and chat for a while. Today i felt pissed because everyone's busy with their own activities. Sigh... I WANT TO SHOP!!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The following months are going to be tough, as i have LOTS of replacements to do. I can already feel the pressure. &gt;.&lt; Oh, by the way, did anyone read up on the China Slavery news? It's so sad to find such a thing happen in modern society. And worst of all, their mostly kids, imprisoned and forced to do hard labor. I thank God that they are now saved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-3364414016450746881?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3364414016450746881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=3364414016450746881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3364414016450746881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3364414016450746881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/craving.html' title='craving'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-2072677447298303195</id><published>2007-06-13T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:18:42.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That day I dread to once again leave this home. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This holiday seemed to weigh heavy on my shoulders, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the feeling of uncertainty, of yearning, and of loneliness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like a troubled child, I seek refuge in my home. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But no, reality beckons. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am dragged on by its malicious footsteps,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Farther and farther away from home. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fought as the lump formed in my throat. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But alas, streams of burning tears run down my cheek. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It blurred my vision &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I struggled to see home once again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fDQnkYwfNfk"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click on 'home' for Michael Buble's mtv Home)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-2072677447298303195?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2072677447298303195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=2072677447298303195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2072677447298303195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2072677447298303195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-3893511465442597667</id><published>2007-06-11T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:12:34.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>fallEn aNngel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/final.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-3893511465442597667?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3893511465442597667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=3893511465442597667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3893511465442597667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3893511465442597667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/fallen-anngel.html' title='fallEn aNngel'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-2067653163546171844</id><published>2007-06-11T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:04:18.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen anGel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/final.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't find a black pen, so resolved using a red ink pen instead. Turned out OK.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-2067653163546171844?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2067653163546171844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=2067653163546171844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2067653163546171844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2067653163546171844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/fallen-angel.html' title='fallen anGel'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-7997174067000317933</id><published>2007-06-10T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:29:59.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>Feeling Cold...</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a ridiculous article i read online.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs13/i/2007/114/a/0/And_The_Wind_Blows____by_venNee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs13/i/2007/114/a/0/And_The_Wind_Blows____by_venNee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-7997174067000317933?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7997174067000317933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=7997174067000317933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7997174067000317933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7997174067000317933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-cold.html' title='Feeling Cold...'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-5550782025174776258</id><published>2007-06-10T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>change of taste?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Seventh Heaven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Larc-En-Ciel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;





&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jeez. Since when did i listen to rock music? I used to prefer soft tunes like Westlife.  (Except Backstreet Boys, always loved them.) But now I'm starting to like Linkin Park, MUSE, Snow Patrol, Justin Timberlake and the sorts. Fortunately, i still find Good Charlotte a little too noisy. I went to Tower records for a demo on Linkin Park's newest album. Sounds good. Maybe I'll consider getting one.^^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:PjewmHpog6J2dM:http://www.livedaily.com/img/library/artists/g-l/CD-linkinpark-051407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 93px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:PjewmHpog6J2dM:http://www.livedaily.com/img/library/artists/g-l/CD-linkinpark-051407.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-5550782025174776258?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5550782025174776258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=5550782025174776258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5550782025174776258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5550782025174776258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/change-of-taste.html' title='change of taste?'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-5777921501172289703</id><published>2007-06-09T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:06.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>WAKE UP</title><content type='html'>I guess its normal to have thoughts of wanting a partner at some point of our life. Mother Teresa once said the greatest poverty in man is not wealth, but loneliness. Man feels weak when they are lonely. Thus, one purpose in life is to search and find a partner. Someone to laugh with, to cry with, to rely on, etc.... Wouldn't that be nice? But lets face reality. How many of us can find that someone? Or what are the chances of finding that someone who's meant for you?
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://dkinfanticide.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is cruel sometimes. God gave us the capacity to love. But He did not give us the   duty to return that love. In many circumstances, love is a one-way relationship. There is no guarantee that it will come back to you. No matter how hard you wish, or how hard you try, it just doesn't work that way. The amount of effort poured into making a relationship work does not equal the feelings they develop for you. So, wake up now, because only you yourself is capable of saving yourself from falling further. You have to stand up on your two feet. No one can help you. And i mean, no one.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmuLxYnz2MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fy1_g_nAyAU/s1600-h/my_life_is_brilliant__by_dkInfanticide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmuLxYnz2MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fy1_g_nAyAU/s320/my_life_is_brilliant__by_dkInfanticide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074303085702273218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;*credits to: &lt;a href="http://dkinfanticide.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;dkinfanticide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-5777921501172289703?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5777921501172289703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=5777921501172289703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5777921501172289703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5777921501172289703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/wake-up.html' title='WAKE UP'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmuLxYnz2MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fy1_g_nAyAU/s72-c/my_life_is_brilliant__by_dkInfanticide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-2857821069760349423</id><published>2007-06-09T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:06.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>back in home country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmuI0Inz2LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gSewv7jUL4Y/s1600-h/SeaFairys_Home_AT_NIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmuI0Inz2LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gSewv7jUL4Y/s320/SeaFairys_Home_AT_NIGHT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074299834412030130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*credits to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://seafairy.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;SeaFairy&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah! I'm having a one week holiday, so i came back to my home country, Malaysia.  The previous few days were outing with friends, doing stuff like shopping and eating.  It was ages since I've met Caroline and Ai Lee, who i think remains the same. Mandy has improved her driving skill. (but sometimes, if she took a wrong turn....)  Jane's and Mandy's hair turned yellowish brown. I thought it looked  cool. Hmm...I think I'm the only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frizz&lt;/span&gt;(i mean my hair) left in this gang.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Jane, Caroline and me went for japanese buffet Shogun at 1 Utama. Unfortunately, i didn't have the appetite at all. I felt full after only one plate. I really don't know what's wrong with my appetite lately. I just don't feel like eating most of the time. I feel full very quick too. Sounds terrible, right? Then sometimes i get toothache when i eat certain food. But the dentist said my teeth were OK. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;This time i stayed at a friend's house near college, who, it seems is going through a difficult time. Other than that, everything seems the same. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mostly.&lt;/span&gt; The main difference was the shuffling of house mates.  There were other subtle changes like:


the appearance of a green lizard '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lil Monster&lt;/span&gt;(Ah Be's pet)


Stanley was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;studying like crazy&lt;/span&gt; in preparation for his upcoming  exams


Lionel seems to have gained a great sense of humour.


The rest, Xbin; OnOn; Mimisia; stay the same. ^^
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-2857821069760349423?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2857821069760349423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=2857821069760349423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2857821069760349423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2857821069760349423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-in-home-country.html' title='back in home country'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmuI0Inz2LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gSewv7jUL4Y/s72-c/SeaFairys_Home_AT_NIGHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-5410665674683218231</id><published>2007-06-08T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:54:00.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-U-N'/><title type='text'>How ManY</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cookies could you eat at once?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Times do you clean your room a year?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;every week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Times do you pee during the night?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;once, occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Times you bathe your pets in a year?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;no pets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Times you brush your teeth a day?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;none. =P No-la….at least twice a day la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Meals you eat a day?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;3, obviously, based at my fats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Approximate pounds of chocolate you’ve consumed in your life?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ask god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Times do you cry a week?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;does waking up with eye shit counts?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jeans that you own?
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 long, 2 short&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Money in your wallet?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ah-hem…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Times have you dyed your hair?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;considering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hours of Tv do you watch a day?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;seldom watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sodas do you consume in a day?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sheep do you want on your farm?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I don’t have a farm
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you believe in/support:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ghosts?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;yep
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Aliens?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Abortion?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;nope
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Superstitions?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not really&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Botox?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;
Yes. If you sponsor me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Plastic surgery?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously broke&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Politics?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;
trash it
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Religion?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;oh yes
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The bible?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;doesn’t apply to me. But I like reading the stories.^^
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yourself?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;hmmm…
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Marriage?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;
yep
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Divorce?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;
not good&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;IF IF IF..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you could go back to any age, what age would it be?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you met an alien hed look like... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;matthew mcconaughey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;money, health and a drop-dead gorgeous hubby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you were up for sale, your ad description would say?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;priceless
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..Which one are you?..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You are a city OR country person?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Exotic city dweller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You think more with Passion OR Logic?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;logic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You’d rather die with your love by your side, OR without them?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Depends. I wouldn’t jump if he says, “You jump, I jump.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You’d rather drink Milk OR juice?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;MILK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Your a Cat OR dog person?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;woof &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Smoothies OR Milkshakes?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;milkshakes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Night Owl OR Day Bird?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;owl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Chocolate Cake OR Apple Pie?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;cheese cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alternative rock OR 70s Disco Music?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;anything nice to my ear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Do you like your mate to be skinny winy or have a little chunk?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Chunk, please. I need a nice shoulder to lie on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rather get quilled by a porqupine OR stung by a jelly fish?
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;extracted from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacesurveyfinder.com/"&gt;myspacesurveyfinder&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And below are the ones im tagging!!!! *tee-hee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chebehexpression.wordpress.com/"&gt;janeh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tankahyong.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;stanley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lina26435.blogs.friendster.com/lina/"&gt;lina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/cathlyn"&gt;cathlyn&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;still thinking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-5410665674683218231?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5410665674683218231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=5410665674683218231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5410665674683218231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5410665674683218231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-many.html' title='How ManY'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-8830624664863647628</id><published>2007-05-22T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:08.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>so what if i study music??</title><content type='html'>I don't get it. Why do most people think that studying music are for those who are incapable in their studies? That it is for those who fail in their academics and therefore have  no other options but music. If only they could see the sacrifice we made. The movies, parties and gatherings that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I missed&lt;/span&gt; during my school days, when all the rest are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoyin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; life. When i endure at least 3 hours every day on the piano and another 3 hours on the violin, there you were, enjoying movies and pop music.

