<?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-11643227</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:12:27.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I only want to be with just YOU forever~ - Your Guardian Angel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-6266085565461666576</id><published>2007-07-11T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:23:42.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm closing this blog, and locking this memory away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll return to blogging - or maybe if I do, I may set up a new blog, I'll keep you guys updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this blog will be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll come back, if there exists a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-6266085565461666576?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6266085565461666576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6266085565461666576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-closing-this-blog-and-locking-this.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-2297248111642982631</id><published>2007-06-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:51:02.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years of striving, all for this day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RnFVtcnDNeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/doNyEQ94hUM/s1600-h/14-06-07_0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RnFVtcnDNeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/doNyEQ94hUM/s320/14-06-07_0916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075932494285714914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RnFVnsnDNdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fw3aayTdS00/s1600-h/14-06-07_0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RnFVnsnDNdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fw3aayTdS00/s320/14-06-07_0915.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075932395501467090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got the photos today, a month after the Graduation Ceremony. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-2297248111642982631?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/2297248111642982631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/2297248111642982631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/06/3-years-of-striving-all-for-this-day.html' title='3 years of striving, all for this day...'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RnFVtcnDNeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/doNyEQ94hUM/s72-c/14-06-07_0916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-6826030953775302716</id><published>2007-06-12T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:12:44.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Ming today. He's going in NS this friday. Got his head shaved, his plastic specs done - looking 100% like a NS man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to think about my enlistmet... 1 and a half months away. There is one big worry weighing on my mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-6826030953775302716?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6826030953775302716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6826030953775302716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-out-with-ming-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-7142944753670692732</id><published>2007-06-08T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:10:09.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一番. 神话</title><content type='html'>人海茫茫，时间穿梭，一种永远的前进，流动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们被赋予爱的能力 - 一种天赋，一个让我们都可以把自己的现在，未来；自己的所有心思，关怀；自己的快乐，悲伤，心中所有的感觉都体现出来；把自己的一生许诺给另一半。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;未尝之者，不知真正所谓爱情的酸，甜，苦，辣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一段爱情都是一种唯独相爱两人才能感觉到，也最清楚的配搭。在一个机戒化的现实世界，我们总喜欢预知的能力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可在爱情内，未来，是谁也不能肯定的。然而，爱情内美丽的诺言，虽是最不能肯定实现的，却，也是最美丽，最贴心的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所谓有爱，才有恨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情内最可怖的并非与另一半起争执 - 反而，把心里的话都说出来，把所有的小孩子气都哭出来，笑出来，骂出来，才是巩固两人之间感情的桥梁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最可怖的是，当一方默默承受；最可怖的是，当一方不懂得把心里表达出来；最可怖的是 - 当一方，不再理睬，不再在乎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;家家有本难念的经，每一段恋情亦有两人之间不合之处。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两个相爱的人之间，也是肯定会有想法的不同。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要两个人都是一心想要让一段感情长久，那就是一种惟妙惟肖的迁就，适应，改变。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们一生都在寻觅，寻觅着 The One。 爱情来了，我们都不知道，到底另一半，是否能长久 - 只凭感觉，只凭信念 - 走下去，就会看到前面的路。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好好地珍惜，把握。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有限的光阴。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-7142944753670692732?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/7142944753670692732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/7142944753670692732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='一番. 神话'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-2227741322269821008</id><published>2007-06-07T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:21:08.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days at Home</title><content type='html'>Been staying at home since the airport job, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New jobs lobangs, anyone? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing. Was looking at the dog eat its dinner yesterday night. He actually licks up a mouthful of biscuits, then looks at me while crunching forcefully (I think I saw him smiling in content lol). Its that look of him looking at you and crunching away with that little smile thats really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually grinning and laughing abit. Then something nostalgic hit me, and tears almost came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I am emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-2227741322269821008?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/2227741322269821008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/2227741322269821008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/06/days-at-home.html' title='Days at Home'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-4666868680458135368</id><published>2007-05-29T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:37:55.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is back</title><content type='html'>No more working at 5am in the morning. Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are certainly things to be missed. For one, I'd never known there was such a sight to behold in Changi Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RluXf6MdblI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mldnlYspY_E/s1600-h/28-05-07_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RluXf6MdblI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mldnlYspY_E/s320/28-05-07_0712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069812379988880978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this was taken at the airport, 7 in the morning. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RluYTKMdbmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Y5_Ce1M4fIg/s1600-h/25-05-07_0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RluYTKMdbmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Y5_Ce1M4fIg/s320/25-05-07_0641.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069813260457176674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RluabaMdbnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AwBgWOv7v2Q/s1600-h/28-05-07_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RluabaMdbnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AwBgWOv7v2Q/s320/28-05-07_0716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069815601214353010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminal 2, at the Sunflower Garden. The only pity is that its supposed to be seperated into Smoking and Non-Smoking Area, but everyone goes there to smoke. Stop killing the flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rlua26MdboI/AAAAAAAAAGE/y5w4fnoyC-A/s1600-h/25-05-07_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rlua26MdboI/AAAAAAAAAGE/y5w4fnoyC-A/s320/25-05-07_0643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069816073660755586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rlua96MdbpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/anGGeBvhvWc/s1600-h/25-05-07_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rlua96MdbpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/anGGeBvhvWc/s320/25-05-07_0644.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069816193919839890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the sight of the array of airplanes is somewhat breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RlubM6MdbqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aH-YqP7Bu4o/s1600-h/20-05-07_1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RlubM6MdbqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aH-YqP7Bu4o/s320/20-05-07_1147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069816451617877666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, "Wow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to some interesting stuff that was in the airport's transit area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RlucLKMdbrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OLv1laUkPJ4/s1600-h/10-05-07_1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RlucLKMdbrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OLv1laUkPJ4/s320/10-05-07_1212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069817521064734386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the size of that Tobleron bar? Its not a display you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rlucb6MdbsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rh7ct5GkLNE/s1600-h/10-05-07_1213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rlucb6MdbsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rh7ct5GkLNE/s320/10-05-07_1213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069817808827543234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whopping $150 for that chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know how products like to differentiate themselves with a USP, which they so blatantly put on their product's pacakaging. But this is just too irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rluc86MdbtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d4NJB2609yA/s1600-h/fat_free_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rluc86MdbtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d4NJB2609yA/s320/fat_free_water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069818375763226322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT FREE mineral water?! Since when was there fat in water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I didn't know Mercedes Benz had a shop. But of course, that would then justify the high prices of the items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RludiKMdbuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NPMzvXOibkw/s1600-h/27-05-07_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RludiKMdbuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NPMzvXOibkw/s320/27-05-07_0950.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069819015713353442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RlufrKMdbwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8oBuszlrRD0/s1600-h/28-05-07_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RlufrKMdbwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8oBuszlrRD0/s320/28-05-07_1227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069821369355431682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats me. Taken in a hurry, I didn't smile. XD But the point is, you see that uniform?! Bright yellow! Name tag. Lol. More than once I was asked and challeneged by passengers, asking if I was in uniform. Bah. Our uniform was that yellow polo tshrit, work pants and leather shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something random I took at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rludp6MdbvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uW54fkpesJc/s1600-h/16-05-07_1502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rludp6MdbvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uW54fkpesJc/s320/16-05-07_1502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069819148857339634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a noodle making machine for home use. In chinese, its 家(Jia) 用(Yong) 压(Ya) 面(Mian) 机(Ji). Now you know how the English brand name for this product comes about? JYYMJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Chinese products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Taking a break at home for now, looking for a new job. 2 months to enlistment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-4666868680458135368?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4666868680458135368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4666868680458135368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-back.html' title='Life is back'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RluXf6MdblI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mldnlYspY_E/s72-c/28-05-07_0712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-7989905813223776587</id><published>2007-05-17T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:07:32.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling, 对我来说。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/8868/puzzlepiecefd7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/8868/puzzlepiecefd7.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Love you loads~ &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-7989905813223776587?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/7989905813223776587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/7989905813223776587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/free-image-hosting-at-wwwimageshackus_17.html' title='Darling, 对我来说。。。'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-5964826015595126865</id><published>2007-05-16T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T20:34:32.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Dar Dar 16/5/2006</title><content type='html'>Dearie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the drawing I made of us~ Keke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[REMOVED due to it being a disaster]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar yao click to enlarge wor, kan de bi jiao qing chu! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss You~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;Your Dearest Darling&lt;br /&gt;Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-5964826015595126865?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5964826015595126865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5964826015595126865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-dar-dar-1652006.html' title='To: Dar Dar 16/5/2006'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-8524878229830200153</id><published>2007-05-15T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:30:09.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokia N93 Hokkien</title><content type='html'>Saw the Gary Oldman's ad for Nokia N93? Then you MUST watch this parody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQrMvtchYSc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQrMvtchYSc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-8524878229830200153?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/8524878229830200153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/8524878229830200153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/nokia-n93-hokkien.html' title='Nokia N93 Hokkien'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-2479583842929065102</id><published>2007-05-15T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:28:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up on my sleep. Amazing how I can sleep for the whole afternoon yesterday, and sleep so soundly till 11 today morning too. Wonders of the human system aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol yesterday was a a day, as quoted, where "passengers woke up on the wrong side of the bed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, London side screwed up again. This passenger bought liquor from London airport, and they failed to put it in a tamper evident bag for him. So, transferring at Singapore, he couldn't bring the bottle on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 6000 pound liquor. Roughly $12,000 Sing. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just said, he's never gunna take SQ flight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was this energetic China auntie in her 70s or 80s. She was in a group, but none of the other old men were as energetic as her. My friend was stationed at that Pier, and she specifically read everything from the brochure, all the items to the old lady, asking if she had any of those items. To all, she said no. Ok fine, let her pass. Security check, she had all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security took the items from her, she started playing tug of war with them. "Mai! Mai! Mai!" and she was tugging and pulling the items away from the security guys. Everyone else were just magically transfixed at the spot watching the commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every item they took, she wrestled. They took her item, and put it on top of the table, she snatched and put in back in her pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she couldn't win, and held up the whole queue for 10 - 15 mins, she tugged at the security guys' sleeves and told them not to take her stuff from her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this old Caucasian guy who claimed no one told him of the new LAG measures. Liar. We were stationed all the way from outside to transit area. And Jeri was there what, she did ask every one of the passengers. The security woman was requesting for me to go in and help out - but by the time I went in, they were already exchanging particulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other security woman who was talking to the guy had just given him her particulars (name, department), and she asked for his. He was defensive, and asked why. SHe said "To be fair sir, I need your particulars so I can feedback to my side as well, right?" He hesitated, then snatched the piece of paper from her hand and scribbled so that people could not see what he was writing. Unfortunately, the security could read his handwriting. He left his name and number, and was already going away with his luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I need your seat number as well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why should I give it to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be fair sir, I gave you all my particulars, you should give me yours too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quickly pacing away) "I don't feel obliged to give you my seat number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought he was smart, but the security woman just went to the counter and checked his seat number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through this, there was nothing I could do, and when I asked so how else I could help, she just stred at me and said "You came so late." What, my fault is it? By the time I came it was already at that stage what. Furthermore, I wasn't the one stationed there. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard at the F Pier there was this incident where a business class traveller just took all his LAGs items and threw them on the floor in a tantrum. Thereafter, he acted like a boss, and kinda commanded my colleague stationed there to follow him to the Transfer counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tch. What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, we just found out that the red polo tees working with us were supposed to be spotchecking and monitoring us yellow shirts, and have to write reports on EACH and EVERY one of us everyday. Like attendance, attitude, performance and the such I suppose. Freaky! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may have shed some light on the 8 chosen of the lot though. Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-2479583842929065102?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/2479583842929065102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/2479583842929065102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/off-day-caught-up-on-my-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-5510594587844174668</id><published>2007-05-10T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:43:58.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, one minute at work is like 1 hour. So unbearable &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of dar the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao ji xiang ni orh darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I haven't seen my darling for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-5510594587844174668?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5510594587844174668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5510594587844174668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/sigh-one-minute-at-work-is-like-1-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-474446412158740816</id><published>2007-05-08T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:32:29.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day</title><content type='html'>Day 1 on the airport job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I picked up an extra banana (bright yellow shirts = banana) Charmaine on the way to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of us ground staff were divided into Red SHirts and Yellow Shirts - Red Shirts were airport staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the repacking counter at Transfer F where I was assigned to, the red shirt there - Shanky - she was turned out to be an ex classmate when I took Psychology in TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner for today, Qi Yun - and her sister, Qi Xuan, they both turned out to know Janelle. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small, small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for the first day for me, today. No difficult passengers really on my side. But funny thing was, I think I came across like a salesperson, holding the bag of samples in front of me and talking earnestly. So much that one passenger actually smiled and said No Thank You. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garbage aunty must have a fine time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things were thrown. Facial Cream, Liquor, (expensive stuff), Pure Jam from New Zealand, Honey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a $100 Facial Cream from Tangs which was almost thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One passenger wanted to have that oyster sauce she just bought, so much that she didn't mind having to wash the two 100 ml bottles I had with me, filled with poster color, to fill her oyster sauce. She liked the bottle so much she left it on top of the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard horror stories from other sides, like this lady who came from London, where they didn't put her stuff bought at the airport in tamper evident bags. So when they transferred here, it had to be thrown away. And she made a fuss of it. I had a similiar old man on my side who was angry when I told him so, and said he would try his luck. Do what you want man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this other guy I heard who challenged, saying that he believed his stuff could go through. Sure man, like, please go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passengers. Lol. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my poor feet. Alot of walking... I was almost flat from trying to find a cheaper eating place at lunch, walking all over to find my friends, and ending up eating outside. Then Qi Yun told me if I showed the staff pass, I'd get 30% off. What the...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-474446412158740816?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/474446412158740816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/474446412158740816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/1st-day.html' title='1st Day'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-665764199919218269</id><published>2007-05-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:16:55.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Dar Dar 8/5/2007</title><content type='html'>在这个世界上，真正属于自己的人只有一个。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我已经找到，找到那个我要永远陪在她身旁，把我的心，我的人，全部都给她的“专属天使”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宝贝，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有你在我身旁，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有你的爱，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我再也不渴望得到些其他什么，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有了你，我的人生，完整了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的祈求，我的愿望，就只要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宝贝跟我在一起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;得到很多，很多的幸福 与 快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;打心底对宝贝的爱，不是言语所能表达；而这份爱，只给宝贝你一个人 - 这是一份&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;专属宝贝的爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。。。。爱爱。。。。你你你你。。。。。。一辈子。。。。一辈子。。。&lt;br /&gt;。。。爱爱。。。。你你。。你你。。。。。一辈子。。。。一辈子。。。&lt;br /&gt;。。爱爱。。。。你你。。。。你你。。。。一辈子。。。。一辈子。。。&lt;br /&gt;。爱爱。。。。。。。。。。你你。。。。。。一辈子。。。。一辈子。。。&lt;br /&gt;爱爱。。。。。。。。。。你你。。。。。。。一辈子。。。。一辈子。。。&lt;br /&gt;。爱爱。。。。。。。。。。你你。。。。。。一辈子。。。。一辈子。。。&lt;br /&gt;。。爱爱。。。。。。。。。。你你。。。。。一辈子。。。。一辈子。。。&lt;br /&gt;。。。爱爱。。。。你你。。你你。。。。。。一辈子。。一辈子。。。。&lt;br /&gt;。。。。爱爱。。。。你你你你。。。。。。。。一辈子一辈子。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比比，Love You Loads!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6th Anniversary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huggies* Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;一辈子都那么爱你&lt;br /&gt;一辈子都会在你身边的&lt;br /&gt;Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-665764199919218269?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/665764199919218269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/665764199919218269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-dar-dar-852007.html' title='To: Dar Dar 8/5/2007'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-4099295201958134909</id><published>2007-05-05T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:32:02.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee!~ Went out with darling today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated early our 6th month anniversary~ Keke. Hao kai xin! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads darling~ &lt;33 Muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-4099295201958134909?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4099295201958134909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4099295201958134909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/wee-went-out-with-darling-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-8246135902523028687</id><published>2007-05-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:19:34.