<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:43:17.239-07:00</updated><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Tests.'/><title type='text'>フルーツバスケット</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-2189113347910930752</id><published>2010-01-02T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:28:14.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>Time really flies. 2009 seems to be a pretty short year to me as I have tried stuffs that i never tried before: the first time to go on a business trip, the first time to go on a tour myself, the first time to experience a flood , the first time to drink so much of alcohol, first time get sick during Christmas and lost all the fun...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 can be considered to be a hectic work year ( as work plays a major part in  my life in 2009) and also an enriching year as i gained lots of society knowledge : How to "teh" my way thru, how to lie with my eyes wide open... And from all the injuries i gained from, i learnt something and try not to make the same mistake again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2010 resolution:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to have a work life balance. ( This is one which i still don't get it even though my boss preach this a couple of times)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to bring work back home to do. This is the top priority which I muz learn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to be too kind.Due to this, I have unnecessary workload&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try not to give suggestion.  Normally whateva suggestion i give, in the end it becum my responsibility.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look for a new pasture. ( KIV)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gambette on my Jap!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above seems to be attainable.. *twist my finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-2189113347910930752?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2189113347910930752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=2189113347910930752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2189113347910930752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2189113347910930752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-year-resolution.html' title='2010 New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-7483511947079885463</id><published>2009-12-11T04:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:46:06.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoilday mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My one week holiday is almost over soon. Haiz. Good times really flies. However, i did a lot of reflections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nv be too KPO. Things that are not within my scope of supply, SIAM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nv have too much expectation. If things doesn't cover your expectation, at least you will not feel such a big disappointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muz be Zai. I finally get the meaning of zai. It means to take your pace, no matter how pp chase you like mad dog, you still have to maintain your posture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sianz... I really dun like to go back to work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, I was chit chatting with a friend on stars. Then, it brought us to the topic of what seeing a shooting star symbolise. Out of curiosity and find the below explanation:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shooting star symbolizes a brief fleeting moment in ones life just like the&lt;br /&gt;brief wonder of seeing a shooting star race across the night sky. They can also&lt;br /&gt;be a symbol of reaching ones ultimate destiny.Shooting stars, asteroids, and the&lt;br /&gt;movement of the heavenly bodies in the night sky have always fascinated to&lt;br /&gt;humans. Some cultures have always had strong beliefs and superstitions in the&lt;br /&gt;meaning of shooting stars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Traditionally shooting stars also meant a new birth&lt;br /&gt;and changes in ones life and also a wish for a better life.&lt;a href="http://www.tao-of-tattoos.com/shooting-star-tattoos.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.tao-of-tattoos.com/shooting-s…&lt;/a&gt;In old Greece falling stars were believed to be rising or falling human souls. Aristophanes spoke of "souls of poor people, drunkenly walking home after they had dinner at a rich  star". According to Jewish and Christian tradition fallen stars reflect fallen angels and demons.Nowadays, in certain parts of Asia people believe a falling star is a bad omen: the "tears from the moon about the lost sunbride" would predict war, death or demise of a close person. According to more common belief though, it's a good omen, cause when one makes a wish when one sees a falling star, the wish will come true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In Europe at the time when the Greek astronomer Ptolemy's view of the cosmos as a universe of interlocking spheres became the orthodoxy, there was a widely accepted and very poetic explanation for "falling stars" which was entirely consistent with other deeply held beliefs of the time.It was thought that the gods, overwhelmed with curiosity, would sometimes look at the earth from between the spheres, and that in that instant a star or two might slip through the gap and become visible as a falling or shooting star. Since the gods were clearly peering down at that very moment, it was considered an excellent opportunity to voice one's wishes with the guarantee that the gods would hear them. This is probably where the idea of wishing on a falling or&lt;br /&gt;shooting star comes from. Similar superstitions are widespread even in cultures&lt;br /&gt;remote from Europe: in Chile, you must pick up a stone in the same moment, and&lt;br /&gt;in the Philippines tie a knot in a handkerchief.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0De7m86XnM/SyI8xMmSCtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OoB87HbhBcE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&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/18158910-7483511947079885463?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7483511947079885463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=7483511947079885463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/7483511947079885463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/7483511947079885463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoilday-mood.html' title='Hoilday mood'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-3096616604864103786</id><published>2009-12-03T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:10:27.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Today i was feeling super disappointed when i come to know that a job is being assigned to A and when I come to know that banana is helping me to fight for bonus. Mr Tt's reaction is that just show A where the information are stored and that's all. I suddenly feel a pinch in my heart. All my hard work of colliding to wall just hand it over to people like that. A job that I suppose that i'm the person who is most familiar with the proj ( the proj spec the same, just a change in product). Initially, I thought this disappointment comes about how much I wanted this project and just feel sad that I could so easliy being replaced. I was thinking I'm a pervert, how come suddenly wanted this project, while the day before was hoping that i will not be doing the project at all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After talking to KW, i really realise the root of my disappointment. I wanted to get recognised, not so easily being replaced in work. Incidents started to flash back which make me even more disappointment. ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Tt is a real impatient mentor. He did mentioned b4, he is willing to coach me. He is the person who know that i have zero knowledge in this field and will need guidance. When come to real stuff that you do not understand, he will ask you to consult the da gege, or insult you , " dont tell me you are here so long, you still do not understand . . . " this statement really create a big impact on me and i nv ask him again.I will not have such a reaction if i'm guilty of that, but it was the first time i come across that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The value of me in that area. Everyone in the room seems to have his speciality. Esp LD and A are specialised in some technical aspect (PS: the LD and A are considered his Right and left hand), even the IN are proficient in certain area. What about me? Mr Tt initially mentioned " I will not put all eggs in one basket", thus certain reports he will ask me to be in charge. Within weeks, he take that responsibility from me and give it to LD. See, how double standard is he. When i was handling this proj, he mentioned " now you are the only one who is specialized in this area"  that is why i work super hard for this, and willing to work day and night for it, coz i expect i will really learn something that has high barrier. But poof, today he just proved what he say is untrue by assigning to A, ( is not that i handle but assist by A).This only give me a feeling that i am easily replacable. What i have been doing, all hard works are just nothing. Thinking back, what LD, A and IN know, i have no knowledge of that and they are unwilling to share. However, whatever i have knowledge of, they knew that. here are not the only 2 incidents. The most great disappointment is that whatever Mr Tt says wasn't words of honesty.To them, I'm just an admin staff, a replacement, some one who back up them and assistant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banana still does not understand the meaning of my words  behind that my leaving of the area may due to emotional reason. He still thought the main reason i can't stand is that no guidance is given, no official training or impart in the technical skill. my main reason of leaving is because of the great disappointment i have with the team, with Mr Tt. I have lost trust in LD and IN, and have lost faith in Tt. Although I already decided to leave and is looking for job, but this incident spark me to be even more active. There's no reason for me to stay on, no more tears shed on these.They seems not to understand what i value is not monetary value, but recognition..Though a lot of pp did tell me that outside world is not like what i am in now, i am still willing to work here if i get the recognition i deserve. But i don't. Think the thing that goes really wrong is that I have too high an expectation how a working life should be like.My error is that I really forget my position and the work scope I suppose to do. I should not have expectation on my bosses that i will be appreciated. So work hard will lead you no way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since banana joins in, i shed even more tears when he started to preach to me work life balance. I realise i have been a backup, a rubbish dump ( do jobs that pp will not like to do, either is too tedious, or not their scope of excellence) . Bleak. I started to tink what I have learn the past 1.5 yrs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Not to have high expectation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Do not even expect, as no expectation lead to no disppointment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The world is unfair; there will be cases people take your credit for their own use, or take your credit and give to other pp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, have to thank for all the lessons they give me. Because of this, i started to know myself a bit better.I'm actually not an angel. I do not have this selfless spirit just to share knowledge openly to other. I'll still perserve on and finished the project to thank those who really appreciated me.  Gambette!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-3096616604864103786?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3096616604864103786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=3096616604864103786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/3096616604864103786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/3096616604864103786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-1226735560620802327</id><published>2009-12-01T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:19:40.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xia mi diary</title><content type='html'>今天不知道为了什么，虾米 心情十分闷。前一天是发生了一点小事，让它有点匪夷所思。。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;以下是发生在虾米身上的事。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;前天，香蕉叫虾米去谈谈。它谈了所谓的work-life balance.haiz...但香蕉永远也不明白虾米的痛苦。虾米是如此多么想不去想工作的事。但它必定只是一只虾米，一只被吹一下就会飞掉的虾米。很多东西不是虾米可以控制的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;虾米和另一位朋友也起了一点摩擦。但经过这件事，让虾米决定了一间事。事情不能再拖了。必须马上处理。。 因此，它决定勇敢的游away. Hope this xiami make the right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/18158910-1226735560620802327?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1226735560620802327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=1226735560620802327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/1226735560620802327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/1226735560620802327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/12/xia-mi-diary.html' title='xia mi diary'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-2857310193606788812</id><published>2009-09-29T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:20:36.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines Trip</title><content type='html'>Not knowing it, I already stay here for 7 days. These 7 days I really learn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Treat all people equally, no matter what status they are. You do not excel anyone.&lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone in the world has his strong point to learn from.&lt;br /&gt;3. No matter where you goes, friends are important. They make your trip complete.&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel really widen one' sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr i'll be going back. bb, manila.I miz ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-2857310193606788812?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2857310193606788812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=2857310193606788812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2857310193606788812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2857310193606788812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/philippines-trip.html' title='Philippines Trip'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-9068806500536938384</id><published>2009-09-28T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:02:51.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines Trip 24th Sept ~ 30th Sept 2009</title><content type='html'>This is my most memorable trip oversea: is my very first oversea business trip. Initially I am super reluctant to make this trip. The main reason is the insecurity that I had in my heart : All alone in a foreign country, a country which i had language barrier in ( My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; is not powerful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;enuf&lt;/span&gt;). The other worry is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inconfidence&lt;/span&gt; I had with myself. Though I had work on this project ever since I joined the company., I'm still fresh out from school.  This is a six digit project and i am handling all by my own. Super scary, but is a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret of making this trip to Philippines, without my boss accompany. Overnight, i h&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ave&lt;/span&gt; a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Filipinos&lt;/span&gt; friends. They really melt my heart with their warmth and friendliness. They are really a butch of happy people who know how to enjoy life. After work, they will drop by at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lodge&lt;/span&gt; or restaurant near the seaside, enjoy live band music. This is really a relax experience and a great time to bond relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip also let me had a chance to build up a network. Due to the size of the project, I get to know big shots like founder of the big US company, president of blah blah company. From this trip, i realise not all big shots are snobbish. They are actually quite approachable people and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;willing&lt;/span&gt; to share their experience with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project also build up my guts. I actually dare to present right in front a group of experts uncles. And they are listening to what i say.what an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food here is also great. Seafood almost every meal. The seafood here is super fresh. the oyster here is so super fresh. I like the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sashimi&lt;/span&gt; too. the meat is firm, and when you bite you can feel the freshness in the meat. talking of this make my saliva drip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt; trip can be tough, but i really learn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing that happen is the flood that occurs in manila. Let's mourn for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;causalities&lt;/span&gt;.I was in the place of disaster. The fortunate thing is I was working in the office.  