Some people don't get it, why we must spend hours practicing. They think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is there to practise? &lt;/span&gt;They think, that the reason they can enjoy superb music is a simple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;study overnight&lt;/span&gt; sort of study routine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmuteYnz2QI/AAAAAAAAAEk/A6QCKglKh4U/s1600-h/7_deadly_sins_series_2_by_Ex_Mea_Sententia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmuteYnz2QI/AAAAAAAAAEk/A6QCKglKh4U/s200/7_deadly_sins_series_2_by_Ex_Mea_Sententia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074340142680103170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*credits to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://schleifchen.deviantart.com/"&gt;Schleifchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cost of studying music is equivalent to studying to be a doctor. And if you could just use your brains to work out for yourself WHY it is equivalent, perhaps you'll understand why i let go an opportunity of lab studies to one that i will enjoy and not be patronized!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-8830624664863647628?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8830624664863647628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=8830624664863647628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8830624664863647628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/8830624664863647628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-what-if-i-study-music.html' title='so what if i study music??'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmuteYnz2QI/AAAAAAAAAEk/A6QCKglKh4U/s72-c/7_deadly_sins_series_2_by_Ex_Mea_Sententia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-3603648512881029950</id><published>2007-05-22T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:08.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>regrets in life</title><content type='html'>I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe it is to vent my frustrations or regrets somewhere. Maybe it is to make people understand or at least try to understand it a bit. But I doubt it. After all, we can’t make the rest of the world agree to what we think. I know I can’t, but at least, I could unload it off my back.&lt;o:p&gt;
&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I did not have a happy life in high school. I did not have many friends, only for a few, whom, after all these years have scattered across the globe. I did not fit in my high school classmates in most occasions. Perhaps it’s because of the life I led.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Weekends were packed with all sorts of tuitions, music lessons, etc. I did not went for movies, birthday parties, camping trips---nothing. For me, everyday was study and practice, study and practice. I spent hours on the piano and hours on my violin. Maybe that’s why I lacked the proper EQ when dealing with people, dealing with peers my age. I always had a problem with that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Words were misinterpreted, for some reason. I don’t blame them. I guess it’s because we were all too young to understand it fully. For my part, I grew up with Hollywood films when most of them feasted upon &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/st1:place&gt; movies. And in a West, &lt;i style=""&gt;I like you&lt;/i&gt; is a simple, universal term as compared to the direct translation into Chinese. I guess it was the cultural differences that deepened the gap. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Try as I may, it’s almost impossible to re-fill that gap. It has already widened into a trench, maybe even a sea. I find myself, lost, whenever there was a gathering. And eventually, I stopped going to them. I had thought that it was easy to mend that gap. I had hoped that it would work out the way it worked for me in my college years, where people could accept you for who you are, where people are outspoken as to what they feel, where people come from all parts of the world and can accept you who come from another world. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I used to say to myself NO REGRETS. But I can’t lie to myself. This is, one of my biggest regrets in life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmujOInz2OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NRYBhVo1Q8w/s1600-h/Regret_by_Methylate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmujOInz2OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NRYBhVo1Q8w/s200/Regret_by_Methylate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074328868390951138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*credits to &lt;a href="http://methylate.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;Methylate&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-3603648512881029950?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3603648512881029950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=3603648512881029950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3603648512881029950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3603648512881029950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/05/regrets-in-life.html' title='regrets in life'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RmujOInz2OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NRYBhVo1Q8w/s72-c/Regret_by_Methylate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-1539178449424227251</id><published>2007-05-17T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:51:03.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOODelicious'/><title type='text'>why am i NOT like a Virgo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;According to this website, &lt;a href="http://www.virgo.arollo.com/personality.html"&gt;http://www.virgo.arollo.com/personality.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Virgos&lt;/b&gt; are:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" style="border: medium none ; border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="border: 1pt solid black; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 257.4pt;" valign="top" width="343"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perfectionist&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 41.4pt;" valign="top" width="55"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  
&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 3in; font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="288"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I don’t think so.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 257.4pt;" valign="top" width="343"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pessimistic&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 41.4pt;" valign="top" width="55"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  
&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td color="-moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color" style="border-style: none solid solid none; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 3in;" valign="top" width="288"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I don’t think so   either.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 257.4pt;" valign="top" width="343"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frequently   depressed&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 41.4pt;" valign="top" width="55"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  
&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 3in;" valign="top" width="288"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Huh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 257.4pt;" valign="top" width="343"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Destructive   at times&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 41.4pt;" valign="top" width="55"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  
&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 3in;" valign="top" width="288"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Am I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 257.4pt;" valign="top" width="343"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neat   and tidy&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 41.4pt;" valign="top" width="55"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  
&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 3in;" valign="top" width="288"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Are you sure?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 257.4pt;" valign="top" width="343"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dislikes   nagging&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 41.4pt;" valign="top" width="55"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  
&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 3in;" valign="top" width="288"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Now&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THAT’S me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-1539178449424227251?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1539178449424227251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=1539178449424227251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1539178449424227251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/1539178449424227251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-am-i-not-like-virgo.html' title='why am i NOT like a Virgo?'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-4813182303767233870</id><published>2007-05-16T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>Oops I Did It Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! What have I done? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After dinner today, I went to the washroom as usual before I start teaching. Guess what? I &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn’t find&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my studio room key&lt;/span&gt;! I was like “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH, MY, GOD&lt;/span&gt;”. Shit! What was I supposed to do? My stuff, especially my violin were all in the room. No choice. I turned to the office for help. It got even worse. It turned out that my studio room key has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO DUPLICATE&lt;/span&gt;. Damn. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;
Since I was pressing for time, I opened up another empty studio to teach. Meanwhile, Irene asked another staff member, Bernard to unscrew the nails from the lock. I guess it took more than a simple unscrewing job, as I heard the hammer knocking from next door. So sorry&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;Bernard! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really am so, so sorry. &gt;.&lt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-4813182303767233870?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4813182303767233870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=4813182303767233870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4813182303767233870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4813182303767233870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/05/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops I Did It Again...'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-3345116890755073802</id><published>2007-05-14T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:09.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>feeling youthful and radiant and...sick</title><content type='html'>Here I am, after being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gently&lt;/span&gt; reminded by &lt;a href="http://chebehexpression.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt; once more to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;. After almost one week of being sick, doctor's phlegm medicine made my throat REALLY dry until it makes me cough. Then my sister had to go and sleep with the air-conditioner. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;*oh god*&lt;/span&gt; My nose, at this point, can't stand cold air. It makes me cough. I had to resolve to 'mummifying myself', covering myself with a mask and blanket. This has gone on for 3 nights already.

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkhFX-A3Y1I/AAAAAAAAADY/zoj48d1-45Q/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkhFX-A3Y1I/AAAAAAAAADY/zoj48d1-45Q/s200/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064374059064058706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caught by my sister....

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Monday, i went to Chinatown with two other friends. My aim was to hunt for tour packages to Cambodia. Unfortunately they were free-and-easy sort of tour and costly.  So I've resolved to travel solo with a handy book from &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/"&gt;LonelyPlanet&lt;/a&gt; instead. (Don't worry, there's another friend joining me.) After Chinatown trip we went on to Orchard Cineleisure for Spiderman 3 movie. We had dinner at one of the HongKong style restaurants. By then, I knew i was definitely coming down with fever. No wonder my head's been feeling heavy the whole day. I just felt so tired.
The movie was good. I thought it was sort of funny, with the usual Spidey doing all those pranks. Ha....everyone loved them. After the movie we headed home. I swallowed an aspirin, drank gallons of water and slept.
&lt;p&gt;
Friday night me and my sister watched &lt;a href="http://300themovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;300&lt;/a&gt;. I was not really interested in this war movie. But it turned out to be a good movie. Almost all the outdoor scenes were done in CG. (color graphic, as in using computers) The script was well written. Plenty of beautiful slow shots. And of course, plenty of blood. It is, after all, about war. For those who are curious to know the true events however, check out Wikipedia, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Thermopylae"&gt;The Battle of Thermopylae&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night i asked my sister to wait for me to come home then we have dinner together. So we decided to go to Adam's Hawker Centre and sip our favourite drink, Bitter Gourd and Green Apple. Muahaha!! But then, after walking over only did we realize it was under renovation.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F ***&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we ended up eating MacDonalds. *groan* Surprisingly, my sister had never tried the Grilled Chicken Foldover before. Proves that she hasn't been to MacDonald's long time. It was the same MacDonald's that served my sister cold meat burger. This time, they forgot my Foldover. My sister also disclosed a secret to me that made me never ever want to buy their sundae or ice cream. Apparently, the machines were not washed everyday. So imagine maggots crawling  in the tanks.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkmIU-A3Y2I/AAAAAAAAADg/Qxjjf8s_u1Y/s1600-h/voodoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkmIU-A3Y2I/AAAAAAAAADg/Qxjjf8s_u1Y/s200/voodoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064729149780222818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bought this cute little voodoo keychain for my brother's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And below is my very first DIY pedicure. The ingredients were bought from Sasa, when i had an outing with &lt;a href="http://chebehexpression.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt; at Bugis. I guess she inspired me. Hehe...^^ I'm missing her already. *sniff*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkhFXuA3Y0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4YonL7iUu3E/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkhFXuA3Y0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4YonL7iUu3E/s200/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064374054769091394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;twinkle, twinkle little star...