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquito and Me</title><content type='html'>My room happens to be the one facing the hillside and the wilds - I've been harassed by mosquitoes every now and then, especially during the rainy season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I was trying to catch a nap just now (I was fatigued - and I will tell you why in a short moment), and I got bitten 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a mosquito bite you on the fingers or toes before? If not, let me tell ya - its extreme itchiness. There's less meat see, and more nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic mosquitoes. I just got 2 bites below my scar at my elbow, one behind my other elbow knob, and one RIGHT ON THE BONE OF MY THUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my cordless phone again. It was kinda spoilt last time (I haven't sent in the warranty =X) when one of the batteries leaked mercury. I kept it in the shelf. Now its got some white crystals formed along its sides. Gross. Wonder what are those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite abit of walk I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a hunt for something, and travelled to Suntec. To find that like its many branches around, the thing I wanted to find was not in their stock. Ok, I decided I would make one then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked from Suntec to Bras Basah Complex. Seems like the shop moon told me about doesn't make what I wanted. Told me to check out the shops above. So I did, and walked a big round. The guy at the shop told me they didn't make them, but discussed how they could provide an alternative. But I had to find a template for the lines. Like where am I supposed to find that, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a frame maker shop. $40 for one. What?! Nvm. Asked around some more, and someone told me I could find a shop making what I wanted at Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set off for Far East. Wy said Somerset is nearer. Ok man, you take the lead. He took us on a whole TOUR of Orchard before we stepped into what seemed like Far East. 5th floor, I was told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wy was still saying confidently "If you se ethe condom shop, its Far East".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first to realise we were in Lucky Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we walked in what seemed like the right direction, and ended up at Far East. Shopping Centre. I was already suspecting, cos the place looked so small. Only a Medical Clinic was on the 5th Floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to ask directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Ariel, called Janelle. Lye went to ask Wheelock Place Info Counter. LOL. And it was a GAMBLE, when it came to whether it was thge left or right side of TANGS. I saw Lucky Plaza on one side, so I said, ok lets walk this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we found Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dumb of me ya. I've been here to film before what! Zzz. And yes I found the shop. After all, it was not a wasted trip. Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-8246135902523028687?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/8246135902523028687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/8246135902523028687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/05/mosquito-and-me.html' title='Mosquito and Me'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-378782040652479093</id><published>2007-04-19T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:23:10.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>To: Dar Dar Peishi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生漫长的路，走了快21年了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得110806的晚上，是一个很宁静，很美的夜晚。走在人生道路上，我看着这片夜空，看到天上有一颗好亮，好亮的星星。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这颗星星，轻轻的落在我的怀抱中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RieHs7RpNWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Wkc613hTC2Y/s1600-h/star_in_hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RieHs7RpNWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Wkc613hTC2Y/s320/star_in_hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055158312642360674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是天赐给我最好的一份礼物；也是我这生中遇到最好的一件事。我的幸福，从那一刻开始了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而这颗星，是我最漂亮，最可爱的天使。是我生命中的阳光，也是我最疼爱的宝贝。我要用我的全部去爱她，去保护她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我生命中的这个奇迹，这颗星星，就是你啊，darling. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好爱你, baby~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RieJRLRpNXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aHKpTt3e03M/s1600-h/younnme_handring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RieJRLRpNXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aHKpTt3e03M/s320/younnme_handring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055160034924246386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;每天，每时，每秒，每刻都在想着你的&lt;br /&gt;Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-378782040652479093?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/378782040652479093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/378782040652479093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_19.html' title='*'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RieHs7RpNWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Wkc613hTC2Y/s72-c/star_in_hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-5880597197623587313</id><published>2007-04-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:20:08.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee. Hao kai xin. Went out with dar today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi shi, past few days, ever since dar kai xue, wo dou shi chao ji xiang dar dar de. Maybe shi yin wei, pa dar dar school repoen le will be too busy, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You de gen dar chu qu, jiu hen kai xin lo. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao ai ni, darling. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-5880597197623587313?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5880597197623587313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5880597197623587313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/04/hee.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-4547855771090797836</id><published>2007-04-12T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:31:45.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Dar Dar 12/04/07</title><content type='html'>Dearest Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to tell you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rh3dy56MjqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/86j_QiH2fGo/s1600-h/kaixinguo_hckk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rh3dy56MjqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/86j_QiH2fGo/s320/kaixinguo_hckk.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052438223587675810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke! Ji de I said before, dar dar shi wo de kai xin guo ah~ Na wo jiu shi dar dar de Honeycomb Kitkat nor! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xi wang dar dar bu kai xin shi, xiang qi wo, jiu hui feel better la. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rh3gVZ6MjtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TnoDUMgvABk/s1600-h/kxg_hckk_equation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rh3gVZ6MjtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TnoDUMgvABk/s320/kxg_hckk_equation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052441015316418258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Xin Guo dai biao le darling, Honeycomb Kitkat dai biao wo~ Wo men zai yi qi, jiu shi ai nor! Bleh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you darling~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;Your Dearest Dearie&lt;br /&gt;Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-4547855771090797836?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4547855771090797836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4547855771090797836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-dar-dar-120407.html' title='To: Dar Dar 12/04/07'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rh3dy56MjqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/86j_QiH2fGo/s72-c/kaixinguo_hckk.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-6722920993572224082</id><published>2007-04-10T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:15:47.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱的主旋律</title><content type='html'>Dar dar, ni hai ji de last night, I said this song de lyrics hen shi he wo men ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男：是你在那个雨季 走进我生命 &lt;br /&gt;带着一点任性 和温柔的表情 &lt;br /&gt;(Hehe dar... ji de wo men shi 110806 kai shi de ah... Zhen de shi rain season wor! =P Mm, dar you shi shi you dian ren xing. Hee. Dar de wen rou de biao qing, shi bu yong shuo la &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女：是你在那个雨季 赶走了孤寂 &lt;br /&gt;温暖的笑容 换我仅有的甜蜜 &lt;br /&gt;(Qi shi this first line, ye shi applies to me. Zi cong dar walk into my life zhi hou, I was never lonely, alone again. Shi zhen de. =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男：天上一万颗星星我却只看见你 &lt;br /&gt;你说这是幸运 还是不可思议 &lt;br /&gt;(Neng gou gen dar zai yi qi, zhen de shi wo mei you xiang guo zi ji hui de dao zui da, zui da de xing fu.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女：身边有太多风景 我却停在这里 &lt;br /&gt;说我傻的可以 还不是因为你 &lt;br /&gt;(Hee. Dar de zou wei you na me duo de nan sheng, dar xuan zhe le wo. &lt;3 Xuan zhe le, gen wo zhe ge da sha gua yi qi. Hee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男：是你的声音 (Dar de sheng ying, dar de gu li, dar yi zhi de na me zi chi wo,&lt;br /&gt;女：带给我勇气  rang wo ke yi mian dui ren he de nan ti, yin wei wo zhi dao, you &lt;br /&gt;男：恋爱的频率  dar dar ni de ai. Ai dar dar, wo ai dao xin di, hen shen, hen shen&lt;br /&gt;女：直到我心底  de ai.&lt;br /&gt;男：如果你愿意  Dar yuan yi gen wo zai yi qi, you dar dar de zhe fen ai, wo zhen de&lt;br /&gt;女：是的我愿意  gan jue dao hao xing fu. Wo yao yi zhi dou gen ni zou xia qu, yin wei&lt;br /&gt;合：带着我幸福的主旋律  ni jiu shi wo sheng ming de zhu xuan lv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男：从前的实际 &lt;br /&gt;女：现在我相信  Wo men de ai, wo men zi jian de gan qing, yin wei wo men xiang xin,&lt;br /&gt;男：天空会放晴  wo men bi ci dou xiang xin, wo men du guo le hao duo nan guan - &lt;br /&gt;女：爱会更甜蜜  雨后，一定会天晴 - 就像我们的爱一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男：如果你愿意  Dar dar, wo men de zhe fen ai, zhe fen gan qing, wo men Ai De Zhu&lt;br /&gt;女：是的我愿意  Xuan Lv, wo men rang ta Yong Yuan, Yong Yuan de chang xia qu,&lt;br /&gt;合：爱的主旋律  永远唱下去  zhi dao yong yuan, hao ma?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女：是你在那个雨季 赶走了孤寂 &lt;br /&gt;温暖的笑容 换我仅有的甜蜜 &lt;br /&gt;男：天上一万颗星星我却只看见你 &lt;br /&gt;你说这是幸运 还是不可思议 &lt;br /&gt;女：身边有太多风景 我却停在这里 &lt;br /&gt;说我傻的可以 还不是因为你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们都是恋爱中的两个傻瓜；&lt;br /&gt;就让我们这两个傻瓜，&lt;br /&gt;继续的爱下去，好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I love you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-6722920993572224082?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6722920993572224082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6722920993572224082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='爱的主旋律'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-5014082706213142671</id><published>2007-04-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:13:44.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I laid wide awake in bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an uneasiness in my heart and mind... All through the night, all through today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, all I could feel was a deep sense of self reproach. Alot of things went through my mind - all my faults, all my shortcomings - especially the times that've ruined both our moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness hangs over me. I was very upset with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, only one thing kept ringing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never want to have to hurt you, and then say sorry, ever again, darling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This promise, this resolve hung on my mind all through last night, all through today, and will continue to be on my mind - I will always be in reproach of myself for not having done this earlier. In reproach of myself for letting my emotions run wild. In reproach of myself, for being such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, I hold back my tears - tears not of wanting empathy, but rather, an overwhelming sadness and frustration at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless - against myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-5014082706213142671?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5014082706213142671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5014082706213142671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-laid-wide-awake-in-bed-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-6726801660487696412</id><published>2007-04-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:28:50.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Dar Dar 8/4/2007</title><content type='html'>Dui bu qi, darling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan lai wo de yi fu huai pi qi, cong xiao dao da, hai mei you wan quan gai diao. =/ Wo hen tao yan zi ji wei shen me yao mei ci upset dar le cai lai regret, lai explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ni, jiu bu ying gai ever dui ni fa pi qi.&lt;br /&gt;Ai ni, jiu bu ying gai zuo cuo shi, ran hou cai lai shuo dui bu qi.&lt;br /&gt;Ai ni, jiu ying gai zhi dao dar bu xiang qi ta ren na yang de kan wo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ni, zui zhong yao de ye shi, yao liao jie ni, cong ni de perspective lai xiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er dang wo act on impulse de shi hou, jiu hao xiang ba quan bu zhe xie dou diu chu chuang wai le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在做什么？&lt;br /&gt;我发什么神经？&lt;br /&gt;我是不是白痴？&lt;br /&gt;爱你，是应该这样的吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo gang cai jiu zai wen zi ji. Zai ma zi ji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma wan le, mian bi si guo le, I felt very moody. Jue de zi ji hen chun. Hen mei yong. Then I asked myself: Feeling this way - you yong ma? Does it change anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo bu kai xin, dar ye bu hui kai xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told myself: Stop brooding over it. Yes, it was a mistake. But feeling unhappy over it after that gai bian bu liao anything. Suo yi I decided I would cheer up - na me, dar ye bu hui na me bu gao xing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道，爱你，我做过，说过许多我不该说和做的事。而每次我这样，让你不开心，我自责，我就生自己的气；看到你不开心，我更是责备自己，心里很难过。我们都不开心 - 也都是因为我那一时的冲动，那一时的愚蠢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过，每次雨过天晴后，我都默默地学习到了，知道了，告诉自己不能再这样了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, 你知道吗？每次雨过天晴后，你还是一直在我身边，对我还是那么深的一份爱 - 我真的，真的好感动。你心中的感受，我都知道，我都感觉到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我怎么说，都不能给你百分百的安慰 - 不过我可以发誓：我对你的爱，是永远不会变的 - 虽然不能保证我不会再犯错，但我可以承诺，我不会再犯一样的错误。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原谅我好吗，darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你，我永远，永远都要跟你在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;爱你的大傻瓜&lt;br /&gt;Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-6726801660487696412?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6726801660487696412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6726801660487696412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-dar-dar-842007.html' title='To: Dar Dar 8/4/2007'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-7069331079556754888</id><published>2007-04-05T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:20:04.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Dar Dar 5/4/2007</title><content type='html'>Dearest Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Dar dar, 如果有一天，失去了你，我会心痛到死掉的；&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，没有了你在我身边，我就活不成了；&lt;br /&gt;如果真的有那么一天，那天便是我的心，我的人进坟墓的那一天。&lt;br /&gt;Darling, 你是我所爱的第一个，也是最后一个女生 - 我爱你， 我爱你一生一世。&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie, ni hai ji de this SMS bah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know darling de xin de.. Dar shi dan xin wo, pa wo if that day really comes, hui fang bu xia, hui qu zuo sha shi. Whether gen wo zai yi qi, hai shi mei you gen wo zai yi qi, dar dar zui xiang kan dao de, shi kan jian wo hao hao de huo zhe, whether in person, or in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling chang shuo, wo hao xiang xiao hai zi, bu zhang da; ye xu bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye xu also because of this, darling chang jue de yao wei wo dan xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself: Wo shi zhen de zhang bu da? Hai shi wo bu xiang zhang da?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of si xiang fang mian, hen tan bai de shuo, I'm definitely not what I seem like. Bi ru shuo, darling gen wo shuo, ru guo zhen de you na me yi tian, wo yao dong de fang xia; I know this. Wo ye bu shi mei you zuo guo xin li zun bei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I did just now, tearing when you mentioned this; feeling sad and dejected; saying that mei you ni, wo hui si diao - yes, they're contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo mei you ban fa xiang ni jie shi wei shen me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am emotional - I am not afraid to let my emotions show and flow. I am impulsive - I will say and do what comes to mind, often without considering. And in this way, I am true to myself, and true to people around me - especially to you, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the part of my character that explains my behaviour. I seem to think too much; I seem to worry unduly; I seem like a kid when it comes to stuff. But in hindsight, I'm always able to point out where I was wrong, what darling was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised you I will try to change. And I will... But I cannot change my impulsive nature altogether, not immediately. I will, bit by bit, think before I say and react to what dar says to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I don't want you to worry about me. Whenever I make you worry; whenever I make you upset; whenever I make you unhappy, I get very upset with myself. I said, dar dar de gan shou, dar dar zai xiang shen me, wo zhen de hen zai hu de - and I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar dar gang cai tu ran don't want me to send you home, I was blaming myself for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said I was worrying... whenever I worry in fact... I'm always worrying whether  I've been stupid. Whether I've not done enough. Darling wui wo de ai, dui wo de care and concern, wo cong lai dou mei you huai yi guo. I tell myself, ru guo dar loved me less, yi ding shi yin wei wo. Yes, I'm very critical of myself... it was what I was taught, all these 21 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling. You told me you didn't want my heart to live just because of you. And I told you I cannot control my heart and my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me I must learn to carry on, and not die. I told you, I will die - but I will find my way to live, as I always have, after my heart died without family love; after my heart died so many times from one-sided loves, and relations that didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its also true when I said that I've never loved so truly, so deeply as I've loved you. Its true, when I said that you're the most important person to me in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its also true, that if I were to lose you, I will die. And stay so for a long while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will still carry on, because I'm not without dreams. I told you, I'm an optimist of the optimists - but at the same time, I'm practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can promise you, that though I will die, I will still stand up again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I want you to love me without having to worry for me all the time. I want you to love me and, receive my love without qualms, without worries. I may be like a kid when I say and act on impulse, but inside, I hope that darling you will see, that I have my measure of maturity. At least when it comes to dealing with matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, 你不要再担心了。 我不是小孩子。&lt;br /&gt;Baby, 你不要在不开心；你不要在生气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的宝贝，要开开心心的，要开开心心的笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, 你改变了我的人生；你让我认识了爱；也是你，最支持我，最体谅我 - 因为有你，我再也不孤单，世界再也不冷漠，夜晚再也不是黑暗的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我说，我要爱你，爱你到永远，那并不是戏剧套来的话 - 那时我真心想对你说的 - 也是我要履行的一个诺言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, 我爱你，我对你的这份爱，是只有在你我的心中，才能感觉得到的，在你我的心中，只有我们才知道他的伟大。&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;Your Dearest Dear&lt;br /&gt;Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-7069331079556754888?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/7069331079556754888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/7069331079556754888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-dar-dar-542007.html' title='To: Dar Dar 5/4/2007'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-5803607173457383565</id><published>2007-04-04T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:48:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yosh~</title><content type='html'>Almost had to run down to Pasir Ris this morning without my breakfast for nothing. Stupid tuition agency. Lucky thing was, the mother didn't whether it was one tutor or another, so long I could start right now, and teach well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Naruto now. Ok, at least Naruto isn't the weakest like Ichigo in Bleach, Sakura is the weakest bimbo ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn cordless phone getting softer these days. Wondering how to make it louder... Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-5803607173457383565?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5803607173457383565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5803607173457383565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/04/yosh.html' title='yosh~'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-4647672002101383519</id><published>2007-03-30T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T19:26:03.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Dar Dar: 悔过书</title><content type='html'>Dear Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My being sick shouldn't be an excuse, thats what it seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been selfish in demanding attention these few days, and I've made you shou wei qu, I've seemed like wo dui ni hen xiong, zheng tian zai ma ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I've been showing myself to be for so long, my immaturity. I've seemed to care more about the surface of your words, than what you really mean - I unconsciously "pushing" you away from me. I'm the one who made you feel distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I always seem to realise my mistakes too late. Saying sorry, I can never say enough to you. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a drama way to put it.. I don't seem to deserve you, dear. I know in my heart, that you don't have to put up with all my nonsense; I know deep inside, that it hurts to think of what I seem to be in many areas. Yet you've stayed with me, you've forgiven me again and again, you've never faltered in your love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised before not to make you cry again. I did. I made us both cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I would be good to you. Yet lately, I seem to have been aything but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way that you could get what is in your mind, in your heart out to me, was in a circumstance like just now. You couldn't keep it inside, you had to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I made you frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I made you angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, that inside, you hope that one day I will, one day things will turn for the better, because you believe in our love. Though as it seems, you don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all of that... and I will not attempt to defend myself, to explain this and that... because that doesn't give you assurance, that doesn't change things. I know you're tired of hearing all my talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time that I really grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will not, in this letter, ask for you to forgive me; ask for you to listen to my explanation. I will not pressurize you to discuss with me our problems. I only hope what I am going to say will assure you, at least in a small way, that our relationship, our love, doesn't have to go on with problems remaining as facts - because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to love - no, I won't say that, because I know how I should be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, I know, I've heard you say before, that we have sometimes a communication breakdown. Up till now it seems, that you find that you can't speak your mind, because you worry that I may start to think too much, and think into unrelated areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why you feel that we still cannot be frank with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I have always been ready to be frank with you, always been open and honest with you. And because I know my immature side, I hesitate sometimes to say what I am thining at the moment. When I say I'm thinking about something yet I don't say it when we're on the phone, its not that I can't be frank with you darling. Its really that I don't want my immature side to be acting up. Thats what really keeps me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it is. Its time that I grew up, and so, I shouldn't be thinking about stuff in a immature sense. And so I shouldn't have things to hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking for you to forgive me, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking for you to say "Oh, I understand" after reading all this, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking for you to be worried that what you say will hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being open and frank in a relationship is what we really want. Darling, I say this, and I truly mean it, that all I want is for us to be open and true with each other. I will tell you words that are straight from my heart from now on - I promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will not be what I had been before - and I will show you. Dear, believe in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, if you have anything in your heart or on your mind, I promise you, I will not be the kid I was before. I don't want to continue having you, dear, to only worry whether I will think too much, or will be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to be happy dear, and I also want you to be happy. I truly mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you dear. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-4647672002101383519?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4647672002101383519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4647672002101383519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-dar-dar.html' title='To: Dar Dar: 悔过书'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-5351698627556476113</id><published>2007-03-30T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:23:15.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough cough*</title><content type='html'>I think i'm a little sicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a blocked nose that keeps coming back, the cough's gotten a little worse, and a slight headache that intensifies everytime I get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy day, plus disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best remedies for illness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-5351698627556476113?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5351698627556476113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5351698627556476113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/03/cough-cough.html' title='*cough cough*'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116366841696897763</id><published>2007-03-29T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:49:57.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Dar Dar 29/3/2007</title><content type='html'>Dear Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be said, I've been feeling ill since I told you I had sore throat yesterday morning. The throat's better, but I've been feeling quite dry in my mouth, and my nose is starting to act up as well, giving me flu in the middle of the night. On top of that, I actually feel quite heaty inside, sometimes drowsy. I haven't seen the doctor, but don't worry dear, I think I have it under control. I'm drinking plenty of water wor - wo you ting dar de hua de. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats not in control though, is my mood. Perhaps you felt it as well, since last night.   Its been going up and down, according to how I feel, sometimes going rather low at night. I haven't told you this, because I didn't want you to worry - but as it is, I know dar has been worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've had a bit going on in my mind, especially this morning. I don't know if it came out wrong, but I wasn't actually so bothered by what you had said last night in answer. I was really more worried about what I had said, about my not giving you a sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I worry is because... I had a girl say that to me before, that I wasn't giving her a sense of security. When I think about us, I feel like, sometimes, I'm not "being a man"; sometimes, I don't seem like the pillar of support I should be for you. Its hard to put this feeling into specific examples, its like - I'm feeling my own weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I said, I love you darling, and I will continue loving you the way I always had till forever; I meant it, and I meant that despite these negative feelings I have about myself, I won't let them come in the way. So what, even if I'm really weak? I shouldn't brood; I should overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, wo jue de wo shi ge da huai dan, da sha dan. Hao duan duan de, wo gan ma qu xiang zhe xie dong xi, gan ma qu bring them up? Zhen de bu dong, zuo shen me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I know you were worried. But because I didn't tell you all these... you had to guess. I know, because you asked if I was not happy, and guessed its because of things you do, or you didn't do. Like yesterday night, you thought I was not happy because you watched TV instead of chatting with me; you thought I was not happy because you chose to postpone our date to help your mom paint the door; and just now, all you wanted was for me to not be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know... I think I came across as I was scolding you, that I was unhappy with you. I'm sorry dear =X I never meant it to come out like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was very puzzled why you kept asking if I was not happy. But now I understand... Wo gan jue dao dar de guan xin he ai xin de... zhen de. =) *gan dong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering dear, the reason why I didn't tell you all this over MSN, SMS nor phone (I had wanted to try the phone) was because, I wouldn't have know where to begin, and how to say all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I love you, and you know, that though I tend to let my thoughts run wild, that though what I say sometimes don't sound right... You know that wo hen teng ni de ah. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dar dar fang xin, wo zhen de hui take care of myself de =) I promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Your Dearest Dearie&lt;br /&gt;Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116366841696897763?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116366841696897763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116366841696897763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-dar-dar-2932007.html' title='To: Dar Dar 29/3/2007'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-6906661908892729035</id><published>2007-03-29T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:47:07.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that so?</title><content type='html'>An excerpt from a Pri 5 comprehension passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beep! Beep! ... 2 boys trafficking and taking drugs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trafficking drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Taking drugs at the same time? What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location was at a void deck some more. Ok location aside, how do you traffick and take drugs at the same time? You'd probably end up not being able to tell 50 cents and $50 apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appeal for more sense and logic in comprehensions. Even if it were only Primary school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-6906661908892729035?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6906661908892729035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6906661908892729035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-that-so.html' title='Is that so?'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-26537979069750508</id><published>2007-03-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:22:24.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a Direction Arrow on my head</title><content type='html'>Was at Tanah Merah MRT Station today, wanted to take the train to Eunos. Walked to Boon Lay side, paused, checked to see the other said was "To Pasir Ris", and went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good beginnings don't always tide good followings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was later at Somerset, going into the MRT station itself, there's this old man who was infront of me. Looking at my phone and him being the nearest person going in the same direction as me, I just followed, and found he had difficulties going through the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. There was this big 'X' on the gate. Duh. And he still CHECKED, and tried tapping his card again. I felt like a big idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was going back to Pasir Ris, I thought I saw the train had already arrived, rushed in, surprised to find there were still seats, sat down happily, and it was till the door closed did I see the opposite side was "To Pasir Ris". Oh. Never mind i thought, I'll just let the train make a loop, I was kinda tired then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the train made its loop, and I hapily sat there with the impression its making a loop and going in the Pasir Ris direction - till I realised I just reached Dhoby Gaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-26537979069750508?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/26537979069750508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/26537979069750508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-need-direction-arrow-on-my-head.html' title='I need a Direction Arrow on my head'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-5611865045152429894</id><published>2007-03-27T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T16:43:26.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expiry Date?</title><content type='html'>Was just registering for Relief Teaching under the MOE website, and came across a column for entering NRIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an Issue Date, and Expiry Date column right below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and got my IC out, and keyed in the Issue Date, and seeing no Expiry Date, I just left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Error: Please key in Expiry Date in DDMMYYYY format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Went back in to get my IC. No expiry date what! Or is it common knowledge that an IC only lasts a number of years? Google that. No answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Error: Please key in Expiry Date in DDMMYYYY format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr! Ok fine, maybe I key in the same as Issue Date then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Error. Expiry Date cannot be the same as Issue Date. What the... went and called up MOE Helpdesk. "Oh, just leave both the Issue and Expiry Date columns blank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple more things in the form that were rather wierd. Another was Start Date and End Date under the 'O' Level Cert section. How do I remember when I took my O level paper in the DDMMYYYY format?! And the end date could not be altered, its set at 31.12.9999. Wierd... I just keyed in today's date in Start Date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-5611865045152429894?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5611865045152429894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5611865045152429894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/03/expiry-date.html' title='Expiry Date?'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-5041215966917535947</id><published>2007-03-26T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:00:47.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rge73zst1oI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XWxJfMNb96E/s1600-h/26-03-07_1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rge73zst1oI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XWxJfMNb96E/s320/26-03-07_1819.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046208474936891010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinks wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mom actually upset a bottle of self made wine. Made from glutinous rice and some red rice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugoi~ The glass bottle didn't shatter. It fell from the fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wanted to stop the dog from drinking, but since all that wine's going to waste, so my mom decided to let the dog drink its fill. And typical of a human (dogs resemble human habits in many ways), my dog vomitted after that. He drank about half that bottle. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-5041215966917535947?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5041215966917535947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5041215966917535947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-dog.html' title='My Dog...'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rge73zst1oI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XWxJfMNb96E/s72-c/26-03-07_1819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-4839451723570697713</id><published>2007-03-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:10:39.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Dar Dar 25/3/2007</title><content type='html'>Dear Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke, I try to write Qing Shu gei dar dar wor. =P Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning wake up open eyes, first thing jiu shi xiang ni le =P Hee! Dar ni zhi dao ma, qi shi every morning I wake up le, my first thought is you orh~ Still lying on the bed, wo jiu already texting dar dar le! Bleh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, swimming de shi hou, wo zai xiang, if one day ke yi gen dar yi qi you yong, na gai duo hao~ Bleh. Dar hai ji de that time 2.4 de shi hou, ni jiao wo imagine dar dar pao zai wo qian mian, so I will keep running mah? Hehe, wo swimming de shi hou you dao lei le, ye shi na me imagine de wor! Then jiu keep going~ Woo! Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ Today whole day at home, so boring wor~ =X Come back from swimming le, jue dao hao lei orh, jiu tang zai chuang shang - Xiang dar dar orh~ Hee. Suo yi nap de shi hou zuo meng, shui de hao tian! Blehs. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Hao la, jiu xie dao zhe'er xian lo~ Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Love you, dar dar~ Forever and ever, till... ever! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Your Dearest Darling, &lt;br /&gt;Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-4839451723570697713?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4839451723570697713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4839451723570697713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-dar-dar-2532007.html' title='To: Dar Dar 25/3/2007'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-1953183635750587681</id><published>2007-03-01T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:18:00.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm one one week self probation of technology. Ok, PC usage, rather.</title><content type='html'>It will end some time mid next week. I think, hopefully. And I'll update findings and self discoveries then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And darling, I really miss you a lot. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-1953183635750587681?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/1953183635750587681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/1953183635750587681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-one-one-week-self-probation-of.html' title='I&apos;m one one week self probation of technology. Ok, PC usage, rather.'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-5534408790625938490</id><published>2007-02-26T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:07:13.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change!</title><content type='html'>2 more days to final paper. Last paper, last exam I'll ever have in Temasek Polytechnic. Oos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about AG committee matters already. Well, like dear said, I gotta have some faith and trust in them too. And I cannot base everything off my own standards. Yep! So there, I've more or less settled on the presidential role. Li min's right, we should have a meeting right after exam week and decide and evaluate. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I changed my blog title, blog background, added 3 more items under the right column (now its 14 things to know about me instead of 11)~ DIY, credits to Adobe Photoshop. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint and Adobe Photoshop - my best buddies for graphic design XD Paint's faster in designing simple graphics - the little cuties on the left were designed 50% by Paint =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make a list of relevant Acts and Precedence and get 'em printed latest Wednesday. I'm lugging everything into the exam hall on Thursday. Haik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-read Sunday's papers again, and read therough the free parking article. Lol I just noticed how subtle the article was in bringing across the message. Bascially its talking about how motorists are exploiting the carpark system by slotting in thin cards along with their Cashcards when exiting the carparks, so that somehow the system misreads the card, and the whole parking is free. Sunday Times tested it out, and it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is when they asked the engineer at the company responsible fo rthe general design of the system. The guy said "No! Its impossible!" Then Sunday Times told them, well, we tried, and it DOES work. They the engineer said "Oh well then it depends on how the individual engineers write the software for the thing..." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carpark management are in the know, and they're trying to find cheap methods to solve the problem - because replacing the system, which is the only, and best way, they said, willc ost them more than the $300,000 they are losing every year to this. Doesn't make sense does it. Would you rather lose $300,000 every year, or would you rather pay a 1 time fee and stop losing money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the conclusion is, nobody is doing anything about it, and motorists are still free to exploit the system. Lol. Now that its in the papers, their loses are going up even more. For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like Wedding Videography's hot on the rise in the local media industry. Hmm. I always thought wedding videography as a small market... Haven't tried, and dunno how it really works... Hmm since my cousin's in the traade, maybe I can find out more from him. But no interest yet. As it is, I won't do things that I have no interest in. But, what the trend is nowadays is affluent couples hiring wedding videography companies to make a short action flick for them, with themselves starring in the movie. Lol thats fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's into some serious heat with the neighbour downstairs. Just today, she came home, and slammed the door and the gate shut. I turned and looked at her, but she wasn't angry or something. At least not with me. I don't understand. Then she told me, cos the woman downstairs slammed the door on her just now when she was going downstairs. The last time, the same wman complained against us for our water dripping down on her window when we water our plants in the balcony. *shrugs* I don't got no grudge against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doorbell system at home's gone cranky. Like seriously, it triggers sometimes when we switch on the light in the kitchen (its above the kitchen switch). And the dog, in the kitchen, just barks as if there really was someone at the door, pressing the doorbell. No matter how many times we spank him, he just does that. Lol. Instinct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zz woke up at around 11.30 this morning, and the air con was off. Mom said she turned it off, cos bills are high, I shouldn't sleep till this late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And few days back, I woke up early, she scolded me for waking up so early for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall use the fan instead then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta try to get a freelance or temp job. Getting bored at home, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-5534408790625938490?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5534408790625938490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5534408790625938490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/change.html' title='Change!'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-6617167188652742479</id><published>2007-02-25T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:44:46.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/Dance</title><content type='html'>Went out with the guys again today, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new, but over dinner at BK, we started to talk about our friends who tried to pull us into MLM. Shocking discovery: They mostly came from the Raffles Place stretch, all with the excuse of Lau Pa Sat. Lol. We all agreed, we're not the MLM kind of person. Singapore is just too small, and we just didn't like to put our own money into stuff like that. Not that its a scam, or its never gona succeed, but its just not our thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway, Fireworks started outside. Yes, right outside. Remembered, Chingay went to East too. Ahahaha. Not as grand as Countdown, and on camera it just looks like a ball of flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lye and lk started something really sick. They were sitting next to each other, lk was playing BLEACH on his PSP, and lye kept peeping over at lk in a most seductive way. LOL. As claimed by lk. Then lk started telling lye "EH stop looking at me you lecher", and lye started defending himself, but somehow ended up saying "I'm looking at your cleavage leh" LOL. Two perverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to sherb about AG and NS now. AG's a worry. I had it all planned out for the next committee, but the current situdation forces me to reconsider - from a more limited than ever human resource pool. No president in mind. A very real situation of AG being gone... AG's on the rocks, and its fate lies totally in the upcoming presidents' hands. This Olympic torch that's dying anytime is in my hands, and I have to pass it on. I would continue if I could, but situation doesn't allow. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais so unfocused today. Keeping thinking of you wor dar... hao xiang ni ah! &gt;.&lt; =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-6617167188652742479?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6617167188652742479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6617167188652742479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/dance.html' title='/Dance'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-5509787664306356608</id><published>2007-02-24T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:30:22.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yurgh..</title><content type='html'>Something seems to be wrong with my left ear. Yerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulcer still not healed. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling groggy just now in the evening. Dunno why. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut myself with prawn shell peeling prawn yesterday. Still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda low in mood too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-5509787664306356608?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5509787664306356608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/5509787664306356608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/yurgh.html' title='Yurgh..'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-7347565325188668124</id><published>2007-02-23T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:24:27.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 7:01pm</title><content type='html'>Went to Katong Shopping Centre this morning to buy exam papers for my sis. Had to wait half an hour for the person to photocopy. So I decided to take a walk around the shopping centre itself - but because it was too early, alot of the shops weren't open. Only the two BIGGEST "industry players" in there were - Photocopying, and Maid Agencies. The place is overflowing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which didn't interest me in the least. But at least I had dearie accompany me on the phone~ Xie xie dar dar &lt;3 =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmm I'm supposed to be hearing a song now, but some other mellow song is playing, and I don't know where's that coming from o.O None of my windows seem to be playing any songs...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something really interesting about all the maid agencies in there. Every single one of them uses local celebrity as product endorsement. Jack Neo. Li Nan Xing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one of the maid agencies, Jack Focus, had Jack Neo on its advertisement. JACK Focus. JACK Neo. What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw one more, with Li Nanxing, his mom, and their maid on the IPB maid agency advertisement. Naw, his mom and him look worlds apart. Then dear asked me, whether my mom and I looked alike. Well. Hmm. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around some more, and saw the popular put-your-hand-in demonic looking stone machine, where it tells your fortune supposedly. You know, that fierce looking white faced guy with his mouth open for you to put your hand in? It was hollering something when I walked past. Gah. He gives me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back up to the level with the photocopy shop. Shops rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rd7OwF5wk4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/r2mxK-5hGyY/s1600-h/23-02-07_1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rd7OwF5wk4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/r2mxK-5hGyY/s320/23-02-07_1111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034688759060272002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, thats one big cluster of them, each next to each other. Right... Competitive edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood opposite, and waited. Then this tourist lady comes up to me, and asks me where she can buy electronics. I was thinking, "Here? You're in the wrong place, lady". But there was this un-opened electronics behind. With another celeb endorsement on its ad. What is wrong with these people... So anyway, being a nice Singaporean, I told her, she could go to Courts (never heard of it, she says), Harvey Norman (har what? Harwey Normang? Orh). Tampines? (ya heard of it) Yea there's a Courts there. Or rather, you can go to Vivocity (Vi what? Wiwohity? Orh). (So what do I tell the taxi driver? Wiwohity? Ya. Thank you ah!)Yea, I feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and collected the papers, paying $55 in total. Yea, for Primary 5 exam papers. The shopkeeper asked me: You're a tuition teacher? Nope. Lol. My sister's supposed to do all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rd60T15wk2I/AAAAAAAAADw/8cLBOXERTxQ/s1600-h/23-02-07_1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rd60T15wk2I/AAAAAAAAADw/8cLBOXERTxQ/s320/23-02-07_1124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034659686426645346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rd60nl5wk3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Cuv0T63ssAc/s1600-h/23-02-07_1125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rd60nl5wk3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Cuv0T63ssAc/s320/23-02-07_1125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034660025729061746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll probably run away, the shopkeeper said. Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to upload a new song on my blog. Can't find a streaming one yet. Tch....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-7347565325188668124?