This is the first time I experience flood. It can be say at that moment you are cut off from the outside world. You can only survive on the stuff you had at home. Although that day i had to work 24 hour, i enjoying it as i had friends to help me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-9068806500536938384?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/9068806500536938384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=9068806500536938384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/9068806500536938384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/9068806500536938384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/philippines-trip-24th-sept-30th-sept.html' title='Philippines Trip 24th Sept ~ 30th Sept 2009'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-654891473131476873</id><published>2009-09-23T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:03:07.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0De7m86XnM/SrnkQ2YxOlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AqonIl59AkU/s1600-h/3d0d706cd5db833a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384585807626582610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0De7m86XnM/SrnkQ2YxOlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AqonIl59AkU/s320/3d0d706cd5db833a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;心里有许多的不愿意，但我却无能为力。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;心里有许多得无馁，我真不知如何面对。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;人生真是有很多的无馁与不愿。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/18158910-654891473131476873?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/654891473131476873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=654891473131476873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/654891473131476873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/654891473131476873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_X0De7m86XnM/SrnkQ2YxOlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AqonIl59AkU/s72-c/3d0d706cd5db833a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-4504045042131791073</id><published>2009-09-22T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:36:33.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0De7m86XnM/Srj83XJ75tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gQOmo6HKQK4/s1600-h/BTNDCA57G9K2CALLPVG2CAFB04QHCAEQ1HX3CAXB6G1UCAS02SNYCAD3VEW6CA6E5BDZCA5JUWFICAYWUDGACA0049FOCA1N4ZI0CATQTBX4CATO7EOQCAGO6D3RCAOS8KTFCAATTRCICASMGGBZCAXPIH55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384331382560122578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0De7m86XnM/Srj83XJ75tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gQOmo6HKQK4/s320/BTNDCA57G9K2CALLPVG2CAFB04QHCAEQ1HX3CAXB6G1UCAS02SNYCAD3VEW6CA6E5BDZCA5JUWFICAYWUDGACA0049FOCA1N4ZI0CATQTBX4CATO7EOQCAGO6D3RCAOS8KTFCAATTRCICASMGGBZCAXPIH55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;这几天一直觉得很累。对周围的事情觉得无馁， 不知如何是好。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel numb to the development of stuff . When people add more responsibility on me, instead of feeling stress, i feel numb. Numbness to the added workload, numbness to the " trainings" people assigned to me, numb to the things happening around me. When i was told to go oversea, instead of having some resilience ( though i did complain on my facebook), i seems to accept the fact, without much struggle. When i feel that i was unjustly treated, i started to get use of this unfair treatment. I told myself, " treat this as a training for yourself. Once you able to overcome this, you will grow up a bit". However, this whole self assurance seems not able to convince myself. I could started to feel my slackness. I started to get lazier as time goes by. I have lost my enthusiasm and the most impt thing, trust to people. everyone ard seems to be helpful, but scarily enuf, i truly have no idea what is their hidden agenda. I started to feel tired of guessing their agenda. Everyday, i have to wear a mask to work. Face different people, wear a different mask, have a different treatment. Is this learning for the better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/18158910-4504045042131791073?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4504045042131791073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=4504045042131791073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/4504045042131791073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/4504045042131791073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-numb-to-development-of-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_X0De7m86XnM/Srj83XJ75tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gQOmo6HKQK4/s72-c/BTNDCA57G9K2CALLPVG2CAFB04QHCAEQ1HX3CAXB6G1UCAS02SNYCAD3VEW6CA6E5BDZCA5JUWFICAYWUDGACA0049FOCA1N4ZI0CATQTBX4CATO7EOQCAGO6D3RCAOS8KTFCAATTRCICASMGGBZCAXPIH55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-5601904117044231188</id><published>2009-04-12T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:43:53.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling . .</title><content type='html'>Feeling super shag today. Dunno why. Juz feel mentally and physically drained out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-5601904117044231188?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5601904117044231188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=5601904117044231188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/5601904117044231188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/5601904117044231188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling.html' title='feeling . .'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-5602521526511274095</id><published>2009-04-10T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:29:00.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabetics</title><content type='html'>Trying to search for a diabetics cake suitable for boss. Now realise that there aren't much diabetics cake shop ard in Singapore and the plain cake is pretty x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the cake shop that i manage to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Allan cake shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://www.allanbakes.com/shopmenu.php" href="http://www.allanbakes.com/shopmenu.php"&gt;http://www.allanbakes.com/shopmenu.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Conscious cake shop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. celelde cake shop:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cedeledepot.com/home/cakes.asp&lt;br /&gt;( heard that the carrot cake for diabetics is quite dry and not nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: shall try to cut down the amount of sugar i consume per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o: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/18158910-5602521526511274095?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5602521526511274095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=5602521526511274095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/5602521526511274095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/5602521526511274095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/diabetics.html' title='Diabetics'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-7584056411636297255</id><published>2009-03-26T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:05:12.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality test</title><content type='html'>These few days, I have been trying to search for the real me. Who I am? I started to feel that I have spilt percsonality. Behave a way in company like small little girl , pretend to be harmless in order to survive ( so that pp will not view you as competitor). In my inner thought, I was trying to find a way to be my own self. In the midst of all these, I discover I have started to forget my true personality. What is my personality actually? Is it as what some of my collegues say me to be as a blur princess? Thus, been reading through some personality test to see if I can try to say who I actually is. Sound a bit ridiculous. Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型的性格名片&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型人的人生观较为达观，喜欢按照个人兴趣生活，追冰生活趣味，热爱有趣的工作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型人的生活态度是喜欢自由，向往流动性的生活，不拘泥于环境和社会习惯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型人的行为特征是不受限制和约束，对任何事都自有主张，不顾忌周围环境，敢于标新立异但有些粗枝大叶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型人的感情特征是感情起伏小，比较理智客观，爱流眼泪，易动摇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型人的思维判断伸缩性大，有余地，不形而上学，富有智谋，判断速度快，能立即得出结论，思考面广，但不轻易下结论；重视真实性、正确性、妥善性、好奇心强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; B型人兴趣长久，但不愿意受束缚及者处于一成不变的状态；习惯于忙碌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型人金钱观念周密，喜欢计划，过份讲究合理花钱。显得吝音。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型人业余爱好和工作界线不分，虽兴趣广泛，但工作忙时也可以忘记一切业余兴趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型人除特殊的专家内行外，一般不太讲究穿着，比较喜欢原色或鲜艳一些的色调。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型人对饮食兴趣浓厚，讲究味道，食欲稳定。无论时间、场所，情况怎样，都能够熟睡，晚上精神好，但不能早起。不太注意自己的身体健康，但在得病后精神十分顽强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B型人留恋并拘泥于过去，但天长日久也会淡薄记忆，对未来充满信心，很乐观，有远见。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-7584056411636297255?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7584056411636297255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=7584056411636297255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/7584056411636297255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/7584056411636297255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-test.html' title='Personality test'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-2570977740074114765</id><published>2009-03-23T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:01:43.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tests.'/><title type='text'>More about me</title><content type='html'>Juz pop to yaya's blog to update myself and discover this interesting quiz. &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true, below is my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The right job for you&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-2570977740074114765?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2570977740074114765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=2570977740074114765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2570977740074114765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2570977740074114765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-about-me.html' title='More about me'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-2564646661635565127</id><published>2009-03-21T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:29:59.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>巨蟹座性格特色</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feeling a little bit sianz, and thus searching an analysis on my horoscope to self-entertain.Result is as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;巨蟹座性格特色&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹座的人天生具有旺盛的精力和敏锐的感觉，&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;道德意识很强烈( I got righteouness one, haha.. like real.)&lt;/span&gt;，对欲望的追求也总能适度的停止。有精辟的洞察能力，自尊心也很强，同时也生性慷慨、感情丰富，乐意帮助有需要的人，并喜欢被需要与被保护的感觉。 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大部份巨蟹座的人都比较内向、羞怯，虽然他们常用一种很&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;表面的夸张方式来表达 ( Quite true.. sometime I did exaggerate a little bit)&lt;/span&gt;，但基本上他们是缺乏自信的，也不太能适应新的环境。虽然对新的事物都很感兴趣，但真实却是很传统、恋旧的，似乎看来有些双重个性；如果换一个角度来看，他们只是对情绪的感受力特别强吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹座是十二星座中最具有母性的星座，男性亦然。和善、体贴、宽容不记仇，对家人与好朋友非常忠诚。&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;记忆力很好( my memory goes from bad to worse, haiz)&lt;/span&gt;，求知欲很强，顺从性强，&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;想像力也极丰富( quite true.. tink a bit too much)&lt;/span&gt;。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们的守护星是月亮，所以只要观察它就可知他们心情变化，&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;他们喜欢探索别人的秘密 (true, a bit too KPO)&lt;/span&gt;，却把自己隐藏的很好，并且&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;从不放弃他所要的东西 ( Erm...)&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: So- So ba.. Not really all true. Interesting to know about oneself through this. But super agree that i can be easily influenced by emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-2564646661635565127?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2564646661635565127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=2564646661635565127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2564646661635565127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2564646661635565127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='巨蟹座性格特色'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-7243328949853638540</id><published>2009-03-19T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:45:05.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Revival of Blog</title><content type='html'>After reading Ya ya 's blog, suddenly have an urge to revive my blog. Last week, a friend of my send me a mail, which lead me to stop and ponder. Feel that this poem is quite meaningful. Like to share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt;font-size:6;color:#b2a2c7;"  &gt;在你心中有這樣的一個人嗎？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你們可能相愛過，你們也可能喜歡著彼此，&lt;br /&gt;但是，為了什麼原因你們沒能在一起？&lt;br /&gt;也許他為了朋友之間的義氣，不能追你。&lt;br /&gt;也許為了顧及家人的意見  ，你們沒有在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也許為了出國深造，他沒有要你等他。&lt;br /&gt;也許你們相遇太早，還不懂得珍惜對方。&lt;br /&gt;也許你們相遇太晚，你們身邊已經有了另一個人。&lt;br /&gt;也許你回頭太遲，對方已不再等待。&lt;br /&gt;也許你們彼此在捉摸對方的心，而遲遲無法跨出界線。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過即使你們沒在一起，你們還是保持了朋友的關係。&lt;br /&gt;但是你們心底清楚，對這個人，你比朋友還多了一份關心。&lt;br /&gt;即使不能跟他名正言順的牽著手逛街，你們還是可以做無所不談的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;他有喜歡的人，你口頭上會幫他追，心裡卻不是很清楚，你是不是真的希望他追到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他遇到困難時，你會盡你所能的幫他，不會計較誰又欠了誰。&lt;br /&gt;男女朋友吃醋了，你會安撫他們說你和他只是朋友，但你心中會有那麼一絲的不確定。&lt;br /&gt;每個人這輩子，心中都有過這麼一個特別的朋友，很矛盾的行為。&lt;br /&gt;一開始你不甘心只做朋友的，但久了，突然發現這樣最好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你寧願這樣關心他，  總好過你們在一起而有天會分手。&lt;br /&gt;你寧願做他的朋友，彼此不會吃醋，才可以真的無所不談。&lt;br /&gt;特別是這樣，你還是知道，他永遠會關心你的。&lt;br /&gt;做不成男女朋友，當他那個特別的朋友，有什麼不好呢？&lt;br /&gt;你心中的這個特別的朋友...?  是誰呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多的感情，都因為一廂情願，最後連朋友都當不成了，常常覺得惋惜，&lt;br /&gt;可惜一些本來很好的友情，最後卻因為對方的一句喜歡你，&lt;br /&gt;如果你沒有反應，這一段友情似乎也難以維持下去，&lt;br /&gt;這也難怪有些人會因此不肯踏出這一步。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為這就像是一場賭注，表白了之後不是成了男女朋友，要不就連朋友都當不成了。&lt;br /&gt;有些事不是你能預料的，或許對方不在意，你們還可以是朋友，&lt;br /&gt;但卻已經不如從前的好。也是可惜，也是遺憾！&lt;br /&gt;但還有沒有可能是另一種情況，你可能永遠都不甘心只是朋友.  . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-7243328949853638540?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7243328949853638540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=7243328949853638540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/7243328949853638540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/7243328949853638540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2009/03/revival-of-blog.html' title='Revival of Blog'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-3172003729769335631</id><published>2007-07-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:55:23.