&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-3345116890755073802?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3345116890755073802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=3345116890755073802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3345116890755073802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3345116890755073802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-youthful-and-radiant-andsick.html' title='feeling youthful and radiant and...sick'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkhFX-A3Y1I/AAAAAAAAADY/zoj48d1-45Q/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-7426225984911331181</id><published>2007-05-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:09.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOODelicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>NASI BRIYANI</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. One of my favorite dishes, the Nasi Briyani. There’s this hawker centre near my place that serves delicious Briyani rice. It’s the best I’ve tasted so far. So during the Labor Day holidays when I express my yearning to eat it again, my sister came up with a cooler idea. Home make Nasi Briyani.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this morning we walked over to NTUC to buy the ingredients. We woke up around 9am and by the time we finish our grocery shopping we decided to have breakfast at the nearby MacDonald’s. Guess what? My sister’s Sausage McMuffin with Egg, which came late, was UNCOOKED. The meat was COLD. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then when she asked them to make another one, they totally forgot about it until she asked for it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the time we reached home, it was almost noon. (We had brunch.) We got ourselves busy making the Briyani. While it was being cooked, we spring cleaned the house. By night time, we sat down for a scrumptious Briyani meal while watching Chicken Little on DVD. Ahh…..tasted so gooood.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RjdB7OA3YwI/AAAAAAAAACw/rh8ncGjEaEA/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RjdB7OA3YwI/AAAAAAAAACw/rh8ncGjEaEA/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059585192003855106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-7426225984911331181?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7426225984911331181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=7426225984911331181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7426225984911331181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7426225984911331181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/05/nasi-briyani.html' title='NASI BRIYANI'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RjdB7OA3YwI/AAAAAAAAACw/rh8ncGjEaEA/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-105129485510898612</id><published>2007-04-24T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>"GREAT" teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seminar, seminar, seminar. Boring seminar. I understand seminars are where we get to learn, to know people and to refresh. But I really dread seminars because, I fall asleep VERY EASILY. Luckily, they provide coffee.^^
&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;
There was this 2-day seminar on the new Trinity Guildhall syllabus. The first day was on the lower grades. So while someone speaks, the other plays on the piano for a bit of demonstration. (By the way, the pianist was a very handsome Canadian.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The morning seminar was so far so good. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then after our mid-day meal, we went back for the master class. Two boys performed a grade 1 and another grade 2. The grade 1 boy played first, and one of his pieces, a swing, was actually interpreted the wrong way. Then when we had moved on to the next topic, one teacher asked to speak to that grade 1 boy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I think you should change your piece, otherwise you will surely fail.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And can you imagine she said that in public, in front of his parents, in front of all the teachers when the exam is only a month away? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Another teacher brought up the question about one exam piece that had a big, almost impossible stretch for the fingers. The only suggestion she could think of was to even out the notes among both hands. That is, using the other hand to help press the unreachable key. The same woman, who made a public statement before, said there is no escape but to force it. Perhaps she thinks ALL kids are BORN to have large hands or could force their hands to achieve the impossible. MY stretch took months to develop. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The next day more people turned up for the seminar. Today the target was on the higher grades, grades 6 and above. The very same lady who shocked everyone walked in late. Not that I blame her, the venue was indeed a secluded spot. This time she brought up the question of students not being able to understand English. What the hell. This is TRINITY GUILDHALL exam. Of course it will be carried out in English. If English is a problem, then take other boards of examination. There’s one in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and another one in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. What’s the whole point of bringing up this matter? The spokesman said if required, the board will acquire an interpreter. But if the student were drilled on the procedures of the exam, I don’t see the difficulty in it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and did I mention the spokesman, by then, seemed rather pissed off. Because, given her seat that was at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the very front row&lt;/span&gt;, he didn’t seem to notice her raised hand until she said a few times, “Sir.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-105129485510898612?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/105129485510898612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=105129485510898612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/105129485510898612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/105129485510898612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-teacher.html' title='&quot;GREAT&quot; teacher'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-6595704262842241393</id><published>2007-04-17T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>SPA trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I and my mom went for spa. My sister got this promotion package and bought three for us gals. But since our off-days are different, I and my sister went on our own. I took mom along.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was my VERY FIRST spa experience. The package was for massage or facial added with the use of the facilities. We both chose facial. Two ladies came and led us to two separate rooms dimly lit with yellow lights. Then we were asked to change our top into a blanket and lie down on the bed. Afterwards she begins doing a bit of relaxing massages with soothing oil to help us relax. Subsequently, she wipes all sorts of creams and scrubs one after another all over the face and neck. The final one is left on the face for a longer period, where cooling pads were placed on the eyes. Then we were left to ‘sleep’. When she finally re-enters the room, she cleans the face and we’re done! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Customers were served ginger tea, which I enjoyed. After the facial, we went for the spa. There was a sauna room, a steamer room and three pools, one with cold water and two others warm water. The water felt hot at first, but I soon got used to it. We lay on the benches in the pool and let the sprouting water do its work. I even tried the sauna. (Which was so intensely hot I could hardly stay in there for 3 minutes. ) The steamer room was even worse. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&gt;.&lt;”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the sauna, we shopped around the basement market and bought some bread and cereals. I bought some cakes as well for my sister at Chocz. (which I forgot to pick up after work yesterday for her birthday) Then we head home. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-6595704262842241393?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6595704262842241393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=6595704262842241393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6595704262842241393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6595704262842241393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/04/spa-trip.html' title='SPA trip'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-9185048576671734254</id><published>2007-04-16T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:09.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>Mommy is here! ^^</title><content type='html'>My mom came over for a week. So besides being able to eat home-cooked food(yum-yum) , she also did a bit of laundry for us. Well, as most Singaporeans live in flats, the clothes seldom get sunlight. This leaves a kind of smell on the clothes. We can’t leave them out to dry during weekdays either, because nobody’s home to take them in when it rains. As fastidious as she is, she hangs them up all over the house, front and back to get the most out of the little sunlight we get. Coincidentally, our washing machine was spoiled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to my sister who put the plastic sheeted carpet into the washing machine, the thing is now jammed up with million bits of plastic. The water won’t drain.  Deprived of the machine, all our clothes piled up. I guess my mom couldn’t stand it and decided to hand wash them for us. =P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We DID call the mechanics eventually, and got a scolding. &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;“What? Use washing machine for a carpet? Why not just hop in for a shower since you’re so lazy!”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkKJ6eA3YzI/AAAAAAAAADI/esxpPTRkmOA/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkKJ6eA3YzI/AAAAAAAAADI/esxpPTRkmOA/s200/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062760568699970354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-9185048576671734254?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/9185048576671734254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=9185048576671734254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/9185048576671734254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/9185048576671734254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/04/shower-in-washing-machine.html' title='Mommy is here! ^^'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkKJ6eA3YzI/AAAAAAAAADI/esxpPTRkmOA/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-3052201340865710934</id><published>2007-04-11T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:10.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musiQue'/><title type='text'>Think of me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.

Remember me&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i style=""&gt;once in a while -&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i style=""&gt;please promise me
you'll try.