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/7347565325188668124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/7347565325188668124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-701pm.html' title='Friday, 7:01pm'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rd7OwF5wk4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/r2mxK-5hGyY/s72-c/23-02-07_1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-4289088588158581450</id><published>2007-02-22T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:27:25.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>Dunno why, been feeling quite tired till evening. Lol. Then took a bath, and it was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a little stomach upset today. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up my guitar and decidd to try out a new rhythm - and by some amazing inspiration, I got what sounds like a light, lively mood Chinese song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to sit down and work out some lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already have it done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;狂想曲 Rhapsody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;词： 李崇伟&lt;br /&gt;曲： 李崇伟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你是三只小猪里&lt;br /&gt;最聪明可爱的小猪&lt;br /&gt;那我就是保护你的砖头小屋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你是白雪公主&lt;br /&gt;那我就是小矮人&lt;br /&gt;夜晚听着你对你的爱不再犹豫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a box of chocolates&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you'll get&lt;br /&gt;能遇到你，不是偶然&lt;br /&gt;缘分安排，不再孤单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life was a walnut&lt;br /&gt;Then having someone to love&lt;br /&gt;is like a&lt;br /&gt;honey-coated walnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If fairy tales were to&lt;br /&gt;Come true, you would be my&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Godmother&lt;br /&gt;and me the wand in your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生命就像一盒巧克力&lt;br /&gt;没有人可以预知未来&lt;br /&gt;For us to fall in love is a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;The reason I smile, its all because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的生命犹如核桃&lt;br /&gt;内柔外刚，带一点苦&lt;br /&gt;但有了你，爱上了你&lt;br /&gt;就像蜜糖核桃，甜蜜中忘却了自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果童话，一天成真&lt;br /&gt;你是我的，精灵天使&lt;br /&gt;我是你手中的魔术棒&lt;br /&gt;我们一起创造了奇迹，创造了未来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你我的爱，给我灵感，写完了这首歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Yup, romance again. Just came to mind. Went away from emo, gearing towards a lighter and cuter side. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, you inspire me wor! Keke! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling take care orh~ Sheng bing le, yao smile more, hao kuai yi dian! =D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-4289088588158581450?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4289088588158581450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4289088588158581450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/lol.html' title='Rhapsody'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-467938531421508414</id><published>2007-02-21T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:41:03.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Honeycomb Kitkat Inventor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear whoever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for thinking up of this great invention, the Honeycomb Kitkat. Thank you for inventing this, and it really keep my darling happy, whenever she eats it. She said she was going to spam you with thank yous, so I guess, this is a better way. &lt;/span&gt;(dar bu yao piak wo de pigu!! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't make it so sweet will ya? Its making some men jealous. Er hem, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rdxn815wk0I/AAAAAAAAADc/KfsJb2Ge5IQ/s1600-h/kk_hc_dp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rdxn815wk0I/AAAAAAAAADc/KfsJb2Ge5IQ/s320/kk_hc_dp.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012778452521794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-467938531421508414?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/467938531421508414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/467938531421508414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/letter-to-honeycomb-kitkat-inventor.html' title='Letter to Honeycomb Kitkat Inventor'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rdxn815wk0I/AAAAAAAAADc/KfsJb2Ge5IQ/s72-c/kk_hc_dp.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-1857210462743109817</id><published>2007-02-21T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:00:39.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop Fun!</title><content type='html'>Brb after tea. Yes, I eat Tea. Ok more like before dinner snack, since my dinner's at 9 or 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol my mom just called Close Passage as Problem Sums. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was checking through English for my sis, came across a close passage that was talking about second hand smoke. Here's an excerpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Second-hand smoke has TWICE as much nicotine and tar as the smoke that smoker inhale, as well as FIVE times the carbon monoxide, which decreases the amount of oxygen in our blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... like, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking in Recruit for temp jobs today, and found some typist work from home, do data entry from home, earning 500 - 2500 a month job in there. Wow. I like. So I went to their website to sign up. Ok, looks like Nigeria scam site. Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I called up JAC Recruitment, and went and signed up with Jobstreet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacking a passport photo on the resume. No digicam at home. Ok, phone camera. Plus Photoshop. Worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwUQF5wksI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BX6wopMvL3w/s1600-h/resume_photo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwUQF5wksI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BX6wopMvL3w/s320/resume_photo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033920750188270274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, white wall at home, no gel, grabbed a black shirt, and there I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I was having fun playing with Photoshop~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwXpV5wkxI/AAAAAAAAACk/iVk5-iyVaTU/s1600-h/bw_33_bp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwXpV5wkxI/AAAAAAAAACk/iVk5-iyVaTU/s320/bw_33_bp.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033924482514850578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwViF5wktI/AAAAAAAAACE/D4Hv4vahUMY/s1600-h/ijudge_dp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwViF5wktI/AAAAAAAAACE/D4Hv4vahUMY/s320/ijudge_dp.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033922158937543378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwX-V5wkyI/AAAAAAAAACs/nqAb7jXYi7E/s1600-h/imenu(1)_dp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwX-V5wkyI/AAAAAAAAACs/nqAb7jXYi7E/s320/imenu(1)_dp.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033924843292103458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwYDl5wkzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/v4fUWfYpGXY/s1600-h/imenu(cool)_dp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwYDl5wkzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/v4fUWfYpGXY/s320/imenu(cool)_dp.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033924933486416690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P Keke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ni zhen de hao ke ai neh. Bleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-1857210462743109817?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/1857210462743109817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/1857210462743109817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/brb-after-tea.html' title='Photoshop Fun!'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdwUQF5wksI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BX6wopMvL3w/s72-c/resume_photo.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-3377010427897299823</id><published>2007-02-20T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:49:39.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>大年初二</title><content type='html'>Just checked MSEA rankings. Poms' 119. Lol siao ei... he really went and did 24 hours 2x EXP on New Year. Not like I care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Apocalypto. Let me sum it up: Blood, Violence, Naked Men and Women. And the ending is just totally lame la. Lol. Christopher Columbus?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. Sometimes I really can't stand my mom la. She keeps digging up old stuff. Yes, I over indulged in games before, and made my studies suffer when I was in JC. Yes, yes I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats 3 years ago, mom! THREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing just fine in Poly, and I just finished my final semester, and she STILL keeping at "Hasn't games caused you enough troubles? Games are going to affect your studies!" Like HELLO, reality check please! =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just wanted me to read a newspaper article in Forum section of the chinese papers, talking about how teens are spending too much time on games and their handphones. So I read through it, and ya, so what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always saying things like I'm ADDICTED to gaming, that I need to get a job and earn fees for a psychiatric session/treatment. I'm just THAT close to using the F word at her sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag nag nag, talk about irrelevant stuff, thats all she does. Maybe she's worried, but its not like I just started my poly course, I already FINISHED it! Why are you still nagging about it? =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-3377010427897299823?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/3377010427897299823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/3377010427897299823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='大年初二'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-1104039599100702844</id><published>2007-02-19T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:20:13.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdmQc15wkqI/AAAAAAAAABk/8UeqPbtHKA8/s1600-h/18-02-07_2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdmQc15wkqI/AAAAAAAAABk/8UeqPbtHKA8/s320/18-02-07_2019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033212883743314594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen prawns THIS big! And juicy! XD Dear will definitely love this =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdmQ7V5wkrI/AAAAAAAAABs/KMAHtLOQrU8/s1600-h/18-02-07_2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdmQ7V5wkrI/AAAAAAAAABs/KMAHtLOQrU8/s320/18-02-07_2021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033213407729324722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in a real bit of mood low yesterday. Yea... One of those days, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I made you cry, dear. =X *big big hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt how deep our love was last night - and I was really very touched, and deeply moved. Than you dear, for being by me, being with me, and loving me all this while. You deserve the best - and I'm giving you my whole heart and soul, all my love, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darling, i want to say this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel your love. I really do. And its not just through affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its through your voice&lt;br /&gt;Its through your heart&lt;br /&gt;Its through your care and concern&lt;br /&gt;Its through your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its through your being with me through all the weals and woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo zhen de, zhen de, gan jue dao le dar dui wo de ai. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, wo ai ni~ &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-1104039599100702844?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/1104039599100702844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/1104039599100702844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/x.html' title='=X'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdmQc15wkqI/AAAAAAAAABk/8UeqPbtHKA8/s72-c/18-02-07_2019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-6890838791439207461</id><published>2007-02-18T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T13:52:50.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax~</title><content type='html'>Lol time goes by so slowly on CNY. Kinda cloudy, no wind... Feeling rather stuffy in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept till 11, 12 today.  Actually woke up at around 8, but didn't feel like I had enough sleep since I slept at around 4 yesterday. Dunno, just feel a little impassionate today, not really feeling CNY. Come to think of it, I don't think I ever really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about life after CNY. 1 week to the last exam I would ever take in Temasek Polytechnic. Then... well I'd like to relax, but I think my folks won't let me, cos relaxing's about Game + Youtube + MSN for me. So I think I need to get a job or something. But for how long I have no idea, I can only speculate when I get enlisted. Furthermore, getting a job means having something concrete to do everyday, I don't feel like I'm wasting away. Or kinda. Looked up Recruit in yesterday's papers. Tuition... Really hard to get a job in there. Prob need to call up again. Other areas... IT, Communications... Well, no part time actually. Admin work, Sales doesn't really suit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could look in Vitric or ask Mr Pok to see if there's any freelance video production and editing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also offered to tutor moon weekly on her English. Cos she's probably going to SIM, but doesn't really believe in her linguistics. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks discussing whether to go my grandma's place, or to my cousin's place today. Don't actually feel like going out much today... At least if they're going grandma's, I can go later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working on a song since yesterday night. Yes, love song again - dedicated to my dear. =P Almost done with it, just wanna work out some details on the tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics, dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想对你说&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my dearie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;词：李崇伟&lt;br /&gt;曲：李崇伟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不论望着天花板，坐在电脑银幕前&lt;br /&gt;想起你，心里总是一种简单的感觉&lt;br /&gt;无可否认，就是对你，对你的爱&lt;br /&gt;让我的每一天，除了欢喜，就是笑容&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每当休息，the first person to come to mind&lt;br /&gt;Is you darling, you fill my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;收到你的简讯，手机出现你的名字&lt;br /&gt;在心里的甜还有快感，说不出来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的声音，是我每夜的lullaby&lt;br /&gt;有你的爱，才有我~的存在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只想牵你的手，说I Love You&lt;br /&gt;感觉你我的心，轻轻的颤抖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在彼此的怀抱，爱的温暖环绕&lt;br /&gt;心中相偎相依，不分离紧紧抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此刻开始，作为最美丽的旅途&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;打从心底对你的爱意，是那么那么的深&lt;br /&gt;早晨到日落，想你Miss You是每时每刻&lt;br /&gt;你微笑的样子是我每夜的甜梦&lt;br /&gt;你的笑声，你的一切，让我一天比一天更爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的声音，是我每夜的lullaby&lt;br /&gt;有你的爱，才有我~的存在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只想牵你的手，说I Love You&lt;br /&gt;感觉你我的心，轻轻的颤抖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在彼此的怀抱，爱的温暖环绕&lt;br /&gt;心中相偎相依，不分离紧紧抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此刻开始，作为最美丽的旅途&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I wanna say, I Love You~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Mm, wo hen tu hor~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I could probably start working on songs of other genres... like inspirational. Something from my life journey. Something English, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-6890838791439207461?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6890838791439207461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/6890838791439207461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/relax.html' title='Relax~'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-1814875533268242938</id><published>2007-02-17T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:50:03.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Eve</title><content type='html'>Lol, still haven't had my reunion dinner yet. My stomach would like to make a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach: "... Grumble. Growl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes thank you Stomach for that speech. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn~ Just woke up from a nap~ Lol the guys were suggesting to watch the fireworks tonight, or go for the countdown. But after attending the CountDown? Nah, I'll pass. I'll stay home, be online, chat with my dearie, watch TV. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I'm checking my sis' Science homework for her Primary 5 work, and hell, my Bio's gotten THAT rusty already. Cells, Chloroplasts, Cytoplasms. Huh? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here's a nice question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what ways are bacteria important to us?&lt;br /&gt;A: Help in breaking down of dead plants and animals.&lt;br /&gt;B: Cause illnesses&lt;br /&gt;C: Help in production of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;D: Help in production of yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: HELP IN PRODUCTION OF YOGHURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know THAT was considered as important. Lol. Primary school science questions. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to catch a show with the guys today, but Lye as usual, told him meet 1230, call him all the way till 1pm, he no answer. Then 1.30pm he call back say he was napping, he didn't know we were serious about watching the show. Zzz. So the rest of us just went to game instead, since nothing nice was really on today, and the rates are so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was intending to watch Epic, but decided against it with recommendation from my dar dar =P If she says its bad, I believe her. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 u darling*~ *muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-1814875533268242938?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/1814875533268242938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/1814875533268242938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-eve.html' title='CNY Eve'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-3295283843196535206</id><published>2007-02-16T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:19:30.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16-02-2007</title><content type='html'>Last day of school!!! No more, no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, last day, still gotta feel that rush, that panic one last time. That rush to meet the deadline time (which was unnecessary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were joys, there were sadness in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, our ATV segment wouldn't have had to rush, but e had to come at 9.30 instead of 9, and wanted to add int his and that, but she didn't have them, till 10.20. We were supposed to have things ready by 10.30, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, she was having problem digitising the VoiceOvers. But still, she could have given me the graphics earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working from Newsedit room ATV10 machine, which loaded the graphics fine - but she wanted us to go over to ATV05 where SHE was working, cos "she felt uncomfotable la, later access the same workspace from 2 editing suites, got problem". =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, really got problem. After we went to her suite. We cannot load up the graphics properly, and we were already running over time. At the last minute, I told her, just forgo the graphics since they can't be used, just add in the transitions, add in the VOs. And up to the last minute, she was still saying things like "but cannot la, other segments got graphics la, ours don't have very funny" Then what you wanna do? Put in a graphics that is a total disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original graphic was a subtitle kind of graphic, but now somehow, its become a whitish patch all over the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still wanted to "give it a few more tries" with the graphics though it was hopeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHe was plainly forgetting, or rather ignoring the fact that we still need to dump the video back to tape (meaning to export/record the completed video piece back into tape for viewing), and that dumnping is REAL TIME. Thats 4 mins. And she also forgot, that dumping is the easiest to have problems, and take up a whole lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, finally when she was convinced (maybe idiots have slower thinking capabilities, she took way longer to be convinced to just give up on the graphics.), we had problems dumping. We tried a few times, then restarted, then it worked. ANd found out one effect was misplaced, and had to re-dump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ms Chee was getting really flustered by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, presentation. Well... its plain to see, there were BIG problems with other segments. Audio was one such problem (our segment was still quite ok). Kelly's had their talents technically mumbling to themselves, couldn't hear what they were saying. Owen/Adeline's portion had too much background noise. And Kit's had some wierd background humming noise which almost covered the talent's voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look itself was quite raw too. But maybe that could be fixed during compiling... but in presenting to the client. Well, that was not even impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other group's first segment was quite good. But the rest of the segments... the voicing was soft, kinda gets boring after a while (because it was just soothing music, visuals, and a monotonous voice), and the Botanical Gardens section was just... Blair Witch Project. Not much footage, so they took the part where they were filimg while walking, and speeded that portion up, so it just looked like really jerky camera movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clients gave rather kinds comments, and suggested areas for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ms Chee was just totally dissapointed and crossed. She said "its sorry and sad to end on such a low note." And when I stayed back abit to really tell her how much we appreciate, I appreciate her teaching us, she said "Nah I don't want to hear that". Then she said "But ya, thanks joel". So I told her "Aiya Ms Chee, whats happened already happened la." Then she just smiled. Haha. Well, its true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LiME team made a preliminary selection of the commercials we submitted, and our group's got in the top 6 which will be put up on the LiME website late March for public voting!!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iM-BO5H6rII"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iM-BO5H6rII" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is again. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, showed my aunt my LiME commercial and my Singlecam short film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol all she said was "spoof up/ low budget production/ *shake head*". Well... can't be helped. It IS a low budget production after all. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-3295283843196535206?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/3295283843196535206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/3295283843196535206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/16-02-2007.html' title='16-02-2007'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-3380758658243784233</id><published>2007-02-15T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:19:28.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd last day of school~</title><content type='html'>Yay! After tomorrow, jiu free le! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke today law presentation. Every group had a unique way to present! Got skit, got gameshow, got video. Bu kui shi CMM students! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdRW3V5wkmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YSD5XLMhHSU/s1600-h/15-02-07_1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdRW3V5wkmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YSD5XLMhHSU/s320/15-02-07_1127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031742192451883618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar dar ni kan ni de ai ai, shi bu shi hen shuai neh? =PpP Kekeke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ Been a long time since I wear until so formal le. Even wearing it walking around I also suddenly feel so important. Bleh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke, dar dar yao wo leave my hair longer - hao ah, wo shi shi kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdRXq15wknI/AAAAAAAAABE/nDQvplAkMM4/s1600-h/wallpaper_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdRXq15wknI/AAAAAAAAABE/nDQvplAkMM4/s320/wallpaper_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031743077215146610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh, liu chang yi dian jiu look lidat neh! =PpP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e's story gets to continue. Yes, even on the last week of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to, for our last news report story, to do on Structures and Sculptures in TP, and I already filmed and digitised half the footage, typed the whole script out nicely, but only that because we couldn't get any interviews with the authorities. But Mrs Raimi did say before, so long you script it in, you can absolve yourself from blame. Which I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Valentine's Day. Evening, I was with my baby darling~ And she sudenly called. I was like, wth? Then she messaged, and said she's changing our story to some Chinese culture thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, its due at 5pm. She messaged me, at 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, she still pushed for her that story to be used. So I asked her, whats the progress on our original story? Because, since yesterday, she was supposed to get down to finishing up the story... she said, 50%. Thats like, where I left off. SO technically, she spent the whole of the day doing her "new story". Which I told her, I'm not comfotable with it (in her style)! Because though she's putting both our names down, I can't contribute much to it! I've already got my plans down for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, I could think of what changes could be made to the script... Which I told her right there. Wasn't much, but I made her 4 pages, (looks like 5 mins), footage lacking &lt;br /&gt;(to explain this point: Her story was on more and more foreigners these day picking up Chinese. Which in itself can be an interesting news article, but might not work as a news report - because in terms of visuals to show, nothing interesting, nothing substantial can be shown)&lt;br /&gt;script into what looks like could work, for a 3 mins news report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she went ahead, with her "amazing confidence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 5pm, the absolute dateline, she called to say that what she has now can only fill 1 minute 10 seconds or so. but at least looks like a news report. And, she's likely to be late, because at 5pm, she's still at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted in the end, but I'm pretty sure this'd be a flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't she have stuck with our original story in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling her, we should at least finish up our original story, so at least we have a backup. Because we were REALLY short of time. But she wouldn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even from third party point of view, Owen also said what I was thinking - interviews? Its ok, doesn't really mtter already, time is the constraint. Plus, I've already scripted to explain the absence of the interviews. At least that package WORKS, and is 3 mins, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last assignment, at the last minute, and she has to play jokes like that. Its not like we haven't done news reports before, its always 1 - 2 hours for filming, 1 hour digitising, 1 hour editing, even at my pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were still discussing at 2pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which only gives her 2 1/2 hours to get her new story up. Which still wasn't really concrete at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking such a gamble at the last assignment, last minute. WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-3380758658243784233?