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plato's Cave Analogy</title><content type='html'>Today, i finally start researching on the module that i took in special sem. I find this theory very cheem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plato used the analogy of the cave to illustrate his idea of forms. The analogy goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine several prisoners who have been chained up in a cave for all of their lives. They have never been outside the cave. They face a wall in the cave and they can never look at the entrance of the cave. Sometimes animals, birds, people, or other objects pass by the entrance of the cave casting a shadow on the wall inside the cave. The prisoners see the shadows on the wall and mistakenly view the shadows as reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one man breaks free from his chains and runs out of the cave. For the first time, he sees the real world and now knows that it is far beyond the shadows he had been seeing. He sees real birds and animals, not just shadows of birds and animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is excited about what he sees and he goes back to his fellow prisoners in the cave to tell them about the real world. But to his astonishment, they don’t believe him. In fact, they are angry with him. They say the shadows are reality and that the escaped prisoner is crazy for saying otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINT OF THE CAVE ANALOGY: According to Plato, the world outside the cave represents the world of forms while the shadows on the wall represent objects in the physical world. The escape of the prisoner represents philosophical enlightenment and the realization that forms are the true reality. Most people are like the prisoners in the cave. They think the shadows are reality. Philosophers, though, are like the man who escapes the cave and sees the real world. They have true knowledge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Hope exam would come out..** pray hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-3172003729769335631?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3172003729769335631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=3172003729769335631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/3172003729769335631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/3172003729769335631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2007/07/platos-cave-analogy.html' title='Plato&apos;s Cave Analogy'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-2074146866941189458</id><published>2007-07-16T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T06:20:56.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since i last blog. so long until I really forget my password.. Just reseted it only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i have a small gathering with my Jie Mei from sec sch. Then we happen to see a small exhibition in CS, and saw our sec. sch teacher. I was a bit surprise that he still remember us, though forgettin my name ( I tink.) So, memories of secondary school float back to me.. Actually, i find that i quite miss my sec. sch and JC days.. haiz..Those days, stick with the same class of people, gossiping, havin fun in our very own classrooms.. Unlike in Uni, don haf my own classroom, and always switch tut class.. hardly noe anyone.. ( actualli i am oso a bit antisocial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days at hm, i was surfing the friendster to know some of my friends' update. ( suppose to rd up FYP materials, but a bit dizzy), I was surprised that how times flew.. Realli very long time not updated w issues and keep in touch w those long lost friends..saw a lots of pp graduation photos.. but I still gt one more year to go. tink muz start to treasure my final year in NTU.so pp out there, hee, if gt time can jio me out, den update me w issues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest Update: Mope at homw, and try to understand the fyp stuff and the movie mod that i have taken.. Realli don understand all the materials.. haiz.. sianz.. so my FYP will depend on Ya ya le.. haha....a bit mizz my attachment company ( coz my pay haven cum yet, so actualli is miss my pay..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-2074146866941189458?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2074146866941189458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=2074146866941189458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2074146866941189458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2074146866941189458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-2682839820312852060</id><published>2007-02-13T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:05:38.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY is cumin!!!</title><content type='html'>haha.. it's been a long time since i last blog.. coz quite lazy to blog also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, i learn quite a lot from the attachment. The main scope of the company is actualli mainly control system.. so a bit not related to my course. But again, can learn a lot of extra stuffs.. like the safety valve and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the managers there are quite friendly and helpful.. when I gt some stuffs don understand, they make an effort to explain.hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy CNY is cumin.. can meet up w lots of friends and teachers durin tat period.. hee... I oso very look forward in CNY chu 6, as i'll be meetin w my "hao jie mei" to go to a teacher's house to pai nian.. den can play at the teacher house.. haha.. Thanks, Mr wong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den chu er go KTV. Chu 3 more pai nian.. haha... yay... I like chinese New year the best.. thinkin of all the hong baos and new year goodies.. mu hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... i juz rebonded my hair.. haha... my hair now is straight de wo... hahaha.. i like the present state of my hair better.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's all... pal...chat w u all wen i gt strength to climb up to the com.. ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-2682839820312852060?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2682839820312852060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=2682839820312852060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2682839820312852060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/2682839820312852060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-is-cumin.html' title='CNY is cumin!!!'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-116766216753106149</id><published>2007-01-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T06:36:07.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brand new year... 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-116766216753106149?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/116766216753106149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=116766216753106149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116766216753106149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116766216753106149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2007/01/brand-new-year-2007.html' title='A brand new year... 2007'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-116598752105120459</id><published>2006-12-12T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:42:33.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Show-- Snow White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8071/1769/1600/143216/2_wallpaper3_select.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8071/1769/320/695756/2_wallpaper3_select.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAha... I have been spending my past 3 days at home, watching the korean drama, Snow White ( 16 episode). The drama is really very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="AutoNumber42" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); width: 456px; height: 63px;" bg="" border="1" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  width="19%" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casts :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" width="81%"&gt;Kim Jung Hwa  (1% of Anything, Spy Girl)&lt;br /&gt;Yeon Jung Hoon (Daddy Long Legs, Sad  Sonata)&lt;br /&gt;Lee Wan( Shuai ge!!), Oh Seung Hyun, Jo Yonn Hee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The drama is about this girl Ma Young hee who is very ugly in the past, and no guys like her. then in one accident, she get to noe a shuai ge, Jin Woo.Then from then on, she had a crush for him for 8 years. Though she try to biao bai, but in vain.  However, just when Jin-woo  starts responding to Young-hee's desires, the girl already turns her head  towards Jin-woo's younger brother Sun-woo of  age 20. ( hence they have a age gap of 6 years).So in the end, who do she choose.. hee.. den u all go and watch yourself ba..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8071/1769/1600/213380/snowwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8071/1769/320/8039/snowwhite.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show also slightly give a insight on artificial beauty and real beauty, and how pp preview this issue.Bcoz in this show, there is a girl who goes for plastic surgery to transform herself frm a ugly ducklin to a beautiful princess. Though she had a very beautiful shell, but her manners are realli ..tsk tsk... and she is really very materialistic. When she know that Jin Woo is poor, she started to give up Jin Woo and chase after the rich guy, who rejected her as he discover she is actualli  fake beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afther watchin the show, i think quite a lot. haiz.. coz in the show, the girl's aspiration changes due to the guy. but in the end she find what she realli like though an accident... so i was tinkin, what actualli i realli like in this world. is engineerin the job for me? wil i realli enjoy workin there? or will i suffocated there? HenceIA will be the key to my doubts and i realli get to noe the world of enigineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veri nice show, with a few sad scenes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8071/1769/1600/41949/185a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 80px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8071/1769/320/649275/185a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. now watchin anoher korean drama, Which planet are u from.. den update u all again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-116598752105120459?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/116598752105120459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=116598752105120459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116598752105120459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116598752105120459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/12/korean-show-snow-white.html' title='Korean Show-- Snow White'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-116567933704145799</id><published>2006-12-09T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T07:48:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on workin @ Thots</title><content type='html'>Wow.. today is my 4th day workin there.. my legs are aching.. so i suddenly feel money are hard to earn.. every weekend(coz i onli work at weekend), i had to put on a plastic smile and serve all the customers.. but quite happy to work there as i can play w all the cubbly cubbly babies, and hug the forever friends Bears.. Both of them are realli cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad things are.&lt;br /&gt;i )Cant join most of my friends' 21st birthday party, which made me feel quite sad. But, if i apply leave, will make me seen irresponisble as i onli work during the weekend.. haiz.. So all the buddy out there, pls forgive me if i didn turn up for ur party.. i didn mean to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) my legs are aching... feel that they are goin to break soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) low pay.. but better than nothing... (have to fulfill my dream )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i oso aka housewife as my mumwent for a holiday..&lt;br /&gt;sianz.. haf to wash my and my sis clothes, cook, and water plants, and maintain cleanliness in the house.. tired.. housewife can be sure a tiring job.. haha.. make my skin goes rough.. haiz.. but gt no choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i spend half of my holiday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-116567933704145799?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/116567933704145799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=116567933704145799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116567933704145799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116567933704145799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/12/reflections-on-workin-thots.html' title='Reflections on workin @ Thots'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-116479386836507816</id><published>2006-11-29T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:51:08.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>examination bluz..</title><content type='html'>i'm alone here in my hall com lab.. freezing right here, while watching pp packing their luggages, going back to their homeland.. how cum my exam ended so late.. @ friday , 1st dec , 430pm.. haiz... i studied my computer communication until quite tired, though not familiar w it. hee... haf to endure another 2 more days ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelin gulity these few days.. coz i eat quite a lot during the past few days ever since monday after exam. I ate korean food for dinner. den tues go hall 3 for chicken rice, den hall 9 for western ( not very nice.. don try) today hall 1 for xiao wan mian ( oso not nice) . gettin fat.. but, i still got exercise,.. been running since monday with lobster... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as stated in my last entry, i haven get any IA company.. why the IA company don wan me? is it bcoz they doubt my ability... haiz.. really worried that i nid to join the 'faster finger contest'.. scared cant compete w the rest.. later i gt to work in TUAs.. which means i had to stay in hostel= less opportunity to tuition= less $$$ .... wahhh!!! ( i muz be studied too much, a bit short circuit le)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen's my holiday cumin?? I wanna go&lt;br /&gt;- vivocity to catch a movie at the GV ( Ya Ya say its veri nice.)&lt;br /&gt;-having KTV session .. w my old buddies&lt;br /&gt;-earnin $$$&lt;br /&gt;-practicin my liu liu&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-watchin korean drama&lt;br /&gt;-learnin inline skatin&lt;br /&gt;-nua a lotz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhahaha... sound like a fruitful holiday.. mu hahaha... muz jia u le.. shall go back hit the computer bk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-116479386836507816?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/116479386836507816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=116479386836507816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116479386836507816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116479386836507816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/11/examination-bluz.html' title='examination bluz..'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-116463675222473480</id><published>2006-11-27T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T06:12:32.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sianz...</title><content type='html'>try to repair my tagboard but in vain... so irritating... haiz... long time nv blog le... hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to the end of my examination.. hee... den i can learning my guitar, watch my korean shows, go shopping, and sleepin... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.... the other sianz thing is idunno if i can get my IA company or not... ya ya alrdy got hers... she gt motorola.. so envy.. haiz... i wonder which company wants me .. and wheteher there is shuai ge in tat company or not.. Pray hard that i'll not in the same company as those suai ren... hahahah .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-116463675222473480?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/116463675222473480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=116463675222473480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116463675222473480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116463675222473480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/11/sianz.html' title='sianz...'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-116065518124273100</id><published>2006-10-12T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T05:13:01.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianz...</title><content type='html'>haha.. takin a break frm hearin the recorded lectures that i had missed..listened until i'm so tired...... { groan}.. So fillin in some details wat happen to me on the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, i was like a 'xiao' person, rushing to and fro frm sch to hostel, coz gt to handle a little boy preparation of examination.. Super tired..so feelin lucky I'm stayin in hostel.. but better don let my mum noe that. Otherwise, she will ask me to stay in hostel for good.. den i'll bored to death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den on the days wen i was travellin to and fro, I get to noe a auntie on the train.. she reco me and my friends to join her company to do some marketin stuff... To me, it's sound a bit scary.. out of no way, someone offer u a job.. but as a kind person like me, I accepted her name card, and keep it{ for future use}..