When you find
that once again you long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;to talk your heart back
and be free -
if you ever find a moment&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i style=""&gt;spare a thought for me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkFSmeA3YxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UBOCtQvBcEo/s1600-h/-phantom-of-the-opera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkFSmeA3YxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UBOCtQvBcEo/s200/-phantom-of-the-opera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062418276986348306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yes, lovey lovey Phantom Of The Opera, one of the most celebrated musicals that’s been re-staged hundreds of times. I and my sister went for the Tuesday night show. And was I surprised to see people in T-shirts and jeans. I guess they’re REALLY lucky to be allowed admittance. But truly, it’s a total disrespect for the people on stage! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Victoria Concert Hall at the Esplanade was packed that night, as usual. We were lucky to get foyer seats, since we booked early on the net. Tickets were running out fast, and because of that, the show was extended until May. So guys, if you want to see the show,
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET TICKETS NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The show went on very much like the film, only even better. Be prepared to see flying chandeliers, rowing boats and hanging bridges. The singing was even more fantastic. I fell in love with the voice of the Phantom(Brad Little)! Oh my god. I think he’s the second best after the original phantom, Michael Crawford. I was just mesmerized when he sang. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only thing I didn’t quite like was the seat designs. They were leaned straight against the railings in a semi-circle. It made my neck really uncomfortable because I had to turn my head sideways to see the performance. After the intermission we thought it best to simply sit SIDEWAYS to relieve the stiff muscles from our neck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RjAY8-A3YtI/AAAAAAAAACY/JB2H3eiIJ1U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RjAY8-A3YtI/AAAAAAAAACY/JB2H3eiIJ1U/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057569817254912722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the two-and-a-half-hour show, my sister and I walked to the nearest bus stop. (I said nearest, but it wasn’t exactly NEAR in terms of the walking distance.) Usually I wouldn’t have complained. But for some reason, my left foot was aching. The pain in my bone was causing me to limp all the way. I almost cried. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;So if any of you guys watching the show at the side seats, remember to sit like this:&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RjAaTuA3YuI/AAAAAAAAACg/45lzITDulx4/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RjAaTuA3YuI/AAAAAAAAACg/45lzITDulx4/s200/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057571307608564450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and those sitting on level 2 onwards, bring a pair of good binoculars. They work like wonders.^^
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-3052201340865710934?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3052201340865710934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=3052201340865710934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3052201340865710934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/3052201340865710934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/04/think-of-me.html' title='Think of me....'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/RkFSmeA3YxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UBOCtQvBcEo/s72-c/-phantom-of-the-opera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-7631104749401603427</id><published>2007-04-03T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>I’ve Improved!</title><content type='html'>Remember the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; sticky, black, suppose-to-be-long-bean-porridge rice&lt;/span&gt;? I tried making it again. This time, I started early in the afternoon. I used &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;EXTRA&lt;/span&gt; in everything. Extra pork meat, extra dried prawns and extra spices. The result? Nice! It tasted just like mom’s cooking, only……...   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It still became &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;rice&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh…..&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-7631104749401603427?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7631104749401603427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=7631104749401603427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7631104749401603427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/7631104749401603427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-improved.html' title='I’ve Improved!'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-9092283613407260505</id><published>2007-04-01T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:54:00.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-U-N'/><title type='text'>Kids’ Pranks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Teaching 2/3-year-olds can be nerve-raking yet fun. I have kids who have gotten bored with my stickers and retorts, “Teacher, its time to change your stickers already.” By the way, my sticker stock is piling up. Enough to open a shop.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
A Saturday music class had a little incident when a little started crying in the midst of having fun. Then the teacher asked her what’s the problem, she sobbed and said, “I want to wee-wee.”
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Then another time, this little boy sat on a stool and said he wanted to be ‘display’. So he just sat there and froze like a statue. FREEZE.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-9092283613407260505?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/9092283613407260505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=9092283613407260505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/9092283613407260505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/9092283613407260505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/04/kids-pranks.html' title='Kids’ Pranks'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-4826166193921064607</id><published>2007-03-20T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:15:10.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>My First Homemade Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;
My sister brought her colleague, a Thai over to our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;tiny-insy-winsy &lt;/span&gt;apartment. So I thought maybe I’d cook some dishes. I very seldom cook, so this came as a surprise for my sister. Moreover, It’s something I’ve never made before, Mom’s specialty Long-bean porridge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
That morning I went with my sister to her work place area for breakfast. Then after we parted I shopped around the nearby supermarket. Along the way I called up mom and asked for details of the raw materials.
&lt;/p&gt;
Then as I was walking I came across this toy auto-vendor machine. Out of curiosity I plopped in one coin and turned the knob. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;PLOP!&lt;/span&gt; And out rolled a plastic ball with a cute little Slime keychain. (For those who don’t know, it’s a character from an internet game Maple Story.) I don’t play the game, but I find this little green thing quite adorable. TEE-HEE!
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/Rhn_XO_IKEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FK0UDcfrCXY/s1600-h/slime2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/Rhn_XO_IKEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FK0UDcfrCXY/s200/slime2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051349231697668162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BACK TO THE MAIN STORY. &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately I started cooking quite late. By the time sis and her friend came home I was still steaming the egg. But it was still fast. After a few minutes then it was MEALTIME! But still………….&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The egg was not stirred well enough so that the egg whites and yolks blended; the minced pork underneath the steamed egg was tasteless; the baby spinach was a bit overcooked; and even the main porridge turned out to be sticky rice, as in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;black, sticky rice&lt;/span&gt;. &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;
I feel gratified because however tasteless this meal was, my sis and her friend still ate it up. I’m so sorry to put you guys through this. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-4826166193921064607?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4826166193921064607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=4826166193921064607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4826166193921064607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/4826166193921064607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-first-homemade-dinner.html' title='My First Homemade Dinner'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw-a41v8ls0/Rhn_XO_IKEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FK0UDcfrCXY/s72-c/slime2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-5836784862517926363</id><published>2007-03-13T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:51:03.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOODelicious'/><title type='text'>Fallen for Howl’s Moving  Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Recently, I borrowed a DVD from my sister’s friend, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Miyazaki&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s ‘Howl’s &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Moving&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Castle&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’. I’ve always wanted to watch this movie since I’m a &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Miyazaki&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; fan. Moreover, it can help me pass my time during my off-days. I simply FELL for it. I loved the storyline, all the magic and wonders, the humor, the adorable castle. I LOVE it.
&lt;p&gt;
What made me impressed was the main character, Sophie. She never looked down when problem came. Perhaps it’s because she found her purpose in life; a dream that she grasps on.   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-5836784862517926363?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5836784862517926363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=5836784862517926363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5836784862517926363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5836784862517926363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/04/fallen-for-howls-moving-castle.html' title='Fallen for Howl’s Moving  Castle'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-262814948346637795</id><published>2007-01-15T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>crying over lost glassesT_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Here I am again, at the same cyber cafe i came to last week. I had a few things that need attending to at the Ministry of Manpower. So after that i &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; around and found this corner shop. Devoid of Internet ever since i came to singapore, I've been dying to &lt;em&gt;online&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;@_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I went to the Raffles Hospital earlier this morning for a medical checkup. Such a LONG queue! The most awkward part of the checkup was the X-ray. Girls were called to change into their purple robes for the screening. I felt so naked even with my jeans on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I opted for a letter requiring an extension for my stay here, cause it expires tomorrow. So, after much hassle, the doctor finally signed this special request letter asking for a week's extension. Then after that, i happily went on the the Ministry of Manpower to get the extension done. When at last everything else was done, i went to a nearby cyber cafe only to find that---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOST MY GLASSES!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I backtracked and asked about everywhere but i still couldn't find it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;People ask me what's the difference between teaching here and compared to Malaysia. There's not much difference in terms of staff, one branch had all the staff members come from my hometown.^^  The biggest differenve lay in the students themselves. They come from around the world. I have korean, japanese, Eurasian and English students besides the local races. I just switch my slang whenever i meet a different student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just last week, i had a boy who came to his violin lesson &lt;em&gt;without &lt;/em&gt;his violin. So for the whole lesson we did theory work instead. And guess who's the oldest student? A dear old granny who has a three-year-old grandson!^^ She came to continue with her violin lessons. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-262814948346637795?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/262814948346637795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=262814948346637795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/262814948346637795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/262814948346637795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2007/01/crying-over-lost-glassestt.html' title='crying over lost glassesT_T'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-5906533635302183863</id><published>2006-12-23T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:28:26.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>Bitmap Art!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/1600/763883/BABYELEPHANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/400/29300/BABYELEPHANT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/1600/75488/BABYELEPHANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Baby Elephant&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This little cutie was originally drawn behind Mama Elephant. He's playing water with his mum. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/1600/990053/MAMAELEPHANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/1600/916220/MAMAELEPHANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/400/989137/MAMAELEPHANT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mama Elephant&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The original artwork was hand drawn, but it wasn't big enough to be taken by the handphone. So i decided to experiment with a different kind of art instead.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-5906533635302183863?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5906533635302183863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=5906533635302183863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5906533635302183863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5906533635302183863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/12/bitmap-art.html' title='Bitmap Art!'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-116688448431173993</id><published>2006-12-23T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>office surroundings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, here I am back in Ipoh after 2 months of working in Singapore. I got to know several colleagues over there. There’s Michelle from Indonesia, Keiko from Japan, Melody from Philippines and many others. Strangely, they were mostly Malaysians.^^
We had a lunch buffet at Phoenix Hotel before I came home, just a little get-together. Anyhow, for those who are interested, you can check out the photos in my photo album on the right column. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

Below are some of the earliest photos that I took when I first came out here. Sorry for the delay guys. Initially, I wanted to take more photos of the street sceneries and even my students, but my phone memory was full. Furthermore, I forgot to bring my phone cable installation CD out to Singapore. So I couldn’t unload any of the photos. *sob*&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This cute machine came here a few days after i started work at Paragon. Guess what's it for?
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&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/320/979398/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My very own teaching Studio at Paragon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/320/992376/Image009%2B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/1600/389081/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Guess what? The Parkway branch is just next to a fencing school!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/320/346209/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;

........................Thinking of my friends....*sob*.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/320/423595/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116688448431173993?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116688448431173993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116688448431173993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116688448431173993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116688448431173993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/12/office-surroundings.html' title='office surroundings'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-6560633422819117228</id><published>2006-12-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:12:34.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>boy &amp; girl</title><content type='html'>My visitor's pass was expiring, so i had no choice but to extend my pass at the immigration's office. It was such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; wait. The last time i went i brought a comic book with me. This time, however, foolish me forgot. I had only a pen and a notebook. So i started doodling all sorts. these two were the only ones that turned out OK. ^^
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/Image013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/Image010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-6560633422819117228?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6560633422819117228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=6560633422819117228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6560633422819117228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/6560633422819117228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/12/boy-girl.html' title='boy &amp; girl'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-116684965088976182</id><published>2006-12-23T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>tales from SPORE pt2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME!!!
Aahh…..home….nothing beats it.^^ Cozy home.