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/3380758658243784233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/3380758658243784233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/2nd-last-day-of-school.html' title='2nd last day of school~'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdRW3V5wkmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YSD5XLMhHSU/s72-c/15-02-07_1127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-3762109183909645890</id><published>2007-02-14T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:15:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day~ is every day!</title><content type='html'>Everyday is Valentine's~ Keke, dar dar shuo de dui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls don't actually need their boyfriends to make Valentine's Day very special, it can just be a normal date. After all, its the love that counts ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke, went cycling with dar dar today~ Mm! We are quite unique to go cycling together on Valentine's Day! =P But today's cycling and beach walk is one I will always remember, because I spent the time with my darling~ :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, we wrote "Peishi &lt;3 Joel" on the sand neh! =Pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdMZV15wklI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oh1g98svkIY/s1600-h/14-02-07_1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdMZV15wklI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oh1g98svkIY/s320/14-02-07_1714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031393071740260946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandcastle at East Coast - so nice can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke at first we went to BK for dinner, budden like, we just walked and walked out through the other end. The door said "PULL. Well you can push it too, but the hinge's a little stubborn." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate works in wonderful and mysterious ways. A lost ring. To be found, and provided the chance for an unforgettable proposal of marriage. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee dar dar, hope you like the flowers, marshmallows, and the folded hearts orh! =D I want to spend many, many Valentine's Day with you in time to come - 我会一天比一天的更爱你！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们在一起的每一天，都充满了爱；&lt;br /&gt;有你在我身边，我对每一天的到来只有期待！=PpP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove, 除了爱你，还是爱你~ *muacks!* &lt;3 &lt;33 &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3..........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3..&lt;3&lt;3................&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.....&lt;3&lt;3................&lt;3&lt;3.....&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3..&lt;3&lt;3................&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;3&lt;3..&lt;3&lt;3......................&lt;3&lt;3..&lt;3&lt;3..................&lt;3&lt;3................&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/3762109183909645890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/3762109183909645890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-is-every-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day~ is every day!'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/RdMZV15wklI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oh1g98svkIY/s72-c/14-02-07_1714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-3895696082072486224</id><published>2007-02-10T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:05:26.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Judge is me</title><content type='html'>Went to film a short clip for Law Group Presentation today at kelly's house. I was to act as judge - but the costume shop was out of white judge wigs - they asked me if i wanted a curly, bronze colored hair one. o.O Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robe is one heavy thing. Really. Judges lug that around. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rc3RJ15wkiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0cXMm7Ihhrg/s1600-h/10-02-07_1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rc3RJ15wkiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0cXMm7Ihhrg/s320/10-02-07_1627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029906325861077538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thats rae's fingers in the picture. Ooh, ain't I serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And since we don't have the wig actually, and my hair still needs to look whitish, PLENTY of Talcum Powder was used. Really, plenty. It looked like SNOWING really. I saw myself... 50, 60 years from now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rc3TcF5wkjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Pko67T3BO6w/s1600-h/10-02-07_1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rc3TcF5wkjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Pko67T3BO6w/s320/10-02-07_1639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029908838416945714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the WHITE? I am old~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kelly's dog was a ball of fun. Lol. Name's Honey, and first thing she sees me she jumps me. Like my dog. But she's big, so when she "boxes" me (she's really playful), I feel it. Lol. Likes coming to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to dinner~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-3895696082072486224?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/3895696082072486224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/3895696082072486224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/judge-is-me.html' title='A Judge is me'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_pnHbJVHdRBM/Rc3RJ15wkiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0cXMm7Ihhrg/s72-c/10-02-07_1627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-4676754062790897061</id><published>2007-02-09T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:30:27.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy~</title><content type='html'>Keke, went with dar to Marina South steamboat today. Nice nice! But no scallops today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee! The best thing were the prawns le la. The rest... aiyo our  fire keep extinguishing nor! Had to keep calling the  guy... Cook things very long at first! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shells ah... at first cook, not  cooked well - then later, become overcooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forgot to wash the shellfish before we put it in the soup! Then the veggies had a taste of the ocean. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke,  I even discovered a new way to cook the prawns neh! So they don't curl up.  Then I kept cooking, so fun. Cook until dar dar tell me to sit down and eat. =Pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIe xie dar dar peel the prawns for me to eat~ Keke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hao hao wan orh~ Only got the 2 of us, budden chi de hen kai xin. Hee! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-4676754062790897061?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4676754062790897061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/4676754062790897061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/yummy.html' title='Yummy~'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-117075177005757252</id><published>2007-02-06T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:46:38.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Like A Boat [BLEACH Ending Theme] / 心.话.</title><content type='html'>There are some times... where music best expresses what one want to say, what one's heart wants to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brackets are the actual lyrics, and the chinese, my edited lyrics. Working on singing it and playing it on the guitar still... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope that some day, I will be able to sing it, and play it for you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nobody knows who I really am)&lt;br /&gt;还记得我，曾经孤独过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I never felt this empty before)&lt;br /&gt;所有的感觉，都很空虚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And if I ever need someone to come along)&lt;br /&gt;漫无目的，不知方向，的找寻着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong)&lt;br /&gt;像童话般的，你就出现了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We are all rowing the boat of fate)&lt;br /&gt;如白雪公主，如睡美人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The waves keep on comin' and we can't escape)&lt;br /&gt;你在我心里，奇迹般，靠近我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But if we ever get lost on our way)&lt;br /&gt;我相信了，我放下了包袱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The waves would guide you thru another day)&lt;br /&gt;是你教我如何真正去爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tookude iki wo shiteru toumei ni nattamitai)&lt;br /&gt;我是保护你的黑马王子        我要做你的守护神&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kurayami ni omoe takedo mekaku shisarete tadake)&lt;br /&gt;就在你身旁，握紧你的手         永远不放手，oh no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inori wo sasagete atarashii hi wo matsu)&lt;br /&gt;靠近你的心房，进入你的世界，与你分享&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Azayaka ni hikaru umi sono hate made)&lt;br /&gt;你是我的唯一，你是我的最爱，thats the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nobody knows who I really am)&lt;br /&gt;说我不了解你的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe they just don't give a damn)&lt;br /&gt;还有多少次我让你伤心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But if I ever need someone to come along)&lt;br /&gt;害怕失去你，爱你用错了方式&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know you would follow me, and keep me strong)&lt;br /&gt;爱你太过急，太担心，想太多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hito no kokoro wa utsuri yuku nukedashita kunaru)&lt;br /&gt;情不自禁地，渐渐，默默地         每个夜晚里，暗暗的哭泣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tsuki wa mata atarashii shuuki de fune wo tsureteku)&lt;br /&gt;爱情的酸甜苦辣，波浪起伏         真的爱你，爱得好深&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And every time I see your face,)&lt;br /&gt;牵着你的手的感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The oceans heave up to my heart)&lt;br /&gt;有一种特殊的温暖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You make me wanna strain at the oars,)&lt;br /&gt;用我的双手，紧抱着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And soon I can see the shore)&lt;br /&gt;让我们两心合为一&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, I can see the shore)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 两心合为一&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When will I.... can see the shore?)&lt;br /&gt;爱就是...共同频率&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I want you to know who I really am)&lt;br /&gt;让我们一起，写个故事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I never thought I'd feel this way towards you)&lt;br /&gt;写一个属于我们，美丽的神话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And if you ever need someone to come along)&lt;br /&gt;好久以前一个晚上不是开头&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will follow you, and keep you strong)&lt;br /&gt;happily ever after 是结尾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tabi wa mada tsudzuiteku odayakana hi mo)&lt;br /&gt;你是白纸，我是黑字     相偎相依，把故事写完&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tsuki wa mata atarashii shuuki de fune wo terashidasu)&lt;br /&gt;只要我们相信，一起走下去     等待我们的，是幸福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inori wo sasagete atarashii hi wo matsu)&lt;br /&gt;小猪，猪猪的二人世界，只有阳光，只有快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Azayaka ni hikaru umi sono hate made)&lt;br /&gt;用心感觉，用心想象，猪猪星球上，寻找幸福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And every time I see your face,)&lt;br /&gt;牵着你的手的感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The oceans heave up to my heart)&lt;br /&gt;有一种特殊的温暖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You make me wanna strain at the oars,)&lt;br /&gt;用我的双手，紧抱着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And soon I can see the shore)&lt;br /&gt;让我们二心合为一&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Unmei no fune wo kogi)&lt;br /&gt;风风雨雨，大风大浪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nami wa tsugi kara tsugi e to)&lt;br /&gt;在世界两端，冰冷地，寂寞地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Watashitachi wo osou kedo)&lt;br /&gt;每次分开，心中空虚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sore mo suteki na tabi ne)&lt;br /&gt;眼眶的泪，凝结成霜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dore mo suteki na tabi ne)&lt;br /&gt;爱的温暖，充满心房&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to sing along to the song itself... which should be playing on my blog... the lyrics fit perfectly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, dear. With all my heart. &lt;3 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3..............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3...................&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.....&lt;3&lt;3.....&lt;3&lt;3.........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3..........&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.........&lt;3&lt;3.&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3........&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3...............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3...................&lt;3.......................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3..............................................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3..........................................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3......................................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.................................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3...........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3............................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.....................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3................&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3..............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3...................&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;3&lt;3.........&lt;3&lt;3...........................&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;3.....&lt;3.................................&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;3......................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-117075177005757252?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/117075177005757252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/117075177005757252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-like-boat-bleach-ending-theme.html' title='Life is Like A Boat [BLEACH Ending Theme] / 心.话.'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-117058864901084376</id><published>2007-02-04T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:30:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dar, jia you for your last paper! =) I'll always be here for you, no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-117058864901084376?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/117058864901084376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/117058864901084376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/02/dar-jia-you-for-your-last-paper-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-117012160312869778</id><published>2007-01-30T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:46:43.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken restrictions</title><content type='html'>Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happen to get the lot not of the average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake - my parents aren't bad as in negligent, I understand their want/concern - but abit overbearing ya. Especially at age 20 - 21 this July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer usage - Generally, after 12, 1 latest, when its lights out, its expected of me to go lights out too. Else, I get looks of disapproval, and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telephone usage - By far the only most restricting. Chatting on phone after lights out is... well actually, there's been improvements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handphone usage - I'm going over the amount free time my plan gives - also an issue because of the cost issue. Generally if the bill goes to $50+, I'd get a scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out - No longer an issue. Up to JC, it still was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing an instrument of interest - I started from violin, but since moved on to now guitar. To my mom, its still an instrument for "malays under void decks". And she sees my practising guitar as a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, these restrictions aren't physical restrictions. Not like, they'll tell me "or else". Whats most powerful about this is that these are psychological restrictions - being brought up in such an environment, it is not easy for me to break away from all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pure 3rd party view, which I did look at, it would be relatively simple to break away from this "mental prison".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could break away - but constant reminders to the existence of this "prison" - looks of disapproval, nags - actually trigger an inner reaction, so that I start to impose these "restrictions" on myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my parents' point of view, they don't want me to go grossly out of control in indulging - they want to make sure I know my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also from their point of view, as it is, I'm already 21. I shouldn't be treated like a kid - but they worry, which is why they will not totally not care about me letting go of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bottomline is, they have already granted me my freedom, my privacy (actually privacy was never an issue since primary school) - but they still see themselves as gatekeepers, as guardians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm truly worried about, is how this could have adverse effects on my social life, my romance life. After all, it isn't truly about confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced the full extent of being caught within myself last night. I technically waited till my folks were apprently asleep, wired the house phone in the living room to my room, but the wire was purely visible. I was halfway on the phone, and my mom suddenly came out to dry her hair. The worry I felt - being trapped between myself, and my desire to be free. I was truly afraid that my mom would come in and find me on the phone. Or more importanly, find the phone in my room, when its not supposed to be. And the fact that I secretly wired the phone to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is fear at work. Fear of consequences surfacing from my childhood. Fear of what happen(ed) if I break out of the mental prison. I don't want to seem rebellious. Not intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is, I can't break free. I don't know how. The prison is INSIDE of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-117012160312869778?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/117012160312869778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/117012160312869778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/unspoken-restrictions.html' title='Unspoken restrictions'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116990539374793416</id><published>2007-01-27T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:43:13.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday</title><content type='html'>Lets all observe one minute of silence for a great number of casualties this evening. In order of alphabet, Allen, April, ... Yvonne, and Zach. These were my BRAIN CELLS that died this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sms-ing and failed to notice the metal pole jutting out at the playground, and walked right smack into it. GONG!! I could have sworn there was echo. Like I just struck the big bell at the temple or something. Whoooa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a swollen "ba lu ku" on the right of my forehead. Grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Altered" today. TOTAL WASTE OF TIME. There is NO story at all, it was all about gore and stomach wrenching stuff, and sitting there was a waste of time. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lk was saying, next time we should make a film about humans invading the alien planet, and doing sick shit to them like many of the Alien movies we see, that they do to humans. Lol. Then we suddenly talked about football match, and we recalled about Singapore vs Laos, 11 - 0. Then lk suggested that they should have done this formation: 0-0-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, everyone's a defender, and they all start with the freekick position. So they're not aiming to score you see, they just want a draw. However, in the occasion one of them DOES get the ball, then the 10 others will form a human ring around him and run with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity!~ Hahhaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116990539374793416?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116990539374793416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116990539374793416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/saturday.html' title='A Saturday'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116982701887649980</id><published>2007-01-26T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:56:58.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane and Mysterio Lane</title><content type='html'>The world's a hell of a small place! Was checking my friendster recently, and saw Derrick had added me. I thought, didn't the AG Derrick already add me? Took a look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh its THAT Derrick from my sec school! My long lost bro. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;And the link, I was linked to Derrick through Janelle on friendster. Yes Jan, I didn't know you know Derrick! Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember him as the suave guy in my sec school clique. There was me, him, Kiwi, and Chi Wang. 4 Musketeers? Ah. Chi Wang was the tall, big guy, who was good at his gaming but poor in his studies. Kiwi was the typical beach boy, tanned, in boys Brigade, not very outspoken. Derrick and I were the lean ones, he's in NCC, I was in Harmonica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had admired Derrick for the way he could carry himself~ Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this next section has no link whatsoever to the last section of this entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedok sees quite a number mentally impaired wanderers. Like, they are there all the time, and you don't quite know where they're headed (but why would you wanna know anyway?), but you do know they are probably harmless. Except for the occasinal verbal threat, a touch on your shoulder which cannot be reasonably, safely assessed a gesture of friendlyness (its rather hard to say you know) - they are basically, quite ok to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FBI/Warrior wannabe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears a cap, shorts, undershirt, and a shirt to act as some overcoat of sorts, and goes around in slippers. He spots a moustache (not a 5 o' clock kind, a REAL one) and a goatee, and always wears a police tag round his neck, carrying with him a toy pistol, and a toy sword. Sometimes a toy bow. He's in his 20s I think, and loves nothing more than role playing, and playing with children who will play with him. Speaks normally, but as I've heard that one time, when a lady was asking him why he didn't go to school, he doesn't know. he just shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle with a Beer Tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wears a white singlet, a big tummy, and blue pants. Ambles around mostly in the Blk 85 market in the mornings and afternoons, often speaks softly, and will sit down at the same table as you to try strike up a conversation with you. Has a knack to also stop you to ask the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Celebrity. Always has a heavy funky smell, combs his hair back in a neat slick style, wears big frame glasses, tall, tanned, lanky, wear shirt and pants (color of clothes do change), and is REALLY strong. He does one armed pull ups. Serious. Oh, and the things he says. The things he does. Oh my man. Yes he used to reside in Anglican High till they had to renovate and blast his residence (all of one storeroom) to smithereens. Rumor has it that he's personal friends with Mr Moo, one of the principals then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiet malay uncle who loves to jog around barefooted. Does talk to random people at times, but most of the time, he just oogles at girls. Really, he just stops jogging and stares~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Funky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor uncle, has a disorder in his bowels. Cannot control his dicretion. Family locks him out when they go to work. Carries a cane, just ambles around and sits there. And he likes to sit near shops. Finally, some volunteers adopted him, cleaned him up, and before long, he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the names but. You know. Yeah. Old, petite lady. Always wears her pink pyjamas, folded up. Also goes around barefoot. A little deformed in her toes and fingers. Talks to people if they look long enough at her, if she feels like she wants to. Will get random donations from people, buys stuff, and drops them somewhere, and walks off. People returns to her, she drops them off somewhere else. She even throws 50 dollar bills on the floor. Kids in the area tend to like to follow her to see if she drops money. Will occasionally talk to you out of a sudden, especially if you make loud noises, and put her hand on your shoulder. I ever once caught her peeing in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And various others too, but I don't see them around much any more. There's the aunty also who looks like she's going to move house, but never gets down to it, and BOY, she totally gives you, or thin air a dressing down when she's in one of her moods. Lol. Mostly appears at the Bedok Bus Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting people who spice up life. Misfortunate yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116982701887649980?