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And days b4, I attended one of my best buddys' birthday party.. Shi Ya's birthday party.. As i dunno wat songs to sing, and juz nice at that moment the mic was passed to me, I sang a hokkien song that i happen know how to sing... Then my friends laughed me as being Auntie... WAhh.... so i wanna to clarify stuff here... It's not only Auntie know how to sing hokkein songs, talented girls like me can oso know ma... hahah...So i muz haf vocal train up, and mayb can b the first singaporean to have a hokkein album... haha.. so those pp better watched out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also been to the chinese garden w my gui zai, zhen and josce.. Realli feel happy to go with them..this year stuff was terrible.. nothing much to c... I onli like the Effifel tower... haha..I woder wat will be the theme on next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk... shall go back to hear the lecture................. sianz.......................... the retribution for skippin lect...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-116065518124273100?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/116065518124273100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=116065518124273100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116065518124273100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/116065518124273100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/10/sianz.html' title='Sianz...'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115850908533637596</id><published>2006-09-17T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T09:04:45.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfriendliness</title><content type='html'>am i really so unfriendly?&lt;br /&gt;heard frm one of my pals that there's tis guy , sayin that he's afriad of chattin to me, coz i very fierce.. is tat really true.. haiz.. maybe the tone i spoke to him scare him off.. but cant realli blame on my harsh tone. coz tat day, i'm irritated w tutorial qns, and oso a lot of last minute stuff squeezin together.. haiz..  i feel that is his misconception abt me.. don bother w him..haha.. very unfriendly..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a gd news to share.. i finalli lose weight by a kg.. based on my past week perserverance.. haha.. tis week muz try to lost another 1 kg.. jia u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115850908533637596?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115850908533637596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115850908533637596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115850908533637596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115850908533637596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/09/unfriendliness.html' title='Unfriendliness'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115813181902386128</id><published>2006-09-13T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:16:59.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monokuro boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/1600/img3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/320/img3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/1600/img2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/320/img2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/1600/img.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/320/img.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.... Cute, rite.. i strated to like this cute little pig now.. It's called monokuro boo.. I gt a pencil of this cartoon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115813181902386128?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115813181902386128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115813181902386128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115813181902386128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115813181902386128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/09/monokuro-boo.html' title='monokuro boo'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115789832232476597</id><published>2006-09-10T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T07:25:22.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRT</title><content type='html'>U all muz be curious how come my entry for today is mrt ba.. coz I spent most of the time thinkin in the MRT.. MRT is a place which contain a lot of memories.Don't u all agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of our time in transportation. And in this MRT, we are able to see pp all walks of life. Like today, I saw a family. The way a whole family go out together, chatting. then i thought of something. It's been ages for my family to go out together on transportation. A bit miss those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mrt is a place which I spend my times with some of my friends.. When we board on the train, we got nothingbetter to do in the train. We will share our thoughts, sing song loudly in the mrt to let pp hear our "beautiful" singin. We also 'bia" our hw in the mrt, sleep throughout the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, mRT can oso be a irritain place to be in, esp during peak period. Wow.. the people packed in the mrt like sardine , hardly breathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oso i had an experience whereby the passenger beside me is a extremely dirty fellow.. he dig his nose, scratch his armpit, and yawn w his mouth wide open. I hate seein pp doin that.. so unhygenic.. thinkin of that make me feel gross..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115789832232476597?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115789832232476597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115789832232476597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115789832232476597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115789832232476597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/09/mrt.html' title='MRT'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115652174189352561</id><published>2006-08-25T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:02:21.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester resolution</title><content type='html'>haiz... i really feel that i'm a very big mouth and braggart... i really serve me right if my result is not well.. I'm actually adding workload on myself. I tink i have no rights to complain in my blog as i really serve myself right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is wat i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz i heard that NTU CO nid pp to teach the yr 1 ZR as they have no foundation. I also dunno wat's wrong with me.. I actualli go and volunteer myself. When i reach back hostel, the more I tink, the more huo gai I am.. who called me to be so big mouth and volunteer myself.. haiz... Den i sit down at my study table and ponder. The more i ponder, the more sad I am.. Coz i actualli find that i got a lot of stuffs bhind time.next, though I'm interested in CO, but I cant find the spirit to practice.. Maybe i alrdy lost the feeling of workin together as a grp in CO.. haha.. i oso dunno why.. a little feel unfit.. but luckily, there's a liu qin jr in the CO.. So i can slack even more without feelin gulity.. and can spend more time on practisin some soloist songs and built back my foundation.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new resolution for this semester are:&lt;br /&gt;1) Don be so big mouth.. i shall sew up my mouth and tink properly b4 agreein..&lt;br /&gt;2)Slim down.. now i'm too fat... shld slim down 5kg.. so CNY gt more ranges of clothes to wear..&lt;br /&gt;    so i shall skip dinner, exercise more...&lt;br /&gt;3)Concentrate more my studies&lt;br /&gt;4) minimise my phobia to Insects.. my hall really gt a lot of insect.. esp pan wei bo's brother.. haiz.. but they r not as shuai as pan wei bo.. ( juz in case u all dunno who they r.. they r dino's descendant: Lizard)&lt;br /&gt;5) Save up for my fossil watch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i'll achieve them!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115652174189352561?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115652174189352561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115652174189352561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115652174189352561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115652174189352561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-semester-resolution.html' title='New Semester resolution'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115580486716099276</id><published>2006-08-17T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:55:49.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which baby do u belong?</title><content type='html'>i receive a mail from my friend and i find it interesting.. can c which baby do u all belong to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of "that someone". Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by "no pain no gain" caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible... Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;btw, i'm the jun baby.. haha...quite true except the filrt part...don't u all tink so.. hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115580486716099276?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115580486716099276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115580486716099276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115580486716099276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115580486716099276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/08/which-baby-do-u-belong.html' title='Which baby do u belong?'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115503318347569092</id><published>2006-08-08T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T03:42:20.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School reopen</title><content type='html'>today is the 2nd day of school reopening.. haiz... school life is busy .. i have many 830am lesson in the morning, which means have to wake up early in the morning.. the worst thing is that i get insufficient sleep.. Coz the first night, i'm still cant get use to the hostel environment( partly coz the ghost festival), I slept only for 4 h.. then last night, oso dunno why, cant really make up my lost sleep.. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 days , I had been busy in the recruitment Fair..Actualli not busy la.. juz sit down there and for pp to sign up.. and a gd news is tat NTUCO recruited 3 liuqinians.. which mean hahah.... can slack somemore... muhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this new school sem, i sign up a exercise class.. Me goin to learn kickboxing... Yeah!!  with Qing ying and tay kaka's gf.. ha.. tink will be fun.. quite look forward it.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but i oso want to learn hip hop.. hAIZ.. shall learn it next time then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an embarassin thing i did in the first day of school.. that's the story goes.. coz i alrdy late for the class.. so i rush into the room, thinkin that's my tutorial.. as i apologise to the teacher and wanted to find a seat, the teacher stopped me.. he even called out my name.. i was shocked. then he patiently tell me that my class is next door.. at that moment i was puzzled as if the language he spoke is Mars.. then finally i noe wat he's tokin abt and get off the room.. now tink abt it, wow.. scary.. 40 eyes was starin at me at tat moment.. wow... feel so pai seh..  tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115503318347569092?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115503318347569092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115503318347569092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115503318347569092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115503318347569092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-reopen.html' title='School reopen'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115459072515857243</id><published>2006-08-03T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:38:45.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something to share</title><content type='html'>This was too good of a life lesson not to pass on!&lt;br /&gt; A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee...&lt;br /&gt;You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up.  She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and! placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What do! es it mean, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity .. boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of this: Which am I?&lt;br /&gt; Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid sp! irit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying. You might want to send this message to those people who mean something to you (I JUST DID); to those who have touched your life in one way or another; to those who make you smile when you really need it; to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down; to those whose friendship you appreciate; to those who are so meaningful in your life. If you don't send it, you will just miss out on the opportunity to brighten someone's day with this message! "It's easier to build a child than repair an adult"   .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115459072515857243?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115459072515857243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115459072515857243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115459072515857243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115459072515857243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-to-share.html' title='something to share'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115387657746640384</id><published>2006-07-25T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:16:17.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>touching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; May 24, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here right away and make your darling daughter eat her food?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up  in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox and believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice. I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear. If you don't, your Mom will shout at me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. "OK, Dad. I will eat not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should..." Sindu hesitated.  "Dad, if I eat this entire Curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?" "Oh sure, darling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Promise?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Promise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine and clinched the deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Ask Mom also to give a similar promise," my daughter insisted. My  wife slapped her hand on Sindu's muttering "Promise," without any emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; Now I became a bit anxious. "Sindu, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now.  OK?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All of our attention was on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Dad, I want to have my head shaved off this Sunday," was her demand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Atrocious!" shouted my wife, "a girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Never in our family!" My mother rasped. "She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Sindu, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "No, Dad. I do not want anything else," Sindu said with finality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Please Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?" I tried to plead with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice," Sindu was in tears. "And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; It was time for me to call the shots. "Our promise must be kept."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Are you out your mind?" chorused my mother and wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own.  Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and  beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;"Sinduja, please wait for me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. "Maybe that is the 'in' stuff," I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!" Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, "That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from leukemia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; She paused to muffle her sobs. "Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all of his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "Sinduja visited him last week and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; I stood transfixed. And then, I wept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; "My little Angel, will you teach me what love is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;How many of us are actually willing to sacrifice ourself for a friend around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18158910-115387657746640384?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115387657746640384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115387657746640384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115387657746640384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115387657746640384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/07/touching.html' title='touching'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115340198203544156</id><published>2006-07-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T06:26:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unbearable</title><content type='html'>am i gettin more and more emotinal.. haiz.. i realli cant c pp cry.. coz the possibility that i'll follow her will be bigger.. haiz.. why am i like tat? todae, i went to my grandma house, and saw the baby russell.. then wen i wanted to go home, he cry and wanted to follow me.. swwin him cry, my heart twitch and cry too.. haiz... i hate myself to be so weak.. haiz.. pui..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115340198203544156?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-115335876163411190</id><published>2006-07-19T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:29:02.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting</title><content type='html'>last nite, i meet up with my dear roomie... she's the first roomie i ever had.. those days with her are realli fun and enjoyable.. i realli enjoy stayin with her.. there are days we tok thru-out the nights, though i was always the one who fall asleep earlier.. and whenever i gt probs on some stuff, we'll tok it out and sort together. realli feel grateful to have her as my roomate, or even soulmate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last nite, we meet out together and to have a chat.. it's been a long time since we last do that.. we chat until 11+pm, den we went back to our home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from our conversation, i found that my roomie realli grow up... her thinkin is realli more mature than me.. haiz.. tis let me think, after me havin experience so many stuff durin the past few years, i have realli learn any things? i have changed much for the past few years.. if changed, i have change better or worse.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my relatives and those "old pp", i'm a guai guai person who they can have their children to put under my care.. but i'm i realli such a person.. to some, i'm maybe is a child who is childish and selffish.. to others, mayb a moneyminded person.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... so actualli who am i??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115335876163411190?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115335876163411190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i update my blog at nite.. all bcoz my grandma, forced me to eat down so many food.. i'm growin fatter as days passed . i scared i'll be as fat as a pig wen sch reopen.. haiz.. but i'm lazy to exercise too.. haiz.. but due to my guilt, i try to entertain myself by doin sit up 5 times. tink is better than no exercise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae, i realli sensed the importance of bein independence and not to depend on other.. it's juz the normal fight between the relatives.. and they again bring out stuffs on how others rely on them.. so i swear will try my best to depend on myself,  not to rely on others. muz be strong !!and shall bring the best to my family .. haha.. wow.. sound tough.. but muz realli try hard.. muz gambette..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, bein indepedent is tirin, as i may accidentedly becum more grumpy and complain a lot, which in turn hurt other pp.. tis in turn, spoilt a friendship. i tink tis is perhaps one of the reason why i feel like is hard to preserve friendship w some of my friends. and i'm a person who will nott tad initative and treasure money more than friends.. preoccupied my times with work instead of like others friends do, occupied with acitivies w friends, which help to bond the relation. i noe tat i'm not shortage of money, but still feel that i nid to save for rainy days.. haha... i tink i'm too greedy le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tink todae i tink too much le.. haha.. makin my blog to seem so persismisstic.. haha... tink tis will be the last entry of my persismisstic thinkin..and should feel how fortunate i am to still have friends care abt me.. in the new sch term, should focus more on sch work, and tink of ways to make new friends..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115315684245665150?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-115241519049372539</id><published>2006-07-08T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:19:50.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meaningul..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Five (5) lessons to make you think about the way we treat&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  During my second month of college, our professor&lt;br /&gt;  gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student&lt;br /&gt;  and had breezed through the questions until I read&lt;br /&gt;  the last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the&lt;br /&gt;  school?"&lt;br /&gt;  Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen&lt;br /&gt;  the cleaning woman several times. She was tall,&lt;br /&gt;  dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her&lt;br /&gt;  name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I handed in my paper, leaving the last question&lt;br /&gt;  blank. Just before class ended, one student asked&lt;br /&gt;  if the last question would count toward our quiz&lt;br /&gt;  grade.&lt;br /&gt;  "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers,&lt;br /&gt;  you will meet many people. All are significant.&lt;br /&gt;  They deserve your  attention and care, even if all you&lt;br /&gt;  do is smile and say "hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her&lt;br /&gt;  name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One night, at11:30 p.m., an older African American&lt;br /&gt;  woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway&lt;br /&gt;  trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had&lt;br /&gt;  broken down and she desperately needed a ride.&lt;br /&gt;  Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.&lt;br /&gt;  A young white man stopped to help her, generally&lt;br /&gt;  unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man&lt;br /&gt;  took her to safety, helped her get assistance, and&lt;br /&gt;  put her into a taxicab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his&lt;br /&gt;  address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a&lt;br /&gt;  knock came on the man's door. To his surprise,a&lt;br /&gt;  giant console color TV  was delivered to his home.&lt;br /&gt;  A special note was attached..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It read:&lt;br /&gt;           "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway&lt;br /&gt;           the other night. The rain drenched not only my&lt;br /&gt;           clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.&lt;br /&gt;           Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying&lt;br /&gt;           husband's bedside just before he passed away...&lt;br /&gt;           God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving&lt;br /&gt;           others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;           Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,&lt;br /&gt;    a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and&lt;br /&gt;    sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in&lt;br /&gt;    front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Fifty cents," replied the waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and&lt;br /&gt;    studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     By now more people were waiting for a table and the&lt;br /&gt;     waitress was growing impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The little boy again counted his coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on&lt;br /&gt;    the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice&lt;br /&gt;    cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress&lt;br /&gt;    came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the&lt;br /&gt;    table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,&lt;br /&gt;    were two nickels and five pennies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had&lt;br /&gt;    to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a&lt;br /&gt;    roadway. Then he hid himself and  watched to see if&lt;br /&gt;    anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the&lt;br /&gt;    king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by&lt;br /&gt;    and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the&lt;br /&gt;    King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did&lt;br /&gt;    anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then a peasant came along carrying a load of&lt;br /&gt;    vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder,the&lt;br /&gt;    peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the&lt;br /&gt;    stone to the side of the road. After much pushing&lt;br /&gt;    and straining, he finally succeeded. After the&lt;br /&gt;    peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed&lt;br /&gt;    a purse lying in the road where the boulder had&lt;br /&gt;    been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note&lt;br /&gt;    from the King  indicating that the gold was for the&lt;br /&gt;    person who removed the boulder from the roadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The peasant learned what many of us never understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve&lt;br /&gt;    our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a&lt;br /&gt;    hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who&lt;br /&gt;    was suffering from a rare &amp; serious disease. Her only&lt;br /&gt;    chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from&lt;br /&gt;    her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the&lt;br /&gt;    same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat&lt;br /&gt;    the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her&lt;br /&gt;    little brother, and asked the little  boy if he would&lt;br /&gt;    be willing to give his blood to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a&lt;br /&gt;   deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will&lt;br /&gt;   save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in&lt;br /&gt;   bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did,&lt;br /&gt;   seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his&lt;br /&gt;   face grew pale and his smile faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He looked up at the doctor and asked with a&lt;br /&gt;   trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the&lt;br /&gt;   doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his&lt;br /&gt;   sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115241519049372539?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115241519049372539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115241519049372539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115241519049372539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115241519049372539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/07/meaningul.html' title='meaningul..'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115219679755948391</id><published>2006-07-06T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:16:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts</title><content type='html'>today i'm a bit free and started to hu si luo xiang at home.. i have some thoughts on the issue on friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actualli, it's true on the saying that is Fate tat let us to noe our friends.. otherwise, y we will not noe the passerby that pass by us today, no better how shuai he is.. and some friends, even we noe them, they realli cant be our best friends. some friends, u wanna to treasure the relationship w them, but they don have the wish to do so.. so no matter how hard u try, they will nv treasure u as a friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i really luckily that i had a group of very good friends.. they realli treat me veri nice.. always help me.. like cindy, hui zhen, josce, soo, yi hui, annie, li hong, yan zhen,ke wei, hui sing,nian fen fang eng, su chun and hui leng.. they are realli very gd sisters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But very regretted, i oso gt friends i'll like to treasure, but feel that the dist between us has further.. haiz.. why do such thing happened.. realli feel sad.. sniff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actualli, somedays i wonder wat actualli make up friendship? wat could help to keep friendship keep rollin.. i realli dunno..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115219679755948391?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115219679755948391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115219679755948391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115219679755948391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115219679755948391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-thoughts.html' title='some thoughts'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115198080217832334</id><published>2006-07-03T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:44:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>super band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/1600/Img0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/320/Img0154.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i went to the superband live studio on sunday... it's a veri high atmosphere.. all thanks to Gui zai.. without her, i tink i'll not have such an opportubnity to go there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one irritating thing we saw there is two super duper immature guys... they are realli realli childish.. in order to get to the front of the queue( coz u have to queue to get the seats inside, is based on first cum first in basis), theythrow away their intgerity, and join the grp they don support.. den wen the grp refused to let them in, they will cum back to the queue, which is infront of me.. then they'll start tinkin of other grp to join.. pui... it's so disgustin.. the other most disgustin thing they do is that after the compeition, they ask all the contestants to sign the autograph.. the worst thing is tat they are so impolite!!! they cut in front of ME and ask the contestant to sign his stupid notbk... i hope tat's the last time i c him... gr... feel like bashin tis kind of person up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance realli rocks and the atmosphere is realli different frm wat we feel infront of the television.. it's realli very high!!haha.. i oso get to tad photos with the lucify team and mi lu bing, and jeff.. hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115198080217832334?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115198080217832334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115198080217832334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115198080217832334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115198080217832334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/07/super-band.html' title='super band'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-115003893586033555</id><published>2006-06-11T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:15:35.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise</title><content type='html'>hi guyz out there.... guess where i am now... haha... u can nv guess correctly... i'm in singapore most famous Chani Airport... haha.... you guys may be guessin y am i doin here in the middle of the night.. haha... me going China today!!! i wonder if i could meet any shuai ge out there.. will update u all in China if i could got on hand any computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew... this is the first time i takin an airplane.. feelin quite high.. another 3o more minute den i'll board onto air china... I'm goin to stay in the hotel known as holiday inn... heard frm hui leng tat this hotel is famous for the night scene.. i wonder if it is true... haha.. quite look forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wow... feel great to be updatin my blog in changi airport.. it's gd to travel and go oversea.. Hope i could go more often.. realli feel excited and high.. onli regret is tat didn brinanything along to read to keep me entertain.. guyz.. don miz me too much... mu hahahhaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-115003893586033555?