Just went shopping 2 days ago in Ipoh. It seems so much quieter than I remembered. Maybe KL is better? Orchard Road in Singapore is so full of life, even on weekdays. I’ve seen silver, static ‘statues’. (Poor guys must be tiring ‘pausing’ whole day.) Jesters walking on stilts and even Caesar’s army parading through the streets! The road itself is decorated so pretty. Lots of tourist took photos with the numerous designs of Christmas trees. There’s certainly more feel in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/320/228130/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Coffee at Spinelli's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;
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(Guess i got 'infected' by jane. &gt;.&lt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Talking about coffees, I had a free Starbucks coffee at Parkway. It was a Christmas Open House celebration. Just come during 5-7pm and order any beverage of your choice, FREE!^^ It was so nice. Yum-yum! The queue was already there when I arrived at 5pm. I made a little donation to the Salvation Army tin can. Two little kids were there to hand out calendars and stickers to those who donated. Such cuties.^^
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I guess all the teaching paid off. I got 2 students (or rather parents) who gave me Christmas presents. A Laura Ashley pouch and a Body Shop stuff which I left at Paragon. But anyhow, it’s not the value of the gifts that counts; it’s the action itself which gave me warmth. Even a hand drawn card can be so meaningful.^^
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I learned to make soup in Singapore. So sometimes I would boil some before I go to work in the afternoons. Then I’ll message my siblings to finish them up when they come home from work in the evenings. But besides that, I haven’t really learned how to fry stuff in the wok. At most, I do it the lazy way—steam a fish fillet, a few slices of potato or some vegetable warped in aluminum foil in the oven toaster. Oil-free and hassle-free. =^^=
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I heard a familiar bird call this evening, and I was reminded of my days back at the old apartment before we shifted. There was a tree right outside our bedroom window with a bird’s nest in it. This particular bird LOVED to sing in the wee hours of the morning. As the pitch gets higher, the call increases in volume.

&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Woo…&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;woo&lt;/span&gt;…!!&lt;/span&gt;
I wanted SO much to get a catapult and whack that stupid bird for waking me up at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5AM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116684965088976182?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116684965088976182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116684965088976182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116684965088976182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116684965088976182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/12/tales-from-spore-pt2.html' title='tales from SPORE pt2'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-116679837593689174</id><published>2006-12-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>tales from SPORE pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Its been SO long since I dropped a word here. Where shall I begin? Hmm…let’s start with….moving house!
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&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me and my siblings shifted house recently. It’s a windy corridor unit, so people can look in and see what’s happening inside. That’s a major setback that we still have to solve. But besides that, it’s windy enough from the front and the back door. In fact, it’s so windy until we have to close all the backroom windows when it rains. Furthermore, I have to sweep the floor almost every other day. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;For your information, Singaporeans mostly hang their clothes indoor to dry. They use bamboo sticks hung on metal racks drilled into the ceiling. I could barely hang the clothes at the old house. The new ceiling is so much higher! Sigh…I always need a stool just to hang clothes. *sob* Just a few weeks ago a saw a terrible thing happen in our new kitchen. One part of the rack actually fell off right in front of my eyes. Now the rack is hanging precariously on 3 ends. *sweat*
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&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My neighbour next door keeps a cat named Chiki.(or is it Tiki?) It’s a black and white cat with yellow eyes when seen in the day. He wears a collar with a purple bell. This particular cat likes to wander into our house when nobody’s paying attention. Another similar cat also likes to come inside. In fact, he even jumped up our living room window in attempt to crawl in! Perhaps it was him to jumped onto the shoe rack in the middle of the night and mewed so loudly until my brother awoke from his sleep.^^ (His bedroom window is just next to the shoe rack.)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Every now and then I still do silly things. Before we actually moved over, all three of us kept an extra key of the new house. We would pack up some things and carry them over to our new block from time to time. Once, I and my sister walked home after moving our bags. I tried to open the padlock, but it wouldn’t open. So I said, “How come I can’t open it?” Then my sister looked at the key, sighed and asked, “Which house key is that?”
Oops. =P
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But honestly….they look identical! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/320/108146/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Evening views from my current bedroom window.

Taken with different modes a few minutes apart. Nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/3238/320/191851/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116679837593689174?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116679837593689174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116679837593689174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116679837593689174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116679837593689174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/12/tales-from-spore-pt1.html' title='tales from SPORE pt1'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-5304175506441064437</id><published>2006-12-09T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:18:42.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>ever wondered....</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered....&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Why we feel lonely?&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Why we feel left out?&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Why we yearn to be loved and cared?&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It is part of us...of being humans. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We feel.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We share.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We love.
And we hate.

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; ~"What is life without feeling, without emotions? &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    Because without love, anger, hatred....&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    life is but a clock, ticking. &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    tick...tick...tick...."         -from the movie &lt;em&gt;Equilibrium&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-5304175506441064437?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://angels6009.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!FD4BA0869D6E81B1!136.entry' title='ever wondered....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5304175506441064437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=5304175506441064437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5304175506441064437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/5304175506441064437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/12/ever-wondered.html' title='ever wondered....'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-2836383535656397120</id><published>2006-12-09T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:18:42.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>mAsK vs. mAsQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;div&gt;God! i'm tired!!!

&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Why is there a pressure living in this society?!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;What made people have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt; of how one should behave?! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;WHO even define how ADULTS should behave?!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;WHY do people walk around with masks on thier faces?! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Don't they feel tired?!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I just want to be ME.
Someone true to myself, my feelings, my friends, and my loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;This is ME.

Either u ACCEPT or u LEAVE me be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-2836383535656397120?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://angels6009.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!FD4BA0869D6E81B1!333.entry' title='mAsK vs. mAsQ'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2836383535656397120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=2836383535656397120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2836383535656397120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/2836383535656397120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/12/mask-vs-masq.html' title='mAsK vs. mAsQ'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-116400751896180135</id><published>2006-11-20T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:56:29.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>i will never forget him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just finished reading a friend's blog on a common but mysterious matter----love!^^ Ever since there was literature, men would write poems and sing about love, sighing fruitless sorrows over thier beloved. In science, it is perhaps the most complicated emotion to understand. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ask yourself. Do you believe in love at first sight? Or an eternal love? I thought i was incapable of loving someone truely from the bottom of my heart, until i realized one day that i had already fallen.  Perhaps i was too foolish to admit it or even realize it. After all, he was definitely not the kind i would be looking for. What was in him that captivated me? I don't know. Even now, i'm still wondering. He was not special, not outstanding and not handsome. Just an ordinary guy, a thoughtful friend. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;It was an impossible romance, i knew. So i controlled myself, withdrew my thoughts. Now i dare say i don't think of him anymore. Just yesterday i was browsing through my handphone checking on the reminders. I backtracked to erase some of the unwanted reminders in order to empty my phone space. Then i stopped at this highlighted date. Out of my curiosity i checked it out. It was his birthdate. I can''t explained how i felt at that moment. The only thing i remembered was a faint smile.  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I'm always slow at realizing things. I don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My friend was right. I will never forget him.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116400751896180135?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116400751896180135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116400751896180135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116400751896180135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116400751896180135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-will-never-forget-him.html' title='i will never forget him'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-116400815570761813</id><published>2006-11-20T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:51:55.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musiQue'/><title type='text'>Notre Dame De Paris</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a rare holiday for Kawaii Employees. So instead of working as usual, i stayed home and relaxed. Then my sister asked me to tag along as she had a &lt;em&gt;surprise &lt;/em&gt;for me. We took the bus all the way to the Indoor Stadium. At first i thought she wanted to go shopping, or maybe the movies, because she reminded me to bring along my glasses and wear a jacket.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
However when we arrived there she found out the shopping centre was closed for construction. So we walked around until we reached the Indoor Stadium. Only then did i realize my sister has actually invited me to watch Notre Dame De Paris the french musical.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
Oh my god!!!! It was so nice! I loved it. Music lovers should definitely go for it! The choreography was breathtaking while the songs were captivating. The only setback however was the bad sound system(likes those of rock bands) and the translation screens. If you wanted to understand what they were singing, you'll have to look at the screens at on both sides of the stage. But then, you will miss the dancing. Sigh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
It was a touching story. I especially loved the second act. After the show, we bought the DVD of the original cast home to watch again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116400815570761813?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116400815570761813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116400815570761813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116400815570761813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116400815570761813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/11/notre-dame-de-paris.html' title='Notre Dame De Paris'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-116317743224916904</id><published>2006-11-11T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>wOrk bLues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;..................................*sniff*.................................. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I MISS COLLEGE LIFE!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
...................................*sigh*..................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;