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116982701887649980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116982701887649980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/memory-lane-and-mysterio-lane.html' title='Memory Lane and Mysterio Lane'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116961731749590855</id><published>2007-01-24T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:37:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wut lol</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of ridiculous claims?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3649/953/1600/412342/23-01-07_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3649/953/320/110319/23-01-07_2310.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is just senseless. REAL CASHEWS. I mean like, who's THAT cheapskate to use fake ones?! Cashews are THAT expensive? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was taking the taxi yesterday, and met this chatty taxi driver. He was teling me about the "perks" of working night shift-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once he picked up an uncle and 2 aunties. After sending the two home, the uncle came to sit on the seat beside the driver. Then he leaned over and asked "Do you like men?" The driver said, because he didn't want to go aginst his earnings, he had to force a smile and say "No not really". He was freaked out. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this other once, he picked up 2 guys. When they were getting off, the 2 guys did a French kiss in the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle went to wash his eyes with holy clensing water after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, he wouldn't have believed such atrocities if he didn't see them personally. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling kinda low just now. Like kinda post some of my passion towards Broadcast. Towards filming. It'd be fair to say, since the start of the semester... because of that, that *thing*. I've never worked with such conditions, such a partner before - and THAT depresses alot out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear said I seem to be feeling low every morning recently.. that I've been saying things that are rather out of point kinda. Yea... Maybe, I've changed. Or things and circumstance has changed me. Lots happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is - I'm still going along. Because I know that I'm not alone, that I have my friends, and most importantly, my baby~ Because I know I'm loved, and that my baby is always there for me - I won't just give up. Deary, wo yi ding hui cheer up di! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all ending soon. Dar dar, ni shuo de dui! Wo xing de~ ;) Darling, xie xie ni yi zhi dou pei zai wo shen bian~ Wo ai ni, zhen de hao ai ni! &lt;33~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116961731749590855?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116961731749590855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116961731749590855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/wut-lol_116961731749590855.html' title='Wut lol'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116947848702546178</id><published>2007-01-22T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:40:02.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... and I love you so, darling~ / and I HATE you so, e.</title><content type='html'>Dear dear sheng bing le! =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, ni bu yao ku~ Yao xiang kai xing de shi qing, na bing jiu hui kuai dian hao qi lai le! =)) Deary, love you~ &lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao zhu rest well, get well soon, hao ma? =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with raimi today. She said I was too nice towards e. Which probably is true, I don't know. Firstly, I don't like to say nasty stuff or shout in front of people, cos its just not nice. Second, like my tendency to like to be soft, I tend to give in alot, even though e is a devil. (I already feel bad calling her a devil. Ah whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, me and her we have to work together for producing news packages every week. If we divide a news package's work load up, we will basically be looking at Script, Cameraperson, Reporter, Editor. 4 parts. For the last 3 packages we did (we had a compromise that we each do 3 (cos there's a total of 6 to be delivered, excluding a special at the end), alternatively), 1 was mine, 2 hers, 3 mine. Lets look at the ratio of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me : e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 4 : 0 &lt;br /&gt;[The Countdown. I told her I might be going with my date (ji de mah dar dar, na shi wo wen ni yao bu yao yi qi qu ah =DD), she said nah la work's more important than dates. Ok fine. On teh day itself? She says she's got her church's countdown,a nd can't help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for priorities eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea she contacted the relevant people and made arrangements, but talking of actual production, its a flat out 4 : 0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 3 : 1 &lt;br /&gt;[13th Basic Outdoor Adventure Training briefing. I did her camera. She was reporter. I wrote the script. I did the editing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to do, but she's SO SLOW with it, I don't know if its on purpose or not, and though we finished on Thursday, she had to send up the story to the NewsQ server (its a server we have to send up our edited news pieces to, so it can be used for the news bulletin) on Monday "because I couldn't send it up I don't know why". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really. Just press F2, click ok, and its sent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it every single time, and she struck lotto on that day? Wow.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 3.5 : 0.5 &lt;br /&gt;[TP Chinese Orchestra 'Melodies of Spring'. We split up, she took the tripod, me the camera on Friday. On Sunday, because we decided to do the story only pretty late, i could get complimentary tickets for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she came in early though, she could have stayed inside, for free. But hell no. She had some cell group thing or what. Ok, so she does all my camera work, and tries to get interviewees. She did TRY to get AN interviewee ya. But hey presto, after failing to get him, she met a friend, and started talking to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the interviewees, I got them. Wow THANKS e. You were a GREAT help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during the actual concert, firstly, she could have came EARLY and got in free. She didn't. Then, if she REALLY wanted to help me, she could have bbought a ticket. She didn't. On top of that? She throws me the tripod, so I had to lug everything home and back to school! Nice one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editing? She wanted to do the digitising (putting the video from your video cam to the computer as movie files is called digitising]. Normally, I do it, I take about 1 hour. She took like 1 hour to digitise only half? And when I came back (because when she went to digitise, I was doing voicing for the package), she started consulting me, and end up I digitise the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine. Assembly, edit, I do. Then she starts pick on this, pick on that, raise sound levels here and there, with no big effect at all seriously. Then she thought it'd be good to add in a Dissolve (basically its a fade out of film to film, where you see at the dissolve point, the 2 films kinda overlaps each other) between all interviews, and at the last part. I decided to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raimi's comment was: Its irritating.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy doing the digitising, editing, assembly, voicing - because basically I really love the satisfaction when it comes out good on the screen, and I can say, you know, thats my work, thats MY editing. So when I do all the editing, I don't hold a grudge against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mrs Raimi said, thats exactly the problem. When e says "joel can you do this" "joel can you do that" I never said no. Seriously. So it became that she's spolit, and thinks that I will do all the editing, its ok. And everytime we work on the script "together" (as she suggests and puts it) it mostly becomes me doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today the problem was, because we worked together to produce a news bulletin, we had to hand up all the necessary paperwork. First of all, she did all the paperwork, didn't have me involved nor informed. I was the Director of the studios, and I had to do the Director's Cue Sheet ON THAT MORNING. You know why? She EMAILED me the stuff on SUNDAY, late in the night. Watcha want me do, burn midnight oil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, the paperwork, I had to type out the Director's Cue Sheet of course. We had to get everything in by TODAY, and its a unsaid norm that the latest time to hand up would be 5pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached back in school at 5 to hand in the stuff, and e didn't have the brains to go hand in the stuff that was with her. And after that, she had the nerve to call me, and scold me for making her wait till 7 for me. Like HELLO, if I'm uncontactable, shouldn't you have the SENSE to go hand in to the teacher first nevertheless? Lost my temper and scolded her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So its always about how much YOU suffered ya? Its always about "oh YOU poor thing" ya?" I just slammed the phone on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how she slammed doors in my face today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, she gives me a black face. Fine. During presentation/comments on the news package, she saw I was going to talk about her abscence during the performance, and went to defend herself first. Oh yea, e's always in the right ya? Because e was unable to get into the concert hall. Aw~ YA RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd booked my NAPFA test date long ago, for tomorrow at 3. And she comes and tells me yesterday that she set an interview for our next news package at 2-3 tomorrow. When I tell her I have NAPFA? She says "go reschedule it" and stomped out, slamming doors after her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so now you're in the RIGHT again huh? Joel's always in the wrong ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat sh*t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't in the best of mood this morning. Like really low kinda~ But maybe its just the monday blues ya. Much better by midday. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的小猪/ 小兔子/ 达达/ 宝贝/ 小天使，下面这句话，只跟你一个人说！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.....&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.....&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3.........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;3&lt;3...&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3...........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3.........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;3&lt;3.....................&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3.........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;3&lt;3......................&lt;3&lt;3..............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3.........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3......................&lt;3&lt;3................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3.........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;3&lt;3......................&lt;3&lt;3..............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3.........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;3&lt;3.....................&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3...........................&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;3&lt;3..&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.............&lt;3&lt;3..............&lt;3......... &lt;br /&gt;........&lt;3&lt;3.....&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3..............&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3............&lt;3&lt;3............&lt;3&lt;3....... &lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3....................&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3...........&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke! *muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116947848702546178?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116947848702546178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116947848702546178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-i-love-you-so-darling-and-i-hate.html' title='... and I love you so, darling~ / and I HATE you so, e.'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116921830217943427</id><published>2007-01-19T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:51:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny day~</title><content type='html'>Keke, chatted with dar over the phone for an hour last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some guitar for her - not too well done, playing in the dark. Hehe! Think she couldn't really hear too, my phone's speaker isn't too good at catching sounds more than like, 10 cm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did "duet" on Lian Ai Ping Lv - Dar's voice so sweet! Keke! =Pp Hao xi huan ting dar chang ge!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh today no lesson at all. I didn't know! I cabbed to school to find no lesson. CABBED! Argh. I waited for the free lunch provisions to make up for that cab fare. o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol but Cat's mock wedding was quite cute. They had her a tiara with a sash, and flowers (from somewhere), and made her walk down the long flight of stairs to the stage area, like an aisle like that. I was supposed to play Qing Fei De Yi when she was coming down, but Production Crew didn't know. So I was scheduled to play after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband Roy faked running away at first - only to come out riding a bicycle with a seat behind, and a sign saying "Just Married" behind. In place of a car la. Keke. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were wedded unofficially on the spot, with mock wedding rings. Mm, I think Roy's younger than Cat. They had to do a slow mo as a "suffering" after they were "wedded" - slow mo of Roy running to kiss Cat. LOL. Roy had to also kneel, and propose to her. Quite sweet la the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Qing Fei De Yi came when Cat sat at the back of Roy's bicycle, and he ferried her around abit. So impromptu, my singer didn't catch her tune right at some places. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Open House performance was better than yesterday la. Esp the Chinese New Year song, the crowd was clapping along, and a few even cheered. Woot. Now I know why Cat said, we should pick fast, lively, loud pieces to perform for outdoors. Or else cannot hear, very boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3649/953/1600/737968/drawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3649/953/320/254653/drawn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke, darling de drawing hao hao kan! *muacks &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116921830217943427?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116921830217943427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116921830217943427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunny-day.html' title='Sunny day~'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116913317888526814</id><published>2007-01-18T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:15:04.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Daniel revisited</title><content type='html'>Daniel strikes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since his "Violin Boy! And... Guitar Girl!" - he was finsing me today ( I was sittingin a corner at the corridor outside) to pass me tabs. He couldn't see me, so he hollered. I hollered back. And when I told him I was sitting in a corner, he hollered "You poor thing! Come here, you sexy beast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Daniel. And his crankiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the toilet, the first thing Xi Yang said when he went in was "I can SEE you Joel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally gay-traumatised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo shi dar dar de Shu Xiong~ =Pp Keke! &lt;3 u darling~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116913317888526814?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116913317888526814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116913317888526814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-daniel-revisited.html' title='Its Daniel revisited'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116905309706466645</id><published>2007-01-18T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:00:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No rain!</title><content type='html'>Hee, went out with dar today. No rain! Lovely~ First time we saw stars together~ *starry starry!* =Pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar looks so kawaii in specs and her pink headband!! =DD Zhen de! But she wouldn't let my take a photo. =Pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found my "lost" earphones for my phone today. In my jeans! But the left side is totally spoilt. No sound. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped dar do 2 book reviews - lol I was typing "controversial books singapore" in Google. And hey presto! Got results. And book intro. Shiok! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Watched Pan's Labyrinth with dar~ Not bad la. Its not painful to watch. Script is ok, but the ending - you dunno what to make of it, whether to cry or feel happy. But they played up the villian very well. Everyone totally hated him. Not a bad show to catch if you have nothing else to catch for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my solo for Open House tmrw!!! Nervous* Hope I do ok! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, darling~ &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116905309706466645?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116905309706466645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116905309706466645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-rain.html' title='No rain!'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116891406597895953</id><published>2007-01-16T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T10:21:05.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol my lecturer just told us a ghost experience she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently (apparitionally? Never mind), Sir Stamford Raffles had a mistress, whom he dumped. Her grave is in Singapore (somewhere next to some apartments).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she was walking along that stretch in the afternoon, turned round to look into a roadside mirror, and saw this "black balloon" thing bobbing at the back of her head. But it was like, a biggish black head, and a inproportionate body. Rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was terrified - such that she dashed across the overhead bridge. She isn't the only one, everyone living in the area knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She subsequently felt that it followed her home, she woke up at 4am, and went to the Church, and got her place exorcised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116891406597895953?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116891406597895953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116891406597895953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/lol-my-lecturer-just-told-us-ghost.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116891197622060393</id><published>2007-01-16T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T09:46:16.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah. I'm pessi-mood-istic.</title><content type='html'>Was in a bad mood yesterday. Like, half depressed, half frustration. With what, out of what, no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I shouldn't talk about issue in the heart when I'm in such a mood - my erratic behavior just confuses me, annoys others, makes me paranoid, and THEN depresses a whole lot more out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, paranoia is so going to shave half my lifespan off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself: What do you want, Joel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring up issues, then tell myself they are trivia (which they are), tells others, bring up to others, amplify the emotions, and get the equation of internal conflict. Nice one, Joel. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop thinking so much, I need to stop my imagination running wild.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more firm. Especially on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I need to have more faith, and don't worry unnecessary, worry about wild things, speculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor darling - have to put up with all this nonsense in me. =/ Dar, ru guo mei you ni zai wo shen bian pei zhe wo, zi chi wo, wo zhen de bu zhi dao, zen me ban cai hao. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my darling alot. Alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116891197622060393?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116891197622060393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116891197622060393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/gah-im-pessi-mood-istic.html' title='Gah. I&apos;m pessi-mood-istic.'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116869716213242645</id><published>2007-01-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:06:02.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad~</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I fell like, I'm so - incapable. Like, loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like a lack of confidence, but sometimes, things I do. I dunno, it seems really loser to myself. Yesterday night, I intended to take dar out to Clarke Quay, I was planning to have a good walk around, look at the river - you know how lovely that can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining all through morning and afternoon, so I thought it wouldn't at night, it'd be nice and cool. My foot. It went right on and totally poured. On top of that? I didn't know which way was the correct way, I got myself and dar drenched for nothing the first time round. We finished walking Clarke Quay quite fast, went to Liang Court (I was IN Liang Court, and I was asking whats Liang Court lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was totally out of ideas where else to go. It was like, real early then. (truth to be said, I was a little panicky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Lau Pa Sat to eat dinner - my dar was drenched, hungry, AND thirsty. I was depressed. How could you, Joel?! Its supposed to be a DATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things lightened up during, and after dinner, thankfully! =) Quite a fair bit of walking. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Esplanade - omg we saw Abigail Chan. Like rly rly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear fell sick this morning. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the NTU talk at Suntec today. Took interest in Arts, Media Design, Communications Studies, and Humanities and Social Sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is like Design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd, an extended version of what I'm studying now, and I STILL cannot run from Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third - I fell totally asleep during the talk. Honest, I tried to pay attention, but it was just SO boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I must have some "destruction aura" around me. Arts Media and Design talk, first his Powerpoint was super slow and laggy, then his projector just went PIAK! and went up in smoke at the end. He said it was his "little exploding machine". Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see Law, but they don't have that talk. Hmm. Pretty undecided now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116869716213242645?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116869716213242645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116869716213242645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/sad.html' title='Sad~'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116852589944770225</id><published>2007-01-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:31:39.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain~</title><content type='html'>Hee waiting for my dar dar to online now. Keke. She's the highlight of my day, every night =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Toa Payoh Cummunity Centre to shoot their Adventure Club's briefing yesterday. Went until so late! The MRT station control master told me, when I asked for directions: Just go out, walk right, see fountain, its near there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out, walked right for like over 10 - 15 mins (considering my walking speed), before I saw the CC ACROSS the road - from the miserable dark little "fountain". =_= The event was okok la.. Not alot of people were there really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was 8 - 9.30, but plus all the dragging - I reached home around 11.30pm. Wanted to do law and finish up Script de.. But couldn't. Could only do Law this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Dar dar yest night feeling very high orh! Kekeke! =Pp So ke ai. Bleh! Love you loads~ &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116852589944770225?