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/115003893586033555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=115003893586033555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115003893586033555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/115003893586033555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/06/surprise.html' title='surprise'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-114943141565439953</id><published>2006-06-04T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T05:37:23.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21st birthday part 2</title><content type='html'>todae i juz celebrate my birthday w my first grp of friends... my sisters from primary-secondary.. haha... we go party world to celebrate my birthday.. i was veri touched by them wen they sang birthday song to me.. i do not noe how to react.. feel tat my tears are fallin down.. but pai sai... haha..i'm so happie to haf tis grp of sisters.. haha... but quite sad tat some cant come.. actualli is my fault as i made tis decision quite last minute.. hee...and girls, thanks so much for the presents.. i like it veri much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm uploadin the pictures, which seems to tad years to load,.. haiz.. sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is my grp presentation.. though i'm not presentin and not my grp presentin, i still wish for the best as my grade oso depends on them.. i shall twist my finger tmr.. actualli don feel like goin...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cm the uploadin of pictures so slow...sianz... technology is so horrible.. haha..i'm in such a foul mood coz my nose is killin me.. tink i goin to fall ill again.. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realli feelin veri happy todae.. as meetin all my old friends.. haha... miz them veri much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tink will haf my celebration continued after i'm back frm my china trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-114943141565439953?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114943141565439953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=114943141565439953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114943141565439953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114943141565439953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/06/21st-birthday-part-2.html' title='21st birthday part 2'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-114908283112900106</id><published>2006-05-31T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T07:35:25.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 21st birthda celebration</title><content type='html'>yeah.... todae i celebrate my lunar birthday with my family. my mum cook  lots of my favourite food and tad some fotos... tink will upload it next time.. my sis oso made a very big pink key for me... it's veri pretty... i like it veri much... they oso bought a fruit cake for me.. i like the fruit cake.. yummy.. oh no... i'm sound like a primary five kid, in the sense of wat i had type.. hee... pardon me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae my retribution finalli come.. Few days back, i was cursing some boys abt their un-gentlemaness.. i wish their car gt trapped at the expressway.. todae, my bus gt spolit halfway as i was on my way home.. idiot.. and i had to get off the bus and wait for the next bus.. stupid.. make me go home later than usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel quite useless todae.. i cant do much to help yaya and ning in the report and presentation.. i can feel that my english go frm bad to worse.. haiz.. is there anyway to improve my language? tink whoever do proj w me is so unfortunate.. i did nothing to help them.. signz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-114908283112900106?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114908283112900106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=114908283112900106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114908283112900106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114908283112900106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-21st-birthda-celebration.html' title='My 21st birthda celebration'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-114891458439595991</id><published>2006-05-29T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T07:56:24.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cinderalla story</title><content type='html'>Juz did a test from http://web.tickle.com/tests/cinderella/result.jsp and below is my result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;in your Cinderella story, you'd get to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="bigheader"&gt;Kiss the Prince&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="fontSize13"&gt;You don't need the pouffy dress, the fancy hair, or the 3-inch glass heels. A romantic soul like you just wants a guy who's a true companion, a good friend, a real prince. And if he's hot? All the better. But ultimately, you know that home is where the heart is. Which is probably why you surround yourself with good friends you can take care of and laugh with — friends who will do the same for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="fontSize13"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="fontSize13"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quite true... Friends, no harm tryin.. hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-114891458439595991?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114891458439595991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=114891458439595991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114891458439595991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114891458439595991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/05/cinderalla-story.html' title='A cinderalla story'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-114891373851190367</id><published>2006-05-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T07:42:18.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIP</title><content type='html'>haiz... it's been a long time since i last update. actualli, i try to post once, but my stopid com refused me to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis few weeks, i have been trapped in tis valley in the sch.. haha,  actualli is not realli a valley, but seems to be like a valley..  haha.. u all muz be wonderin wat am i tokin abt.. okie, as tis lab which i am located to, is at basement 7, which is realli undergrd.. thus , it's a valley.. haha... okie. quite lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dip proj is on a propellor clock.. although tis is not an original proj,it's cool. it works on onli 7 LEDS.. haha.. I like the hardware part,( the assemblin of all components and shoppin for the electric components), and hated the software part.. i cant imagine i nid to study tat for the next sem. Timk i'll probably fluck it.. tsk!@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grp members are oso not veri close to one another. i oso dunno y.. mayb the guys are scared of us, or wat.. we hardly haf lunch together..and i feel tat they are complete strangers to me.. sad case.. i thot i can make gd friends w them .. sign...  but they r realli gd grp mates, as they realli do their stuff, unlike me, hee, daydreamin most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis project actualli let me learn quite a lot of stuff.. firstly, how to buy components. Secondly, keep away frm grpmates tat are arguin.Thirdly, daydream is not gd, as i realli didn learn much software stuff.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 more weeks, i'll be going to BEijing.. Actualli, i quite look forward to it.. it's a brand new place for me to explore, and seems to have lots of stuff awaitin for me to discover.. the onli regret is tat i'm not able to visit the zoo.. haiz.. that means i'm not given a chance to c panda... sign... realli hope to c it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, Tampines k box is closed forever.. pp pls tad note.. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-114891373851190367?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114891373851190367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=114891373851190367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114891373851190367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114891373851190367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/05/dip.html' title='DIP'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-114623443679139429</id><published>2006-04-28T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:40:45.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wat's the feelin wen someone left u...</title><content type='html'>i always cant stand the feelin wen someone have to leave u... regardless for wat purpose he left u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i feel extremely sad.. coz the baby tat my mum help to look after have to go to the childcare.. i really cant bear to c him go.. tinkin of this make me feel like crying.. why in this world there is such things called partin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also wen i oso cant stand the sight where we have to send pp off in the airport.. it oso make me feel like cryin.. i'm such a weaklin in such cases.. cant bear to c pp leavin.. &lt;br /&gt;mayb i'm too weak.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finalli todae, my all core subj exam is over, but still have those partin event happenin.. makin me headach.. i shall packed myself w tons of stuff to make myself occupied.. haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-114623443679139429?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114623443679139429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=114623443679139429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114623443679139429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114623443679139429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/04/wats-feelin-wen-someone-left-u.html' title='wat&apos;s the feelin wen someone left u...'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-114603710914248466</id><published>2006-04-26T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:38:29.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meaninful words</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Happiness lives for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-114603710914248466?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114603710914248466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=114603710914248466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114603710914248466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114603710914248466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2006/04/meaninful-words.html' title='meaninful words'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-114603677667286255</id><published>2006-04-26T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T06:20:33.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back!!</title><content type='html'>It's been a very long time since i last updated my blog.. now.. finalli, uni year 2 is almost over. today, i juz took a very tough pp.. i nearly went mad studyin it.. stress until all my pimple pop up.. crazy subj.. nearly killed me.. at last, now i can tad a short break.. phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i realli da bao tat subj, wat shall i do.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. tokin abt how time flew... another 2 days, i'll b leavin my rm.. actualli a bit cant bear the rm as i have been campin in the rm since sch start.. although it bullied me.. ( eg yesterday, the whole bind crashed down on me.. luckily, i fixed it back.) , and there are days i bullied it, ( as in i spill coffee on the desk and the wall.. but i also gt retribute, my hp and math notes are "bath" w coffee), i goin to miz it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tink i'll oso miz my roomie.. hee... veri happi to get to noe her.. she's a very adorable ger.. thot i onli saw her in the midnite.. and sometimes in the afternoon. onli regret for this sem is didn get a chance to eat lunch w her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz now i watch guang liang , ( Yue Ting)... super touchin.. i nearly weep, watchin it.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;sniff.." xin si ke yi jiang qiang de.."quoted frm the mtv.. super touchin..luckily is a happy endin mtv...if i gt a bf as sentimental as guang linag, i will b so fortunate.. not onli noe how to play pianao, and oso sing so well... so envy... though not shuai.. hee , but cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ani one out there noe how to treat pimple? that stupid exam stresses me until all my pimple pop up.. gr... alrdi not pretty le, plus all those spots, is even uglier. sniff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. shall go study math le.. haha.. although no mood to do so. jia u all my frienz who are havin examination.. shall meet out after exam..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-114603677667286255?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/114603677667286255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=114603677667286255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/114603677667286255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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he go tell others that i causin trouble to pp due to my cancellation.. make me feel more pissed off&lt;br /&gt;how cm someone so irratatin.. as if i brought trouble to him.. by thinkin abt this make my hair falls.. utterly disappointed in him..&lt;br /&gt;realli feel don wan to go to my the other cca.. feel tat i don belong there..  i don feel happy there.. feel a bit outsider.. mayb because i didn go for a long time..&lt;br /&gt;Serve me rite.. who ask me not to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get scolded by one of my friends. coz of my last min cancellation which is 3ays before activities.. it make me realised tat how crazy i was to make myself so packed.. no time for everything.. haiz... make me feel i suffocatin myself..so i'm tinkin since  i bein trouble to others,&lt;br /&gt;i'll like to quit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though will lost the contact there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realli feel like escapin.. get into thjis mess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-113743654550115932</id><published>2006-01-16T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:35:45.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i oso dunno why i did tat...</title><content type='html'>oh no.. i realli feel that i chnge to worst.. being more and more spiteful each day.. i dunno why..feelin irritated.. maybe because of what happen the past few days, and my growin wisdom tooth which add on to the irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, i had an agruement with a friend. actualli it's juz a small issue, and it's not our business. i juz feel a bit irritated with wat w he say, and vexed over my school work.. so my tone get harsher and harsher.. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat had happen to me.. tis is not the usual me i noe.. ever since i get to U, i feel tat i a bit weird..izzit due to the stress, or due to my own bad character.. tink mayb i still haven get use to u life.. nope.. tink i'm goin crazy..get angry over small issues.. tink i muz have short circuit.. so muz try to find the wrong connection..and it gettin bad to worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and realli gettin lazier as days go by.. gt lots of amendment.. haiz... siao le..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113743654550115932?