I miss our fun meal times. Meals here are SO LONELY! Working is SO LONELY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And some kids are just so frustrating! haiz....... I'm raking my head just to think of a way to get the knowlege DRILLED into their brains. I noticed that being a private educator can be quite lonely sometimes. Guess I'll have to settle down to this change soon. Otherwise, i'll soon turn to a stoney girl with a bored look on her face. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Work loads are increasing as the centre plows more students in for me. Sometimes it kinda confuses me as to what instrument I'm supposed to teach the next student! Gosh.... Next will be my worst nightmare. TOODLERS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116317743224916904?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116317743224916904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116317743224916904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116317743224916904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116317743224916904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/11/work-blues.html' title='wOrk bLues....'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-116240133375016418</id><published>2006-11-02T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>*my first day at work!!</title><content type='html'>Today was the official day I start teaching. I got a call from Elaine asking me to drop by Wednesday for two students, one piano and one violin. The 6-year-old piano student was a bit slow in her note-reading. I guess I’ll have to think of some method to refresh her theory. She counts every note afresh, and not at a fixed beat per bar. For example, she counts the crotchet after a dotted minim as beat 1, instead of beat 4.^^ &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
When she plays, she takes a very long time to read the notes. And her counting is everywhere! Oh dear. One second beats 1 and 2 were as fast as ever, the next minute it turns adagio. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;The next student was a boy who was fanatic about the violin. According to his grandmother, he wanted so much to learn the instrument. Hehe…reminded me of myself. Since he had no piano background, he had to learn theory so that he could read notes later on. The first lesson went pass as I tried to teach him as much terms as possible. Before this, he learned Chinese music in school and read notes in 123. So now I have to teach him the ABC and note values. He grew bored eventually, so I taught him the most basic posture and the four main strings. He grew so excited he actually wanted to learn how to play all the notes in his very first lesson!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Unfortunately we ran out of time, so I asked him to practice just those 4 strings and concentrate on trying to produce a better tone instead.^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt; I had the privilege of sitting in for another observation. This teacher was quite experienced, and I learned a few useful tips from her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt; So there u have the highlights of my day yesterday. The coming afternoon is another day with two more students. In addition, I have to sit in for a toddler’s class. I hope everything goes well. I’ve never really handled toddlers before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116240133375016418?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116240133375016418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116240133375016418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116240133375016418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116240133375016418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-first-day-at-work.html' title='*my first day at work!!'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-116240117372391941</id><published>2006-11-02T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:56:29.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>as long as humans live, war will never cease??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As i waited for November to come, i watched a few DVDs belonging to my brother. I watched Satoshi Kon's Millionaire Actress. (For those who are wondering who Satoshi Kon is, he's the director for Spirited Away&lt;em&gt;QianYuQianXun&lt;/em&gt;. In mandarin, he is &lt;em&gt;GongQiJun&lt;/em&gt;. )&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;


The story starts with this film director who interviews this old lady. As she tells her tale, her story gets unraveled along with all the roles that she has acted. In the very beginning, she fell in love with this mysterious rebel at first sight in Japan. Then, in persue of this man, she became an actress.
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Her career spawned from old times until after the World War 2, where she witnessed the world change. Her only clue of this man was a key that he left her with. He said that it was the key to the most important thing ever. As time passed, she forgot his face. Painfully she still waited, until one day, she suddenly vanished from the screen. She lived a secluded, quiet life until her death after the interview.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;


It was after her death did the director told his cameraman that the man she loved was long dead before World War2. Now you will surely find the man, he said to her at her deathbed. As her soul ascended into the stars. She said,"Perhaps. But it doesn't matter now. It was the journey of going after him which made me fell in love with."

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The other movie was a terrific CG(color graphic) animation, Appleseed. For those who like sci-fi robots, this show is really exciting.^^ It also has some powerful lines about humanity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;


The story is set in the future where the world was removed to ashes after another global war. Duenan Knute was an elite soldier in these ruins, until she was brought to another side of Earth--the city of Olympus. Here, there was no war, but peace among humans and clones called Bioroids. Bioroids' emotion were surpressed, They know no hatred or love, thus minimizing desire, anger and war. However, they cannot reproduce.
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Problem arouses in this peaceful city when some humans despise these Bioroids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; "There are even those who plan the annihilation of all human beings, because as long as man lives, war will never cease." &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I think that's a scary idea. Are we really so cannibalistic deep down? I know man is capable of turning into animals when desperate, but i'm sure war can be stopped. By how and by what means i'm not sure. But nobody likes to live in a war-torn world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just because we vary in religion and skin colour, what makes it worth to have blood spilled? Do we achieve anything in the end? What are we even fighting for?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116240117372391941?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116240117372391941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116240117372391941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116240117372391941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116240117372391941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-long-as-humans-live-war-will-never.html' title='as long as humans live, war will never cease??!'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-116217964275775787</id><published>2006-10-30T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>gReET!ng$</title><content type='html'>Greetings from a small island a trench away from Johor.^^
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Ah well, work officially starts on the coming Friday. But then, I‘m still worried about my EP (Employment Pass). Sigh… hopefully it gets through a.s.a.p. Otherwise, I’ll have to go out and come in again. My visitor pass only allows me to stay for 14 days. Without the EP, I can’t even work!
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I’ve had a few more observations last Friday and Sunday. The Trinity Guildhall exams were near, so I had the privilege to sit in and observe how mock exams were conducted. The syllabus was quite the same with the Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Music. However, students were given the priority to choose from viva voce (oral test) or one piece to be performed in memory. For higher grades, scales can be substituted with a study or etude.
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So far, I’ve met all my students who I will take over starting in November. Most of them were still manageable. One or two were active and reluctant to practice. Whatever their attitude, the most important factor is I do my job seriously. So….wish me luck.^^
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Sigh….me and my siblings are forced to move because the owner wanted it for other reasons. Well, too bad. We really love this place. It’s windy and it’s NOT a corridor unit. Imagine how it is having people peek into your windows if you have a corridor unit. But then it will be very hot and stuffy if you close all the windows or draw the curtains. Just last night, me and my brother walked past all those corridor units and saw a half naked man cooking in the kitchen. &gt;.&lt;
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I SINCERELY hope that we will not be forced to take a corridor unit.
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Living standards in Singapore are much higher. Food is higher. However it has a much larger market. There’s a lot more stuff here than Malaysia, especially Japanese stuff. Japanese food, mangas, animes, souvenirs, etc. There seems to be a lot of shopping complexes, too. (Especially the area around my office) Hopefully I don’t get too carried away. *gulp*
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Aaaargh! I hate myself! I forgot to bring my games DVD as well as my hand-phone cable installation CD. So sorry guys, I’ll have to upload the photos much later. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116217964275775787?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116217964275775787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116217964275775787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116217964275775787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116217964275775787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/10/greetng.html' title='gReET!ng$'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-116150439743400404</id><published>2006-10-22T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:56:29.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>where doth HUMANITY?</title><content type='html'>Pro Tv cameraman Sergiu Matei returned to Romania after climbing Himalaya and brought home with him a shocking story. Chinese coldiers shooting at Tibetan pilgrims. Real-life manslaughter caught LIVE on videotape!!
&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="autoplay=true" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-8127914502781248785&amp;amp;hl=en" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;This was posted from:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt; http://www.protv.ro/filme/exclusive-footage-of-chinese-soldiers-shooting-at-tibetan-pilgrims.html#4265&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;

                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116150439743400404?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116150439743400404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116150439743400404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116150439743400404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116150439743400404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-doth-humanity.html' title='where doth HUMANITY?'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-116101864932870878</id><published>2006-10-17T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:56:29.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>have u missed something in your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That day, i watched a movie on television. Something i rarely do. hehe....^^ But anyway the story was very sad and touching. This korean movie was adapted from an English literature "Daddy-long-legs". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There was this orphan girl who received a present from a mysterious man. It was a big sum of money for her university studies as well as a necklace. The girl kept trying to find the man, but she could not find him. So she nicknamed him "daddy-long-legs".&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;


She got a job as a program instructor in the radio station after graduating. In order to find this 'daddy-long'legs', she transformed part of her story into the program, hoping that perhaps this mystery man will appear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;


Part of her stories were about this girl who fell in love with a boy in high school. To persue him, she studied hard so she could join him in his university. However, she did not have the courage to tell him that she loved him. By the time she tried to tell him, he already has a girlfriend. Yet, she could not forget him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;


One day this girl of her story fell ill. Her brain was infected. Soon she will start to loose her memory and ultimately, she will die. In order to keep the memory of him, she would write down every detail about him everyday and post it on a bulletin board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Meanwhile, in real life, the orphan girl was dating with a guy working in her station's library.

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It was under coincidence she found out that she got the job through the manager. Just when she thought the manager was her 'daddy-long-legs', it turned out that the manager was just helping his younger brother---her boyfriend.

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She was even more shocked when she found out that the boyfriend was suffering from a terminal brain disease. She regretted so much that she didn't stop to look around her, that the man who cared for her was actually by her side all this while.

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When Christmas came, she went to the themepark once more and said aloud to the stars. "You lied. U asked me to wish upon the shooting star. But it never came true. Did you know what i wished? I wished that we could come here again and again to see the stars." Saying that, she broke into tears as the first snow fell from the sky.
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&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So, friends, at some point of your life, stop and look around you. Have you missed something? Have you not noticed that someone is out there, caring for you all this while? Well, perhaps now is a good time to think.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116101864932870878?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116101864932870878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116101864932870878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116101864932870878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116101864932870878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-u-missed-something-in-your-life.html' title='have u missed something in your life?'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-116093214944378994</id><published>2006-10-16T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:56:29.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>parental quarrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Some parents try not to quarrel in front of thier children. This is because as children, they tend to think the worst out if these situations. They get depressed or even blame themselves for it. When they grow older, they start to know how to think. Then, parents might take it out in the open. Even so, it can still be quite saddening. It makes someone feel frustrated because there is little that can be done. After each fight the atmosphere in the house turns eerie and silent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;

I have a friend who voiced her concern over her parents once. She said something was amiss but she couldn't find out why. Her parents hid from her. I thought that was something acceptable. That's when she said,"I would rather have a knowlege about it. Its because they are not talking and that gives me a sense of insecure. I don't know what is going on. I make wild guesses."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;