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116852589944770225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116852589944770225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-rain.html' title='Rain rain~'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116827534392968688</id><published>2007-01-09T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:55:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;You are The Sun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Happiness, Content, Joy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116827534392968688?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116827534392968688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116827534392968688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are-sun-happiness-content-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116818811697668782</id><published>2007-01-08T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:41:57.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog blog blog!</title><content type='html'>Decided to blog more often. Ah yes, MUCH more often. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my dear on saturday~ There was no rain! Yippee! Lol. We went to Esplanade, sat there. I was saying lets watch the sunset, but the buildigs were clocking so... Lol. We just sat there with each other.. But all the time inhaling second hand smoke. Yergh. Then we went to eat at Yoshinoya. Omg I didn't know they were like, the same price at Mac, and SO much better/filling please. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we just went to one of the side stairs in front of Marina Square, and just sat there in each other's arms~ Hehe! Some night, it was. Some night. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(poor darling's blister got worse =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to send her home - and JUST about caught the last train. Lol! Reached home at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, today, went no where. Stayed home and tabbed Liang Shan Bo Yu Zhu Li Ye. Ho yes. I didn't think I would really get down to it. Open House, here I come. WOo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads, darling &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116818811697668782?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116818811697668782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116818811697668782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-blog-blog.html' title='Blog blog blog!'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116723204711713976</id><published>2006-12-27T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:15:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Long Time</title><content type='html'>Hee went out with my dar yesterday. Thought I should blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the sky was pouring. Pouring and pouring. Made my dar so cold and wet. Hee.. At first we couldn't really recognise each other - so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we walked around in Orchard (I had to keep keeping umbrella, take it out, keep again XD), then walked down to PS, then decided we weren't hungry, and went to Cathay Cineplex and sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3649/953/1600/697796/Me%20and%20Dar%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3649/953/320/145454/Me%20and%20Dar%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not photogenic, I know! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to BK to eat - at some point in time, the food won't go down. Urgh. Hee, had her worried there for a moment - sorry dar~ =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so totally in love with her~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116723204711713976?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116723204711713976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116723204711713976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-long-time.html' title='In a Long Time'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116347209861819366</id><published>2006-11-14T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:41:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly said i looked spaced out. Am i all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria also said i looked stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Am I a little spaced out recently? Don't know really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116347209861819366?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116347209861819366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116347209861819366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/11/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116204330402768444</id><published>2006-10-28T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:48:24.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guild Outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol finally got Guild Outing today. After so long of discussion and planning.. Went to ECP. Dark was SO blur lor. We had 1 girl missing, and when we asked him, he said don't know. What the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol then the girls kept to themselves lei. But now online ask them they said they were waiting for us to go talk to them. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking - didn't know ECP was SO big. Lk and Ch didn't last till the end, then turned around halfway, but we were faster than them in the end. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Cumparsita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm trying to find the guitar score for it. So nice lor, the solo. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saw guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to peninsula plaza today to check out guitars. Did alot of walking around mostly,  helped lk to decide whether to buy a 70 bucks guitar with case, capo, and  dunno what. Obviously very bad lol. The guy admitted, its ok for a beginner. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch and lkwanna learn guitar basics from me. All right. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116204330402768444?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116204330402768444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116204330402768444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/guild-outing-lol-finally-got-guild.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116194305610576207</id><published>2006-10-27T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:38:47.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh sheesh I so hate sending texts to the wrong entries in my phone. Lol.. I knew I would mix up similiar names, I wasn't focusing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. (was going to say something here, but figured I don't want to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Our media Law lecturer - so funny. Lol.. but its right, he sounds really strict.  But he's got a good sense of humor, and he's professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. Back in the school mood. All right.. last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked whether Raffles Place still had the hello! shop. Didn't know, asked my mom. She said dunno, but can see your friend very idiotic - so old still wanna buy Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Hello Kitty have to do with hello! shop, mom?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116194305610576207?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116194305610576207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116194305610576207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-sheesh-i-so-hate-sending-texts-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116177735705673899</id><published>2006-10-25T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:55:57.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGICal Hands!</title><content type='html'>Thought my L7 spoilt yesterday. Couldn't power it on. And its not due to empty batt, the buttons should at least light up. Charged it the whole night, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought it to Century Square. Couldn't find the shop. Confirmed with mom again - she said she came 2 - 3 years ago. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PS instead. Waited like, 1 hour plus plus.  Meanwhile the lady in the Cashier counter was facing this rather worked up customer asking where his phone was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHen it was my turn, it was that lady again . Lol.  She took my phone, came in, and sat down at the worng counter. Said cos she's expected at too many counters at once. Haha.. She fixed it all right. She said she didn't find anything wrong, she only took out the batt and put it back in, and it could power on. Seriously.. I did that yesterday, but.. Oh well. Lol. My batt's bloated, so I got it changed. But i didn't charge it overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done, i told her "thanks for your magical hands!" Lol. SHe said, "oh no problem!" and smiled. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116177735705673899?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116177735705673899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116177735705673899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/magical-hands.html' title='MAGICal Hands!'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116116490260442648</id><published>2006-10-18T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:48:22.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger lurks around every corner..</title><content type='html'>My mom just received this Court Summon letter for her friend, who no longer lives in Singapore. It said something like her friend was being summoned to court to stand before trial on the offence of installing a broadcast TV receiver without licenses from MDA, with an offer of composition, $51.62. Her friend now lives in Hong Kong though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol the best part is, the offence date was in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?! 2 years later, you're still caught. Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116116490260442648?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116116490260442648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116116490260442648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/danger-lurks-around-every-corner.html' title='Danger lurks around every corner..'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116091186527869416</id><published>2006-10-15T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:31:05.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note</title><content type='html'>Mm, not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are some rather funny parts. As in, funny kinda funny. And funny kind of funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God of Death was so funny. Esp the part when Light said no apples for him, he was like, throwing a tantrum XD And he said in the end: Light, you are worse than a true God of Death. Total genius he was - he actually beat Ryoki at discovering that he was actually Kira. But the ending hinted of Episode 2. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of nervous moments when you think Light would be tricked by Ryoki to reveal he was Kira - but always, it was a nice twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice show ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116091186527869416?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116091186527869416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116091186527869416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/death-note.html' title='Death Note'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116073503594564911</id><published>2006-10-13T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:23:55.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AG Steamboat!</title><content type='html'>Ha, it was quite fun... reached home yesterday at around 12+. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to eat, chatted and laughed alot, drank some beer, everyone was high. And the ever-present danger of flying oil spurts from the  grill - lol! Dunno what they gave us for the grill - butter, but not like it. Cook a while, and the butter goes brown, black. Don't put enough butter on, you get charcoal pretty fast. Not healthy either way. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinwen came, but didn't eat. He sat around, then went to play House of the Dead 4 at the nearby arcade. Daniel was there super early.. We were waiting for people, then waiting for bus. Lol me xi yang and chee yuan were talking D2 all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel said he had to go when we reached, but he sat and ate anyway - lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/953/1600/12-10-06_2141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/953/320/12-10-06_2141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (the guys) were all laughing at this sign. SHerb said "thats what I cal CHEAP!" Lol... Then Chee Yuan said 12 dollars an adult, then what, 5 dollars a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turns out, on the other side, with was really, $5 Child. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it, we were actually referring to them selling Adults for $12 each, and Children for $5 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then somehow we started talking about tigers, circuses, and what nots. Haha... Cranky sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon just msged me this morning say she locked her blog with a password. Say to stop nonsense peopel from reading it. Lol! Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116073503594564911?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116073503594564911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116073503594564911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/ag-steamboat.html' title='AG Steamboat!'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116056985600171033</id><published>2006-10-11T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:30:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>哎呀！</title><content type='html'>晴天霹雳啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本以为，前景一片美好； 可天命弄人 - 突然的杀出一片红色天空来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;防不胜防。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;古人云：知己知彼，百战，而百胜也。知彼，还得是知得彻底。世事难料；可谓，天有不测风云，人有旦夕祸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;得了吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许也不算是祸；但却是一个打击。措手不及。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;简要说，打铁趁热。但何时打才较妥当？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此题，悬而未决。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉。问世间情为何物呀！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116056985600171033?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116056985600171033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116056985600171033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='哎呀！'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116044391334762115</id><published>2006-10-10T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:31:53.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah had AG meeting last night till quite late, 11 then reach home. So, had to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to work on Ting Ma Ma de Hua by Jay just now.. Apart from having to translate from Bass Clef to Treble, I was dropping it an octave - and, its still not easy to play. Trying to find the chords online now.. Lol saves time and trouble. But doesn't seem like anyone's gotten it out yet. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol daughter came so late yesterday... and stayed a while only. Told me she was going out with her mentee..  So Naz asked what I was going to do after they (naz and est) left? Go over? I said ya... Then daughter said you can stay here and play with yourself what! Lol!Sounds so wrong sia... Then she made those hand gestures... tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm AG outing on thursday has been changed from Sentosa outing to Steamboat at Marina South. Going dutch, around 12 per person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116044391334762115?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116044391334762115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116044391334762115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/wah-had-ag-meeting-last-night-till.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116030427120440067</id><published>2006-10-08T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:44:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Horror</title><content type='html'>Wanted to watch Miami Vice today, but when we went down to Cathay Orchard (thanks to jan for telling me where it was XD), we decided we wanted to watch Possessed instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another gender of horror, which impressed me.  Not a GREAT film, but nevertheless, ok. No special effects. And they place their objects of horror at the  visible part, not much of the BOO factor, but hey, it works! Their ghosty was human actor, mix in the flying effects used in Chinese kungfu films, and there you have it. Not a empty or lame storyline too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116030427120440067?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116030427120440067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116030427120440067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/thai-horror.html' title='Thai Horror'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116014751463152255</id><published>2006-10-06T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:11:54.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol funny sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was teaching lk guitar today under his block, then suddenly this 20+ year old svelte indian lady walks towards us and asks: "Hey you guys professional players?" Lol.  Were we that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, it came that  she lived nearby, had a buitar at home, and wanted to learn how to play it. Asked us to contact her the next time we come down (she knows I'm teaching lk). Lol and she was clearly impressed i was teaching guitar at suc a young age. Young meh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave us (me rather) her namecard, to contact her. Lk said "" You sure you wanna entertain her meh.." But what can I do? Chage spots and avoid her next time? Lol! Hiyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116014751463152255?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116014751463152255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116014751463152255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/lol-funny-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116011516018787023</id><published>2006-10-06T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:12:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱你一万年 / Love you, forever</title><content type='html'>Translated a song from Chinese to English. (Sherb's request) He put it in his subnick! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地球自转一次是一天 (9)&lt;br /&gt;那是代表多想你一天 (9)&lt;br /&gt;真善美的爱恋 (6)&lt;br /&gt;没有极限也没有缺陷 (9)&lt;br /&gt;地球公转一次是一年 (9)&lt;br /&gt;那是代表多爱你一年 (9)&lt;br /&gt;恒久的地平线 (6)&lt;br /&gt;和我的心永不改变 (9)&lt;br /&gt;爱你一万年 (5)&lt;br /&gt;爱你经得起考验 (7)&lt;br /&gt;飞越了时间的局限 (8)&lt;br /&gt;拉近了地域的平面 (8)&lt;br /&gt;紧紧的相连 (5)&lt;br /&gt;紧紧相连 (4)&lt;br /&gt;有了你的出现 (6)&lt;br /&gt;占据了一切我的视线 (9)&lt;br /&gt;我爱你一万年 (6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world turns round and it’s a day passed&lt;br /&gt;One more day has passed, thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Love’s truly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without limits, and without defects&lt;br /&gt;The world goes round, and it’s been a year&lt;br /&gt;One more year has passed, thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horizon goes on&lt;br /&gt;Like my heart, never wavering (-1)&lt;br /&gt;Love you, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you stands through trials&lt;br /&gt;Surpassing the limits of time&lt;br /&gt;Pulling close the distances (-1)&lt;br /&gt;Links us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close together&lt;br /&gt;You stepped into my life&lt;br /&gt;There is only you in my eyes (-1)&lt;br /&gt;I love you, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (x) indicate what I did. I counted the syllables, and matched. (-x) mean missing 1 syllable, but it still works out if you sing according to the song. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116011516018787023?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116011516018787023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116011516018787023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-you-forever.html' title='爱你一万年 / Love you, forever'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-116010374994651074</id><published>2006-10-06T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:02:30.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew. Decided to indulge in a daily morning exercise - Jogging to Bedok Stadium, then doing pull ups. Had to start, don't wanna spend 2 more months for pull ups. Dam tired. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey thanks moon for helping me print the score. Haha... Sorry I came so late, couldn't have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Est wanted me to help her take photo of AG yest again. Never tell me she carrying new bag &gt;_&lt; So went to ask her again. Heard black bag. We looked through (as in me, LiMin, ZhiWei) all the black bags, and didn't find any camera - then I looked at the most unlikely suspect - a black shayrer sling bag. Why I say unlikely? Cos my dad always carries Shayrer Black sling bags, I thought it belonged to one of the guys. And it turned out to be the correct bag. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ken was collecting funds, and I didn't tell him I was holding some of the handed up funds. So when Ken asked daughter, she glared at me. XD So I said "Ya, she handed up to me already. " Then she said "Punch you arh!" Lol! So violent lor. Sherman asked me: "Your daughter ah?" Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est asked me to show her my tabbed Cupid Love. And so I did.. Then Ken said "I show you my version, simpler", and he played. Aiya not much simpler what. Est looked at me and said "Lol look at Joel's face" F5. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving that time Ken was the last to come out mah. Est was in front of me. Saw that she like wanted to lock Ken in, so after I came out, i pushed the door inwards. But look back, in front of ken, there were a few other malay guys. Woops. Lol! Like father like daughter. So mean. =P Towards Ken only la. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tab I Dream and start working on Ting Ma Ma De Hua. Oh and Naz's Lemon Tree melody tabs. Hmm how did I forget that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-116010374994651074?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116010374994651074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/116010374994651074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115996459504699843</id><published>2006-10-04T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:23:15.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi!</title><content type='html'>Went for lunch with moon today at Sakae Sushi. She said no one to go lunch with and she wanna eat Amaebi sushi mah... since my lunch these days mostly is i go buy myself, might as well join her lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol she good eyesight nia... When I reached she said meet me at Checkout counter 6 the escalator - actually, either side also have escalator XD I was on the other side, she saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that naughty girl what she did XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/953/1600/04-10-06_1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/953/320/04-10-06_1347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol the plate moving ah not so clear. She go and put all the plastic covers on one of the moving plates.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate her Amaebi, took the Scallop, had Sashimi, fish roe, octopus, curry flavor chopped salmon (really la, salmon!), toufu skin, some peking duck wrapping sushi with prawn... So full! She thought I wasn't full - She ate much lesser than me lei. Haha... Then I was saying we take one, try one, not nice, we cover and put back. She said no la, better still, we put the plate back. Then they dunno we eat what. Lol! Crap sia. And she kept scalding herself puring hot water for her green tea. Tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then moon went back for work lo. I reached home around 2.35 lidat. Jan called me, said can we meet for tea? :O I was so full that time. Told her meet at 5 la. Lol. Yuan ding ji hua, dinner. Wha CAAS there the words they use ah... alot of jargon sia. Moon ask me the terms she dunno... Hoestly I haven't seem much of them before. Even Janelle (later I asked her) she also dunno. Lol... but I checked out the meaning. Good leh. I improve my Eng - Chi translation, moon says she improving her english. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jan at 5. Went to eat at a vegetarian restaurant, hmm not bad. Lol we talked alot; wha so long never meet up le. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to meet Jan, Est called me (one of the downsides to listening to music on phone, and using the headset to answer - I press answer le then realised I dunno who is it - but lucky I recognised from daughter's voice, lol! Unique voice mah =P), asked me for a quote about my experience in guitar. On the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said I sms you? She said, ok, now can? I was like, ok.. Lol pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm finished tabbing The Myth, corrected Lemon Tree, Guan Huai Fang Shi (Cupid Love - I agree moon, thats a bad name), Can't Help Falling in Love, Somewhere Out There. Woo! Will work on Ting Ma Ma De Hua by Jay Chou next probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115996459504699843?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115996459504699843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115996459504699843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/sushi.html' title='Sushi!'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115984606368093671</id><published>2006-10-03T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:27:43.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just read daughter's newest 2 entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be in a real bad mood. :O Chill, daughter! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115984606368093671?