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113743654550115932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113743654550115932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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uncle.. he so irritatin. next time wen u guys happen to c a ntu shuttle bus with no usual bell, muz not board on tat bus..tat bus uncle is so stupid.. "qi si wo le"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the thing happen tis way.. coz the bus almost reach my stop. den i press the bus bell .. den i did saw the light light up.. i even press twice as i didn hear any bell ring.. that stupid bus uncle nearly go by my stop. luckily i stand up. den he scold me for not pressin the bell.. den i snapped at him.. okie la.. i admit i oso gt a bit attitude.. but i feel so wronged. i did press the bell, juz tat it didn rung.. so people, next time wen u c such a bus, muz not board it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink i quite short temper these days.. i oso dunno y.. juz now, i was a bit pissed off by my "boss". and have a agruement with her. hee.. tink my temper go frm bad to worse.. hee.. so my chinese new year resolution is "try to control my temper."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113656115032797266?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-113527396636700839</id><published>2005-12-22T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:52:46.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday is over soon..</title><content type='html'>It's has been a very long time since i updated my blog.. hee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actualli this holiday is quite packed for me. as wat i had sae in the previous posts of wat happen to my cousin, actualli she's quite okie now.. contracted tb.. but shld b okie ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fast time flew. now sch is reopenin soon ..sianz. i haven realli enjoy my holiday, though my panda eyes seem to lessen a bit..my i still gt backach.. haiz..due to "entertainin" the baby in my house.. headach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realli miz ktv-in.. haiz.. very long time nv go ktv le.. sianz.. but no choice. the holiday is packed w sickness, tuition n slackin.. so a bit sad.. but it's okie .. coz at least i play ps2 play until my thumb sore.. ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i started to enjoy my new cca.. tsc.. actualli now i realise fc can b quite fun.. onli budgetin.. but actualli had to thank for my pres's help.. if not him, tink will not b able to do .. so feel grateful to him..&lt;br /&gt;hope he will not c tis.. but tink he will not ba .. hee.. sh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den tis week , feel a bit gulity. coz i turned down my friend's offer of bein part of the com. actuallli i wante to participate as myb will learn more stuffs, but due to studies and tuition committment.. tink is better&lt;br /&gt;to reject them now den harm them later.. haiz.. y time is insufficient for me.. time.. i nid more time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes started to blur le.. tink better go catch some beauty sleep..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-113361432190104242</id><published>2005-12-03T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T04:52:01.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hospital is a scary place..</title><content type='html'>for the past 3 days, i have been rushin to and fro to east shore hospital. coz my little cousin got sick. Got to go to hospital to visit her everyday( commanded my mum) . i found tat the environment there are quite gd and the service there is very good.. but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT VERY SCARY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can c lots of sick pp, and needles, screamin here and there.. Small children do not wan to eat medicine, and i saw my little cousin have to poke needle into her snall, plump hand.. EEEEEE&gt;&gt;&gt; so scary.. then she will be screamin and cryin.. ( coz she onli 4 yr old) very heartbreakin.&lt;br /&gt;So better keep myself healthy. But quite hard. now i gt flu and a bit cough.. haiz.. tink dyin soon.. i have been seein doctor thrice this year.. ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all thank to her.. i have to cancelled my meetin with friends.. don like these.. GR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113361432190104242?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113361432190104242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113361432190104242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113361432190104242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113361432190104242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/12/hospital-is-scary-place.html' title='hospital is a scary place..'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113306059299503686</id><published>2005-11-27T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:03:13.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me bein very guai..</title><content type='html'>ha... how is life after examination? erm... i quite slack.. i have alrdy sew a keychain for myself, within the whole yesterday... haiz, now havin backach.. den todae, i woke up early in the mornin to clean the whole house.: sweepin of floor, mpp, clean the table, gardenin.. hee... i super guai.. cant believe tat i done all these.. ha.. it's bcoz my mummy is back.. beta tidy up the house, otherwise... i'll b died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, but don understand the thing is tat how cm after i mop the floor, the floor seem sticker.. so cant see i hardly do housework at home. hee&lt;br /&gt;, haiz.. but don care so much.. it's so tirin.. my hand ach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now listenin to pin guan's album.. so nice,.. and remind me of a thing.. I WAN TO LEARN GUITAR... Soo, if u are readin my blog.. wen r u goin to teach me.. :p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113306059299503686?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113306059299503686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113306059299503686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113306059299503686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113306059299503686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-bein-very-guai.html' title='me bein very guai..'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113292634158780371</id><published>2005-11-25T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T05:45:41.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee!!!!</title><content type='html'>I’m so happy today.. Finalli, exam is over. Now I’m back home, usin my own home computer, eatin tidbits, lyin in bed, readin comic… haiz.. So fortunate.. May everyday be like tat.. Haha.. I noe I veri useless.. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae examination is the onli examination tat i enjoy myself. iT's a open book examination , and all the answer can be copy from the book... so happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterdae pp suck. i dunno how to do.. sianz.. and i realli crap a lot.. crap until i dunno wat to crap.. ha.. but it's over, so don tink too much.. hope can have not bad result... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is holiday have arrived.. now i super hyper.. ktv, goin sentosa w friends... wow... so look forward to.. and have to attend to teacher weddin.. erm.. dunno wat to wear.. haha... so excitin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113292634158780371?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113292634158780371/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-113272487179415107</id><published>2005-11-23T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:47:51.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit home sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz... it's been a very long time since i last write..or type.. tis is bcoz, my com in hall explode le.. after my last entry.. haiz.. tat's make me feel pathetic in hall.. no com, forget to bring my mp3, still gt exam and feel sick... wat's next?&lt;br /&gt;Last week was terrible for me.. i was having high fever and next day got circuit exam.. tink of givin up the exam.. but after checkin w my friend, i suddenl realise something.. there is nothing known as re-exam in sch... haiz.. so i bao sickness and go exam... realli torturin..&lt;br /&gt;Now, me oso still sick.. got a bit cough.. sad.. but still got 2 paper to go.. i alrdy gt no more energy to go...&lt;br /&gt;For todae exam... erm.. i feel i veri li hai.. juz spend 1h to complete a 2.5 h paper.. haha.den i struggle veri long time whether to come out of examination hall or not.. but in the end choose to cm out..ha.. but oso no use.. coz i 4get to do something tat i promise pp to do.. so have to wait until the whole examination period over.. haiz....&lt;br /&gt;now feelin a bit homesick... though i noe veri mei chu xi.. haiz... hope friday quickly come.. next time i'll not plan my examination started so early, and ended so late.. torturin.. i tad one month for 8 module.. den all my pp squeeze behind.. tis is a stoopid plannin.. haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113272487179415107?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-113198776478224826</id><published>2005-11-15T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:02:44.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::=What type of Mythical Sprite are you?=::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075173009_aterSprite.jpg" border="0" alt="Water Sprite"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mysterious, elegant, creative and calm.&lt;br /&gt;You are a sprite of the Water. Creative and one of&lt;br&gt;the most beautiful of sprites, you strike&lt;br&gt;wonder and curiosity into the hearts and minds&lt;br&gt;of all. Even though you are capable of&lt;br&gt;attraction and seduction you are way above all&lt;br&gt;that, you understand the true meaning of life&lt;br&gt;and are very open and understanding of lifes&lt;br&gt;mysteries, most likely you are one of them. You&lt;br&gt;are respectful of all ways of life and do not&lt;br&gt;judge one due to their position or station in&lt;br&gt;life. You are gifted in the ways of&lt;br&gt;understanding and given the chance are usually&lt;br&gt;full of good, wise advice. But your not the&lt;br&gt;type to take the stand and express such things.&lt;br&gt;Your laid back nature can be troubling, you&lt;br&gt;don't take many risks and prefer to keep things&lt;br&gt;as they are. You are one of the most unique of&lt;br&gt;sprites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113198776478224826?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113198776478224826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113198776478224826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113198776478224826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113198776478224826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-type-of-mythical-sprite-are-you.html' title='.::=What type of Mythical Sprite are you?=::.'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113198732869978391</id><published>2005-11-14T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:55:28.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my true element</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075171634_izzesLight.jpg" border="0" alt="Light"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Light: Innocent, beautiful,&lt;br&gt;kind-hearted and pure. You are so sweet your&lt;br&gt;almost angelic! You find joy in others&lt;br&gt;happiness and cannot stand to see anyone in&lt;br&gt;pain. You want to make everyone around you feel&lt;br&gt;good about themselves and if someone is upset&lt;br&gt;you can tend to become rather upset as well&lt;br&gt;which means you are sympathetic and raise&lt;br&gt;others above yourself. Being as kind and&lt;br&gt;good-natured as you are people have most likely&lt;br&gt;hurt you in the past but you pick yourself up&lt;br&gt;every time. You may look fragile but you are&lt;br&gt;stronger then most tend to see. Life is&lt;br&gt;beautiful no matter how you look at it and you&lt;br&gt;understand that people make mistakes. Not&lt;br&gt;everyone is perfect. You try to see the good in&lt;br&gt;the bad which is a talent few posses. Dont ever&lt;br&gt;let anyone change you. You truly have a&lt;br&gt;beautiful soul inside and a heart of gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113198732869978391?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113198732869978391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113198732869978391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113198732869978391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113198732869978391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-true-element.html' title='my true element'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113162027519000272</id><published>2005-11-10T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:57:55.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wan watch 恶魔在身边!!!! veri nice... i juz watch one episode today. but feel a bit gulity .. hee... but.. the male protangist very shuai... i like the 恶魔.. he so cute.. hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113162027519000272?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113162027519000272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113162027519000272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113162027519000272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113162027519000272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wan-watch-veri-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113156067254283901</id><published>2005-11-09T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:24:32.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/1600/cG35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/320/cG35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i feel this story very meaningful. Is forwarded by a close friend of mine, Ke wei.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;STORIES - The Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It faced a blank wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue:&lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After readin the story, wat do u feel? i agree that happiness can b obtained in makin others happy. But actualli wen come to action, it can be quite tough. Sometime, u may say the wrong things, which actualli meant to b gd, but in the end its purpose backfired..haha... sound a bit no link..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i'm given a choice, i'll not study the course i'm studyin now. i'll like to study tourism. to tour ard the world, and to c many diff type of pp and the happy faces of tourists.. hee.. but , it's too late. i cant gif up my course now.. haIZ.. onli to accept it. hee ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113156067254283901?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113156067254283901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113156067254283901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113156067254283901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113156067254283901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/short-story.html' title='A Short story'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113144714749465871</id><published>2005-11-08T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T02:52:27.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>touched..</title><content type='html'>hee... long time nv post any entry le.. today,my roommate do a very sweet action to me.. She bought a waffle for me.. sniff so touch.. mayb u all don feel any special to this, but to me, i feel so touch.. she so sweet.. i feel a bit gulity. coz last nite, i'm a bit harsh to her, coz i cant able to finish wat i suppose to finish. i'll like to sae sorri to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tis few days, i can feel a bit stress, coz all my exam will be quite packed for the nt 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;sianz.. hope tis will b over fast.. though haven complete studyin.. hee..and oso, wen i thot of goin to have a hectic holiday, the more stress i feel. suddenly tink i join too much stuffs.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb due to the stress or wat, my face have several dou dou.. so sad.. not pretty le.. haha .. diao.. k.. i shall stop b4 i get lamer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for tmr exam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-113093195696814110</id><published>2005-11-02T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T04:05:38.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 ways to deal w insects (part 2)</title><content type='html'>tis mornin, i discover another way tat insect could die.. actualli by accident . one died in the scotch tape, which i paste on the wall.. till now, io dunno how to get it out, coz i scare.. so another way can stick double sided tape on wall, den the insect may fall in the trap.. how to get it out, den have to tink another way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mtd is to lay traps on the table.. now i noe even i plastic bag can kill a insect.. tis mornin, i found another corpse in the plastic bag. tink the flyin ant gt trap in the plastic bag, though i dunno how.