While it is agreed that when couples fight it is as normal as drinking water, i think it really has no good impact on anyone at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116093214944378994?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116093214944378994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116093214944378994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116093214944378994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116093214944378994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/10/parental-quarrel.html' title='parental quarrel'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-116063727482748545</id><published>2006-10-12T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:50:34.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>r e b i r t h</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;YooHoo!! Back home in Ipoh for another 1 or 2 weeks before i START WORK! Yup! I just signed a contract in Singapore, going to teach for the meantime over there starting in November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So the past few days i've been lazing about my siblings apartment. Besides cleaning house, watching animes, movies and comics, i would go around town trying to figure out the bus routes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I had a rather embarrasing experience&lt;/span&gt; on the of my 1st day of observation. As a freshy, i was supposed to attend observations on a class conducted by an experienced teacher. So i took the bus 174 to Orchard Road. But as time passed, i started to feel strange. The roads became more and more isolated and the bus ride was VERY LONG. before i knew it, i was in JURONG!!! (That's like, on the other end of Singapore mainland.)&gt;o&lt; &lt;face="verdana" size="3" color="#cccccc"&gt;What to do? Take again lo. Luckily i was at the interchange station. So i walked over to the other end and took 174 again lo. By the time i reached the centre i was 2 hours late and missed 2 lessons already. *sob*
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&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then on my 2nd day of observation on Sunday, i was suddenly called to do relief teaching at thier branch school at Parkway Parade. I had NO IDEA how to teach before this. Besides being a little shocked by thier action, i was even more shocked to find out that i was called in to teach PIANO beginners.(Originally i opted to teach violin)So the day went by having to teach 6 little kiddies. Fortunately they all kept notebooks. So i just continued with what their teacher taught last week. Some were adorable, some smart, some talkative. Most were co-operative, except one. Sigh....How to teach a talkative kid who keeps saying 'NO' to your requests? *headache* She'll make excuses like,"how much time left?" or "could i go to toilet?" -_-#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What was perceived as a catastrophy for me that day actually turned out to be quite good. The branch person-in-charge said she already informed the committee that i did a great job. *pengsan* (faint) I suddenly got the feeling that i was 'framed' and tested without my knowlege. Oh well, there's still a LONG way ahead. Hopefully i don't get too much problematic kids. The centre is SO magnamous to pass me this teenager who's in for the November Trinity GRADE 5 violin exam. Furthermore, i'm to accompany her on piano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can already feel the rope closing in on my neck. If she fails, i die. As simple as that. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, anybody heard of DeathNote the manga? I'm simply drooling over it. The life-time movie is coming soon to Singapore screen theatres.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-116063727482748545?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116063727482748545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=116063727482748545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116063727482748545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/116063727482748545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/10/r-e-b-i-r-t-h.html' title='r e b i r t h'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-115937385431509316</id><published>2006-09-27T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:56:29.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>just thinking.......simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A friend of mine mentionened in his blog about feeling weird because his ex was going out with someone. It even triggered a little misunderstanding among his friends, that he was feeling down! wahaha... I knew what it meant, so he didn't need my console.^^ &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;But a particular person mentioned that even after the breakup, each person will have a special place in each other's heart. They could still be friends, or even close friends.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I agree with that. In fact, I'm still in good terms with a guy who was interested in me. I turned him down, because of my own personal reasons. He's now dating another friend of mine whom i often hung out together with him. But it doesn't matter who he dates, he's still a good friend, and I treasure him for that. We still talk from time to time, care for each other and things like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;There was a time when they both hid from me. Apparently they were worried about me not being able to accept the news. But i'm REALLY glad it all worked out. I would HATE to loose two trustworthy friends just because of this.^^Friend's forever ya?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A friend of mine thought it seemed awkward and embarrasing because we studied together in the same faculty. Well....i think it depends on how u look at it.^^ &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sometimes, the world would seem so much easier if u could just think SIMPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-115937385431509316?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115937385431509316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=115937385431509316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115937385431509316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115937385431509316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-thinkingsimple.html' title='just thinking.......simple'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-115928528963154226</id><published>2006-09-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:57:29.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>anatawa namae wa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I remember reading one of my friend’s blog which touched on the topic of Names. Our parents pick our names for many different reasons. Some hope that we live up to our given names; others bless us with our names and so forth. Each person’s name is unique.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I didn’t really appreciate my name when I was young. I always thought it sounded strange and spelt in a strange way. All in all, it was not the norm. ‘Too many alphabet ‘E’s in it. And why is there a ‘V’?’
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Teachers and peers alike could never pronounce my name right, at least not to my liking. They tend to emphasis too much on the ‘E’ of my last name. I don’t think I need an emphasis on it, since it’s already spelt as ‘Ee’.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When I went for high school, in order to ‘hide’ my name, I adopted the popular trend—using a Christian name. I even used a Japanese name while online! &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It wasn’t until college did I learn to appreciate my name. There was this English lecturer in my faculty who loved to read. He’s a the sort of fellow who made lectures fun with his cute antiques. He claims that he couldn’t remember our names due to its huge variety and complication. Therefore, he always called us by mistake. For example, Karen Lye became Lye Lye; or Lau Mei Ling became Angela!! He would mix up names with similar sounds such as &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;dy and A&lt;strong&gt;man&lt;/strong&gt;da. Nonetheless we had a roaring laughter. He never forgot my name though, for the reason that he said it sounds like Latin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Julius Caeser had a quote that ran like this: &lt;strong&gt;Veni, vidi, vici&lt;/strong&gt;. (I came, I saw, I conquered)


So, since my name is VennEe, so…it hums with &lt;strong&gt;veni&lt;/strong&gt;! Heee…^^


Choir once sang a Mozart’s 4-part song entitled “Veni Sancte Spiritus”(here comes a holy spirit). It kind of helped spread my name around the music faculty.^^ Credits to Mozart!. =P&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-115928528963154226?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115928528963154226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=115928528963154226&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115928528963154226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115928528963154226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/09/anatawa-namae-wa.html' title='anatawa namae wa?'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-115899947737577250</id><published>2006-09-23T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:57:29.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>busy...busy...busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I’ve been so busy spring cleaning lately. I can hardly breathe!
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
First of all, my home library is being renovated, so all furniture was moved out, including all the books inside. I still can’t believe how many books there are! There must have been hundreds of them, ranging from literatures, novels, encyclopedias, medical books, historical books, puzzle books, language books, art books and even fairy tales! Luckily only one third of these were shifted out to the living room. The rest were still in the huge cupboard because it was already affixed to one side of the walls. (from floor to ceiling) The piles are yet to be put back in after we rearrange the furniture to fit in my piano. I dread if I were to go over them and pick and good ones to remain. Some were already yellow, crumpled or decayed. (mostly children’s books passed down from generations to generations) Right now, I’m just concentrating with MY stuff.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Ever since I moved all the things back home I ‘ve been going through a headache just trying to place my things. Firstly, there’s the problem of not enough room space to fit in my 5-tier drawer. Secondly, is since I exchanged room with my brother, HIS stuff are still in the cupboards. Sigh…. My CDs are another big problem. I don’t have a rack or a file big enough to fit all the CDs.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Last night I went through one whole night just trying to label my music books. There is just SO much. It’s almost as much as one third of my home library! There were books so old that they date back to 1965 publishing date. The oldest, rarest book is perhaps ABRSM’s piano exam book dated 1975. Still not surprised? Tell u what, my sister was &lt;em&gt;born&lt;/em&gt; on that year.^^
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Since all my siblings took up piano under different teachers before me, they left me with numerous books of beginner and intermediate level. These books introduce various teaching methods. WAA! I must thank my siblings!^^ These books provide vital reference sources in teaching kids. Hee…
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Right now I’m looking at the pieces of paper where I scribbled down the information of all the books in my music library. I have yet to type them down in clear font. Sigh……
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Another sad thing is….I noticed I lost ALL my history notes!!! *wail*
My ‘beloved’ notes….&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-115899947737577250?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115899947737577250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=115899947737577250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115899947737577250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115899947737577250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/09/busybusybusy.html' title='busy...busy...busy'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-446275123543194975</id><published>2006-09-19T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:33:57.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>Blue Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/1600/angelcomplt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/320/angelcomplt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I drew this quite some time ago back in the last few months of year 2002. I just finished the UEC examinations, and was bored. So i took the liberty to draw this. Its hand-drawn on a thick piece of art paper using watercolor. Drawing it in a single color was quite challenging. I used up A LOT of my time to perfect this. It may not be a masterpiece but i quite like the outcome. Forgive me for the crumpled condition. I don't have the kind of large folio for a picture that big. I just scrolled it up, badly. &gt;.&lt;



&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/1600/angelhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/320/angelhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




CloseUp of the head. Clumsy me forgot to change my brushes. I only remembered after drawing halfway through. So some of the hair strands actually look thick and unnatural. Fortunately, i drew the eyes using the correct brush.^^





&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/1600/angelback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/320/angelback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




Closeup of the back of the angel. The pencil outlines, as you can see here, have faded. But the wings can still be noted.








&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/1600/angelwing01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/320/angelwing01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




Closeup of the wing. Huge, large wings inspired by X the comic. I took a lot of time perfecting it in pencil before painting it.








&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/1600/angelwing02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/320/angelwing02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




Another closeup of the wing. I darkened one part of it to show that the wings were folded and not expanded.