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i find another mtd.. juz now an FLYING ant flew straight into my keyboard and trap there.. so keyboard could be oso use to deal with insects.. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113093195696814110?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113093195696814110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113093195696814110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113093195696814110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113093195696814110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/101-ways-to-deal-w-insects-part-2.html' title='101 ways to deal w insects (part 2)'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113094763890011712</id><published>2005-11-02T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:07:18.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xin li test.. veri accurate for me..</title><content type='html'>If u enter the restaraunt w a grp of friends, wat will u do?&lt;br /&gt;A) no nid to read the menu, and order off ur hand.&lt;br /&gt;B) let ur friend order for u&lt;br /&gt;C)let ur friend rd the menu first, den u rd.&lt;br /&gt;D)call watever u like to eat, regardless wat ur friends order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis.....&lt;br /&gt;A)u appear to b hua xin, but actualli u r not.. in ur heart, wen u saw someone u like , reagardless how he appear, u still like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) U r a person who r ready to try new stuff, but once u face luv, u may get a bit laggin. u may not detect who luv u, or u put a brave front in front of the person.. so normalli wen u noe it, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) U r a person who treasure friendship den luv. and u TINK too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) u r a very so called determined person.. wen u c ur mr\ms rite, u'll go all ways to cahse after her.. the target may get afriad of u and flee frm u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113094763890011712?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18158910.post-113084844878909343</id><published>2005-11-01T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T04:34:08.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 ways to deal w bugs.. ( part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hee... juz to share w u all the experience i had with the creepy crawlers in my hall...Mayb u all haf the same experience as me, to scream at the bug, flee away frm it , or stare and rooted to the ground.. Atfer days of "observin them".. i came up w some ways to deal w them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1) spray them w pesticides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2) if no pesticides, whack them w any things u can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3) if beetle is found on floor, can choose to play golf.. use the broom to sweep them out of the room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4) ( which i observe today) for flyin ants tat appear at nite.. u can first.. switch on ur roomie' light. den close ur own light to let the ants fly to ur roomie table. den close all windows. den open the door, switch off the main switch.. Ensure there is no other source of lights in ur room.. den wait for a while to let the visitors fly out.. den close the door. TA Ta... the ants are gone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hee.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;will b continue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113084844878909343?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113084844878909343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113084844878909343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113084844878909343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113084844878909343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/11/101-ways-to-deal-w-bugs-part-1.html' title='101 ways to deal w bugs.. ( part 1)'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113076529902322141</id><published>2005-10-31T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T05:36:00.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I delete the wrong file!!</title><content type='html'>Today i did a very wrong thing.. i go delete the wrong program in my com.. actualli i didn realise that i delete a veri impt program, as i thot is somethin useless.. the file i delete is the hansmaster. i thot it has no impact to my system.. but den, i reaLISE TAT I CAN NO MORE READ CHINESE WORDS!! argh.. this is the consequences of act smart.. sniff.. tink nid to brin the program disc frm my hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i started to like to drink chrisythemum tea... the one tat i brew, not packet drink.. i like the fragrance... it's make me feel awake.. i  oso like to c flowers floatin on my drink.. hee.. tink shall buy rose bud nt time to try.. i wonder how it's taste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now shall go back to hit my books.. Algorithms.. haiz.. hope can complete it tonite.. jia u!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113076529902322141?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113076529902322141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113076529902322141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113076529902322141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113076529902322141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-delete-wrong-file.html' title='I delete the wrong file!!'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113050235890190523</id><published>2005-10-28T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T05:25:58.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My horoscope</title><content type='html'>The Myth: &lt;br /&gt;Cancerians, we are asked to believe, are soft, soppy, supposedly sweet natured folk who can't say boo to a goose. These kind, gentle timid types are fond of home and hearth, devoted to their families and keen to live as much as possible in a cosy world of calm and comfort. They exist only to please others and love nothing more than martyrdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth: &lt;br /&gt;While this pretty piece of propaganda may accurately describe the soft underbelly of the crab, it makes no allowance for that terribly tough shell or those powerful pincers. Cancerians are quite capable of kicking up a fuss and putting up a fight. It's just that they prefer a quiet life when they can get one. Thus, they wait till a crucial line has been crossed before letting their anger out. Once that happens though, they summon the same steely resolve that they normally apply to keeping trouble at bay. They reserve their own strength only because they are slightly scared of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Key To Success: &lt;br /&gt;To be a Cancerian is to be blessed with an infallible inner radar screen. It is to care, passionately, about the people who matter to you and the causes that have meaning to you. It is to know, always, what must be done and why - and never to be wrong. Yet it is also to feel your best is never good enough, even though it certainly is. All you ever have to do, to be successful, is be yourself with a little more confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113050235890190523?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113050235890190523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113050235890190523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113050235890190523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113050235890190523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-horoscope.html' title='My horoscope'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113042808821902866</id><published>2005-10-27T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:48:08.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I like today's weather.. so cold.. ha.. it's a great time to study..and the best thing for today is tat i study w two of my best friends.. Soo and Hoon.. it's have been a long time since we meet. so feel happie to meet them. and oso noe 2 new friends.. today, studyin is quite productive.. shld mug somemore now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EEeEEE... there's a insect flyin in my hall... muz me the rainy day.. haiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113042808821902866?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113042808821902866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113042808821902866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113042808821902866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113042808821902866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy day'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113029132151389851</id><published>2005-10-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:48:41.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mood swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;this mornin when i woke up.. i feel extremely down.. I suddenly thot of tons of stuffs.. which make me feel more upset and hard to concentrate in my muggin.. tink i shall try to change my personality of tinkin too much, bein sensitve to certain issues..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Actualli, i don understand wat happen to me.. i feel tat i changed frm bad to worst over the years.. change to someone who i don even noe myself.. so horrible.. tinkin of the ways i do stuffs , handle things.. seems so .... erm.. dunno how to sae.. ha ha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;okie, so now i shall psyco myself not to tink of those things and concentrate on my studies.. i shall try my best to trap in my world, and beta don c stuffs tat remind me of those 'bad memory'.. Shall try to be back the usual me.. stop bein so irritatin, sensitive.. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Gambette.. k.. feelin much better le...  jia u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113029132151389851?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113029132151389851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113029132151389851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113029132151389851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113029132151389851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/mood-swing.html' title='mood swing'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113025595176887037</id><published>2005-10-25T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T08:59:11.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>Haiz... how come i cannot post my new template?...&lt;br /&gt;sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113025595176887037?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113025595176887037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113025595176887037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113025595176887037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113025595176887037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113023727108995878</id><published>2005-10-25T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T03:47:51.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a slag day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eralath.27names.org/gambette.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://eralath.27names.org/gambette.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , i do not have the mood to study.. i oso dunno y... haiz... hope tmr will b better.. cant finish watever i wan to study.. gr.. exam is peepin round the corner.. haiz.. and today is the first day tat i start to renovate my site... haha.. still gt lots of area nid to change.. tink alter again wen i'm free... Jia you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113023727108995878?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113023727108995878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113023727108995878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113023727108995878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113023727108995878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/slag-day.html' title='a slag day'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113014453017929421</id><published>2005-10-24T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T02:07:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/1600/anime_fruitsbasket_avatar13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="86" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8071/1769/320/anime_fruitsbasket_avatar13.gif" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;情难枕&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;如果一切靠缘份　何必痴心爱着一个人 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;最怕藕断丝连难舍难分　多少黎明又黄昏 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;就算是不再流伤心泪　还有魂萦梦牵的深夜 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;那些欲走还留一往情深　都已无从悔恨 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;早知道　爱会这样伤人　情会如此难枕　当初何必太认真 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;早明白　梦里不能长久　相思不如回头　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;如今何必怨离分 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;除非是当作游戏一场　红尘任他淒凉　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;谁能断了这情份 除非把真心放在一旁　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;今生随缘聚散　无怨无悔有几人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad song.... but will like to learn.. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113014453017929421?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113014453017929421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113014453017929421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113014453017929421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113014453017929421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/song.html' title='song'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-113013878612663452</id><published>2005-10-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T00:26:26.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unluckly day</title><content type='html'>HA......&lt;br /&gt;i  wan to complain abt the shuttle bus service in the sch... so irritatin.. i waited for 15 min for the bus.. but wen it arrive to my bus stop, tat bus drove away without stoppin as the bus is too full... Irritatin... cause me to walk all the way to sch.. wen i reach sch, i'm sweatin.. spolit my image..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den b4 tat.. my stoopid earphone is trapped to the screw of the bus seat.. den i cannot get off the bus.. gr.. so suay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den in class, the teacher sae he don wan to mention name, and yet mention my name twice in class.. and is not abt any fabulous stuff... urg.. i so pai seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now onli half a day is gone, wat more unlucky things is waitin for me... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-113013878612663452?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/113013878612663452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=113013878612663452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113013878612663452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/113013878612663452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/unluckly-day.html' title='Unluckly day'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-18158910.post-112997784166706711</id><published>2005-10-22T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T04:00:08.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Startin...</title><content type='html'>Ha... i juz started my blog.... This will be an area for me to complain.. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad... Exam is comin... but i' seem to have prob to concentrate.. will try harder later.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,I juz went to a place to vent all my anger.. ha... as u all can guess, i went ktv- ing.. sang a lot of oldies.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i seem to have problem usin this blog.. haiz.. try to learn use it nt time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can.. will try to post next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18158910-112997784166706711?l=noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/112997784166706711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18158910&amp;postID=112997784166706711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/112997784166706711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18158910/posts/default/112997784166706711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noteveryoneisperfect.blogspot.com/2005/10/startin.html' title='A Startin...'/><author><name>Tohru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018786044289983808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