&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/1600/angelwing03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/320/angelwing03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




The complete wing extended from the the back. The wing extends beyond the paper, its just that i didn't have that big a paper to finish it!^^
But in any case, I was already satisfied. It DID help me pass my time back then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-446275123543194975?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/446275123543194975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=446275123543194975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/446275123543194975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/446275123543194975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/09/blue-angel.html' title='Blue Angel'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30267072.post-115825229594415162</id><published>2006-09-15T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:56:29.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky LIFE'/><title type='text'>Romance...yes or no?</title><content type='html'>Persuing studies in another country can prove to be a scary yet fun experience. We get to widen our horizon on the world, even change our perspectives, the way we think and so forth. But what if this means leaving your other half behind? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
That was one of the reasons why i, until now remain single. For some, they might think that rejecting a relationship is a foolish act. Others may think that it was because i closed my heart. But believe it or not i would rather hurt myself than any other soul. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Right now i'm at the crossroads. I don't know where i shall go, where to go, or what to do. I sometimes feel as if i'm floating in a little boat out at sea. A boat with no oars, only a sail. When the wind blows i shall follow it, to whereever it wants me to. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Under such circumstances, i find it difficult to have a relationship. I would not want one without commitment, both his and mine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
What lays ahead i cannot tell. Nobody can. Things may change. Things may not. The most important thing is, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; I change? Until I am able to give myself a certain answer; put faith in myself, perhaps then things would turn around. When will that be? I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-115825229594415162?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115825229594415162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=115825229594415162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115825229594415162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115825229594415162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/09/romanceyes-or-no.html' title='Romance...yes or no?'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-261538222131201320</id><published>2006-09-13T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:12:34.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketcheS'/><title type='text'>Lo0k-@liKe</title><content type='html'>These are a few of my friends. I drew these during two long months of term break '05. Guess which is you. hehe...^^


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/3JP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 250px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/3JP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/BBjoshua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 271px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/BBjoshua.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/4GP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 310px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/4GP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/2JP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 285px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/2JP1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/1JP0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 296px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/1JP0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4GP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://s188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4GP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-261538222131201320?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/261538222131201320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=261538222131201320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/261538222131201320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/261538222131201320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/09/lo0k-like.html' title='Lo0k-@liKe'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z88/moonelvenstar/artwork/th_3JP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-115807871649215700</id><published>2006-09-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:55:28.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAcaTION'/><title type='text'>trip to p@rAdIsE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm writing this blog on demand of a friend who asked me to update my blog to rid her off her boredom. haha.... It's the first time i write on demand. But nonetheless I'm glad to hear that. ^^









Langkawi. I had a sad incident with it before. Intitially this trip would have been my 2nd trip if i had gone with my from 6 classmates back in high school. But, i had the 'priviledge' of falling sick. Sigh.... I was down with a high fever,and was forced to drop it at the very last moment. I was so sad. Well, now i finally get to go there.^^



&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;On 1st of September i grabbed a bus to Butterworth to meet with a Cat whose hometown is there. She came and picked me up as well as Ah Be, Joanna and Jason who came down from KL. That night, she took us to Gurney to eat.^^ It was something like a huge hawker centre. We stayed overnight at her place that night, watching funny videos provided by Jason. (he brought out his laptop) We watched until late at night and he showed me this cute little video of a birthday chorus. Just so happen that it was already 2nd September---my birthday^^. Thanx Jason.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The next day we woke up late, went for a morning market meal.(again it had a big hawker centre) Then we went off to the jetty. We enjoyed TWO ferry trips. Because, we were miss- informed about the time schedule of the boat for Langkawi from Penang. Thus, we stayed back in the ferry for it to go back. The rest of the day was used on the trip on just getting to Langkawi. We went to the bus station after that. Took a bus to Kedah, hopped on a local bus to the jetty,and finally got on a boat bound for langkawi. Once there, we rented a car and headed for the hotel that we booked for that night--Langkasuka Resort. It was near the sea, so besides swimming in thier pool, we could run over to the beach as well.^^ The room was OK, 2 queen sized bed, just good for five people to squeeze in.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;By then our tummies were ravingly hungry. It was already 3pm! So we went inland for a bite and shopped for a while for duty-free goods--chocolates and alcohol. Poor jason, the rented Proton Aeroback was manual, so he had to use all his energy just to turn the steering wheel. The vehicle was especially heavy after our shopping. ^^That night, me, Cat, Joanna and Ah Be went for a swim in the swimming pool. It was fun. Even though i couldn't swim all too well. It had been around 10 years since i went to the pool!&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5750/3238/200/IMG_3887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more fotos here!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angels6009.spaces.live.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://angels6009.spaces.live.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We were brought to Helang Island as well to see the eagles hovering above our boat. The captain was kind enough to bring us to the shallow waters to see coral reefs. We even saw some fishes!^^As we were pressing for time, we returned to Pantai Cenang, had a quick shower and headed back to the pier. We bought &lt;em&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/em&gt; to eat in the car while Jason rushed us off to catch the boat.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We got a shock when we were at the traffic lights near the pier. The driver next to our car signaled to us. It appears that we have a flat tyre! We had no choice but to carry on, hoping that it would be OK. Fortunately we arrived safely. A few of us still had the shopping craze while we were waiting for the boat at the shopping mall next to the pier.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Our mood were kind of spoiled when the officer at the check out point declared that Alcohol are only tax-&lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; if we've stayed for 48 hours, meaning 2 nights stay. Sigh....so we had to pay an extra sum of money after bargaining with the officer.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After an hour and a half or so in the boat, we tried to catch the bus to the bus station at Kedah. We bought burgers while waiting. But after a while we decided to take the taxi instead. We really &lt;em&gt;respect&lt;/em&gt; this uncle, man. He drives like F1 racer through the winding kampung roads. In fact, i think he's even better. there were no street lamps along the winding road!!
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;At the bus station, we tried looking for our desired bus. Cat returns to Butterworth, me to Ipoh and the rest of the gang to KL. there were still KL busses, but unfortunately none for ipoh. Poor me! So i went to Butterworth with Cat instead and went back Ipoh from there the next morning. I fell sick after the trip, as mentioned in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;~siCk~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;earlier on. But all in all, it was a memorable trip, and a great way to pass a birthday! nyahaha....
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I remembered in the taxi along the way to the Kedah bus station, jason chit-chatted with the driver uncle. He even asked about his family. It turns out that this poor fella lost one of his children to a car accident just last week. Everyone was surprised in the way he told us about the news. It seemed as if he said it in a matter-of-fact kind of tone with no hint of pain. Well, i guess its because of the &lt;em&gt;Islam&lt;/em&gt; religion. They regard death as a kind of enlightenment from human suffering, that they'll return to the embrace of &lt;em&gt;Allah&lt;/em&gt;. What else can be better than that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-115807871649215700?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115807871649215700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=115807871649215700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115807871649215700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115807871649215700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/09/trip-to-pradise.html' title='trip to p@rAdIsE'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-115768091988641975</id><published>2006-09-08T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:57:29.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>crawled back from Hell...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went through Hell. I suffered one whole afternoon of immense pain in my lower abdomen due to menstrual. Sigh... Women's greatest problems. I already have an idea how painful giving birth can be! My usual case was: I can only survive with a white panadol. The last time it struck i thought it was my worst case. It was so painful that even two panadols won't ease the pain. Not even when my mom gave me a hot tumbler for my tummy. So there i was, tossing and turning in bed, yelping and gasping in pain until my dad came and used acupuncture to numb my lower body. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Well, it seemed that that was the worse. Because THIS is the worst. Once again, uncontrollable pain and nausea.(I DO throw up sometimes)My left arm was numb and i was sweating cold sweat and breathing heavily. I tried to control my intake of panadol, minimising it to a little bite of the pill bit by bit until i got desperate and ate the whole pill eventually. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;The pain only subsided quite some time afterwards. How long did i suffer i don't exactly remember. GOD! Why must i go through this??!! I'm desperate for a cure!!!! *wail* &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;From now on, NO MORE COLD OR ICED DRINKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-115768091988641975?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115768091988641975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=115768091988641975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115768091988641975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115768091988641975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/09/crawled-back-from-hell.html' title='crawled back from Hell...'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30267072.post-115753030005230759</id><published>2006-09-06T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:57:29.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaRy'/><title type='text'>~sICk~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OK. I'm at home now with nobody else. I wondered where everybody went. Hmmm.... in any case, I don't feel well at all. Suffering from serious case of diarrhea, fever, drowsy and slight hint of nausea. Ugh. Can't even walk straight or bend down. Feeling weak because my body has failed to intake any energy or nutrients. So i've slept for this whole day.


It all started yesterday morning. I woke up in the morning and realized i had diarrhea, but since i had important matters to deal with in KL, i decided to go with the plan after taking some pills. I took the long distance bus down to KL, and had a late lunch in front of college with a friend of mine. By then i was not feeling well at all. I was experiencing nausea and gastric pain. I couldn't even swallow my food. So i bought a packet of dried sour plum and chewed on it the whole day to drive off my urge to vomit.

When evening came i realized that fever was creeping in. So i swallowed another panadol. By the time i reached puduraya i was shivering, sick and forcing myself to eat a cup of corn. I shivered on the bus, not because i did not have a jacket, i did. But because of my fever. When i reached home, dad gave me some porridge, but i couldn't swallow them at all, so i ate a few grapes instead. Then i showered, took some chinese fever pills and slept.

i awoke in the morning and atttempted to eat a hard-boiled egg with Milo, only i only managed to eat half of the egg. Then because my head was spinning seriously i hopped back on my bed with hopes of getting rid of it. Now as i'm typing this blog, i just showered after getting up in the afternoon, with a hungry stomache and no one at home. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30267072-115753030005230759?l=venneexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115753030005230759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30267072&amp;postID=115753030005230759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115753030005230759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30267072/posts/default/115753030005230759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venneexpress.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick.html' title='~sICk~'/><author><name>*venNEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586987644750585399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