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115984606368093671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115984606368093671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-read-daughters-newest-2-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115984538869676400</id><published>2006-10-03T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:16:28.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"just go"</title><content type='html'>Couldn't blog yesterday. Too late. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther returned me $5 yesterday for the seaweed (which only cost around $1+), and for all the sushi I bought for her. Haha... really no need but...guessed it would make her feel better, so I just took it anyway. XD Cute la she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter! Always testing my sight reading. Not so good! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz dug up an I Dream tabs which I tabbed and put in my score book long ago, asked me to play it. So I like sang ya... I knew daughter was up to something (she was sitting beside me, fiddling with her phone) - stopped halfway, I saw both est and naz giggling away - they were recording me playing and SINGING! Omg! Said my voice is horrible on recording la. Listened to it, they said no, its really fine! Ok, so I sang again... and they started giggling away. Ah! Then finally naz said Ok I leave the room, and est insisted I do the whole song so... did it la. Lol! Haiyo. So embarassing. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it dawned on me yesterday. I always rememberd and had this impression that daughter lived in Sengkang. WHich was why I was very amazed that time she managed to come down for practise in half an hour. Then i compared that to her living a few storeys above Pinwen. Thats a discrepancy right there. Asked her... and OH so I was deluded all along, she lives just in Tampines. Chey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat at Prata. The whole place really just sells mainly Pratas, with a whole lot of funny styles. Banana, Ice Cream, what not on pratas. And for drinks, we saw Ice Milo Dinosaur, Ice Milo GODZILLA, and there was Black Spider and White Spider. Lol... And as expected, my Murtabak came after Bryan finished his Thosai(?), and went for a smoke. Naz, est, eileen and her bro was seated at the next table. Saw daughter trying to arm wrestle Eileen's bro with 2 hands some more. Lost! Lol... Haiyo... Daughter funny sia. Asked me if my Murtabak was nice. Through naz. Then she wanted to try or something. Also ask through naz. Like so shy to ask herself lidat... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 like that wanted to go off already. Both me and chee yuan knew we haven't paid for the food, but bryan, me and chee yuan were like daring each other to "just go". We did, and Bryan went in to check no one was coming after us. Lol we felt so bad la... But the waiter guy had a good memory, he rememberd, and came after us. Lol... Feeling bad, paid him 1 dollar extra. He say come back tomorrow, he return us. Lol nvm la... Scully go back get whacked. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought the girls didn't want to go off. Was reaching the food court near the outside road when daughter called. Lol at first couldn't see them... Dark mah! (she said I needed new specs. Bleh!) Then I did see a few figures runing about. Lol! I thought I left something behind or what... Oh they were just waving bye to me la.  XD So blur. Think I was distracted by the "just go" incident. Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol got a whole new bunch of songs to tab now. Better get started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115984538869676400?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115984538869676400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115984538869676400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-go.html' title='&quot;just go&quot;'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115969662366931325</id><published>2006-10-01T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:57:03.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Liar</title><content type='html'>Dunno why some people like to lie so much. I mean, sure, everyone of us lies sometimes, some more, some less; some with ill intents, some with good will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this guy - he simply LIES about everything possible. To the extent that, out of a hundred things he says, you can't trust over half of them; the rest are interxied with fact and fiction. Pretty irritating for his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't go out with your friends, or simply don't wish to because you're tired, just SAY so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't make it or don't wish to make it for a gathering, just SAY so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can force you if you can't or don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But make up lies, and your friends will surely grow irritated about you. It not that we want to be mean towards you. Its a cause and effect thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that time he said his grandparents were sick, and he couldn't come out. At that point of time, I said, don't curse your grandparents, but he said Really la, zzz. Ok fine. Then later he said no actually, I was grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, he said he would call wy down as well, and said wy was on the way. Told him we were meeting at the usual place, the void deck. On the way, called him, 1st call, didn't pick up. 2nd, 3rd calls, he switched off his phone. Waited for him there, then he called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? At Blk 85 is it? I already told you its void deck.&lt;br /&gt;He said, I was here at 1 - 2 but I couldn't find you guys! I already told you to meet at 2.&lt;br /&gt;I was here at 2+! Nobody! (see how he contradicts himself)&lt;br /&gt;Then why did you switch off your phone when we called you? I called you but you never picked up! (see, now he's avoiding the question)&lt;br /&gt;You said what? You called me? You dare say you called me? (he didn't)&lt;br /&gt;Uh yesterday I call you you also never pick up what! (wtf is he talking about now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just slammed the phone shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I messaged wy. Did he message you to tell you of today's gathering? Yes I heard something about it but he didn't tell me where, when, what place. (and he said wy was ALREADY on the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what kind of NONSENSE this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter side, was chatting with moon this morning. Were just laming as usual, discussing about her $100 and a bear thing (lol), then she said she'd go cook her lunch. Instant noodles. Not gone for 5 mins, she came back, ask me how? Got insect in her noodles! Lol... we started speculating how it got in there, she was saying maybe it GREW in the noodle (yergh), and I thought maybe the factory accidentally sealed an insect inside. Lk (when later I discussed with him) thought maybe while she was gone for 5 mins, the insect dropped in. Anyhow, she threw the noodles away, and regretted throwing food away. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate mac's Grilled Chicken Foldover today. beats KFC's Banditto Pocket anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115969662366931325?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115969662366931325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115969662366931325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/10/liar.html' title='The Liar'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115961901658154414</id><published>2006-09-30T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:23:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Stay Alive today. Not a bad show, but i just find, American horror movies and Asian horror movies - American ones tying to incorporate Asian horror elements (eg Sadako) in, just doesn't work out too well. Scare factor wasn't high. It tried to incorporate some Jumanji (a kind of repetitive sound that suggested horror is round the corner, Jumanji was the drums, this was the controller vibration), threw in Sadakos, Ice Queen (yea the countess was just Ice Queen, in red), a same old storyline (the Countess wanted youth, yadda yadda), and there you have Stay Alive. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lol some parts were funny. Ok 1 part was saddistically funny. Near the start of the movie, the guy burst in on his 2 friends having some private time in the room, and the guy was, by some unexplained reason, a PIG faced mask. Who in heavens has THAT kind of fantasy?? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Bishan to take a walk and have dinner after the movie. KFC had this new Cheezito Pockett (an upgraded version of Banditto, but its CHEESE sauce, not sweet chilli). Cheap, yea. But like what john said, it tasted like diluted cheese (ie Cheese sauce + too much water), and overall, it failed. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please kids, do not try this anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115961901658154414?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115961901658154414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115961901658154414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/watched-stay-alive-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115953916066899037</id><published>2006-09-29T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:13:48.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friday</title><content type='html'>LOl just read esther's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Called Joel for direction to mediabiz studio and he called me old woman...first he said my bag like aunty then now called me old woman...BLEH...go buy one bag for me lol...u think i made of $$ arh??hhahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! Joking la! Lol... say until like I very bad lidat. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called up Kenny to ask for daughter if she can go into the Studios to take photos... he never pick up. Then he messaged me, You called? I said ya, and told him what I needed on sms. Till now haven't reply. -.- Kenny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When daughter called me I was teaching lk guitar. Surprise, he still remember the whole C family chords! He's got a talent for retention of learned stuff I tell ya. Esther asked me where I was? How come she hears strumming? (I originally heard it as THUMPING and I was like, what?) Lol. Taught lk Lemon Tree. The front part of it anyway. Now now, don't get jealous daughter, I'll teach you next time! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my tagboard. Lol I seriously didn't know I posted that entry 5 times! That day blogger was lagging... I uploading it kept showing me 0%~ Not my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw prob watching Stay Alive. Movie buff? Nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115953916066899037?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115953916066899037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115953916066899037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/friday.html' title='A Friday'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115945977351267442</id><published>2006-09-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:09:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woot. Got a new LCD Flat Panel Monitor. No more strenous eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought violin to prac today - For nothing lol! Next time I just bring on Monday la. Been wearing loose jeans the whole day. Brian said, try wearing a kilt. Sarong la. Lol. Good ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol daughter said she's in a bad mood today, but I didn't actually notice. Don't worry about it, really ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li min "forced" me to play Lemon Tree with her until we got it all smooth and right. Ah! Lol. Hey but its a fun song. And daniel. He saw us playing Lemon Tree in the room . He stayed around and listened for a bit, shook his head, and said "Teenagers today ah... (walked away and back) So cute." Then he walked out. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther said she was nervous about her presentation. Got faith in you, all right? You can do it! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm sounds like my dad's gunna buy a car again. (ya again, bought, sold, bought, sold), and my mom encouraged me to go learn driving. Moreover, like my friends all said, the later you learn, the more expensive its gona be. Finding someone to learn with lei... daughter? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, anyone can think of any 1)fun 2)interesting places in TP you like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115945977351267442?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115945977351267442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115945977351267442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/woot.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115934400303403684</id><published>2006-09-27T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:00:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to teach Xue Hua and her bro guitar basics today. Hey I didn't get lost! Probably because its lighted. Lol... Snow princess seriously took her time sia... her bro and I waited downstairs for so long - lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha she learn very fast orh. But learn halfway, started to rain. -.- Lukily the sky lifted after a while. Lol teach them for like, 2 hours... Then wen to eat at S11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seafood noodles I ordered was.. pathetic. No wonder no business there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115934400303403684?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115934400303403684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115934400303403684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/went-to-teach-xue-hua-and-her-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115928248222999926</id><published>2006-09-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:54:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol... daughter (esther) super cheeky sia... I was saying she online le never say hi to me. Just then,  she messaged me on MSN when she was online - when she was going off. So intead of saying hi, she said bye to me, and went off. xD Tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm watched Haunted APartments today. Lol recently alot of ghost movies all is about the same idea huhs... Not a bad show la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabbing Love, Me now. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115928248222999926?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115928248222999926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115928248222999926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115919682036971225</id><published>2006-09-25T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:07:00.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny day</title><content type='html'>Lol my dad was so funny today. He called me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey your new monitor, you want a Silver or a Black one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, Black?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, but I chose a Silver - that ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, sure, ya its ok." Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And daniel. He saw me and esther in the guitar room, and he called us "The Violin Boy! And... Guitar Girl!" Lol! And esther said he looks like he's always black faced and frowning... then just now when she ask him something, he was also giving a frown... then suddenly he turned around and give a big smile, then went back to frowning. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally will have something to do during the hols - Lots of tabbing to do for daughter =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115919682036971225?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115919682036971225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115919682036971225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-day_25.html' title='Funny day'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115919527372087698</id><published>2006-09-25T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:41:14.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny day</title><content type='html'>Lol my dad was so funny today. He called me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey your new monitor, you want a Silver or a Black one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, Black?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, but I chose a Silver - that ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, sure, ya its ok." Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And daniel. He saw me and esther in the guitar room, and he called us "The Violin Boy! And... Guitar Girl!" Lol! And esther said he looks like he's always black faced and frowning... then just now when she ask him something, he was also giving a frown... then suddenly he turned around and give a big smile, then went back to frowning. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally will have something to do during the hols - Lots of tabbing to do for daughter =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115919527372087698?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115919527372087698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115919527372087698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-day.html' title='Funny day'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115905872822915879</id><published>2006-09-24T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T08:47:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AG BBQ</title><content type='html'>Woo! Success. Not a roaring lot of people turned up, but still! Fun. Dam fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Limin at around 2 to collect the satay and otah. Then we were planning to drop off at my place to pick up Daniel's shirt (we printed one more AG shirt for him), and  get the sushi (of which I was supposed to bring both, and I forgot to -.-). But then suddenly naz called, said her parents were 10 mins from the school, and someone gotta go there collect the food. So after consideration, we went to collect the food lo. And we had to wait for Pinwen to come - but yan cheng turned up first, so we went to my place a little earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to see my dog - and the dog kept hugging her leg XD And after picking up the stuff, we cabbed back to school - and that taxi uncle? Eccentric. Loud. Lol! We boarded the cab, and said we were heading for TP. He said where, we said BBQ area. So he said he'll make a call to his friend and see if he can drive us in. And so he did, and it turned out that his friend was the East Gate security guad (he later told us the guard was a taxi driver, got too lazy, and went to be security guard). Once he linked up, he spoke one whole string of hokkien which meant "I have passengers who want to go to the BBQ area, can we go trough the East Gate or what?" and his friend replied with "Simi?" And he was so cross, he said "Dam you I talk for so long you ask me simi" LOL... And the rest of their conversation was pretty much about clarifying the issue of the East Gate security, with the taxi uncle finally saying "Ok shut up. Listen. Can they take the East Gate, or Center Gate?" Lol... Funny la the uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky threatened to rain, but luckily didn't go further than a drizzle. Lol the fire in the bbq pits were so sad... Until more charcoal came, and daniel arrived. And the otahs! You can cook them till the leaves go black but the inside is still raw. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherman and Bryan and I were like all so crappy. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real fun only actually began when the games started. Before that it was just sitting around talking. Well, there was double wacko (special thanks to Zhiwei that I didn't get to be wacker once) - only me and Esther had a clean record of not being the wacker once at all. Derrick got the forfeit - I suggested pole dance, and they all agreed - then Sherman sabotaged me to be the pole. Oh man. Derrick didn't know how to pole dance, and it ended up with SHerman wanting to demonstrate - I got himt o be the pole, and I demonstrate. Lol felt so silly after doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had pinwen's C&amp;amp;C game. Our base was at Koi Pond, and we left Derrick there to guard, with almost all the cards. Then me, Sherman, naz, Jacky all went to find - Our clue was "A happening place". The funniest thing was, we were at Sports Complex, and after planning, I was saying, Lets Go, I turned around, and went right smack in a pillar. -.- Anyway we tried Design, Library, Sports Complex. And we were like really into the game, prowling around... And then we saw them at the Drinks dispensing machine there. We decided to send naz and Jacky (cos they kept wanting to eat XD) to go run into the open, me and sherman try to find a way around. And then, trying to get around, we actually ran into Esther and Sherry outside, near Block D area. (I could see them from the distance - Like I said, one looks like the miniature version of another =P) But I felt stranger why they didn't engage. Then Sherman saw the 3 guys outside. Wow it was one hell of a stressful and strategising moment man. Lol... But anyway, due to unclear game rules, we lost. Cos they were in a group of 3, and they got to derrick first, so it was thought they can keep engaging him till he lost. And their base was actually at Sports Hall - we went there so many times! But the Sports hall was so dark. And so big!Haha... Nvm. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I remember, Ken was saying the stingray bones can be eaten, and he was eating them. And  I said he can go Fear Factor - then Esther said , think he sure will lose. So I said, ya, it'll be like "Here's your challenge - a sausage of worms!" Ken" "Uh..." *faints on the table* XD The first ever on Fear Factor series. Haha... See daughter learn from dad orh, also indirectly insult people now... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off at around 11+... Haha, all so tired. Next thursday practice Zhiwei suggested it to be outdoors - it'll be fun! Lol... we should have more outings (thinking of the next one).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115905872822915879?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115905872822915879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115905872822915879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/ag-bbq.html' title='AG BBQ'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115873890957465935</id><published>2006-09-20T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:55:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of SIP!</title><content type='html'>Yay! 6 months of SIP - FINALLY OVER!! Clearing leave the next 2 days. Shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss anything in Motorola? Well I don't know. A few months down, maybe I'll know. But no more going to Yio Chu Kang every morning and back to Bedok every evening! Relaxation~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 1 more month of hols ahead. Must enjoy. Must recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for tuition jobs at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AG bbq this saturday 4 - 9 - and we still haven't decided WHO's gonna bring the bee hoon. But at least, me and naz going to shop for the food tomorrow. My dear vice president already flew off, when she was supposed to be in charge of planning -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115873890957465935?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115873890957465935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115873890957465935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-day-of-sip.html' title='Last day of SIP!'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115850324894441484</id><published>2006-09-17T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:27:28.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went Pasir Ris Park today with the guys today to blade. Or teach them how to blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet aching! But so fun. Lk caught the gist in no time - I was saying, he's got like 80% - 90% of what I have to teach. Ch did great, just needs to keep his legs together more. But LYE - Fallen King we call him. It was falling for him from the start - to the end. Lol. But he did try hard, and I'm sure he's learned quite a fair bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weather wasn't too bad today. Windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol but nothing beats yesterday. Watched Forbidden Siren - ok I suggest, if you played the game, and want to watvch the movie, I don't blame you. But if you're watching it as a horror movie, forget it. No wonder GV didn't have it showing in their cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, someone invited Nick. Like what Lk said - if you all don't like him, why invite him?! Somebody went and asked him to come join us. After the movie, I was pressing Star to return me 9.50, and Nick said at some point of time that he was going to buy something, and asked us to wait for him. But somehow we just followed whoever started walking, and went off without him. Then he called Lye, and came over, and started getting all pissed. Lol. Like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my weekend. Next week - after Wed, I'm free! Yay! SIP is finally over. *thinks of SIP report* Aw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115850324894441484?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115850324894441484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115850324894441484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/went-pasir-ris-park-today-with-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115803649912263077</id><published>2006-09-12T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:48:19.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy day at the AMK NPP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/953/1600/12-09-06_1229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/953/320/12-09-06_1229.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bicycles gets stolen a SECOND time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a norm for banglas to steal newer looking bikes at MRT Stations.  Even the  police officer said so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/953/1600/12-09-06_1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/953/320/12-09-06_1230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. What can I do? As it is, they tell me, the chances of revovering the bike is really low, though there IS a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck even, 1 in 1 million is a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than not reporting at all, which then the chance is zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, during the time I was there making the report, I heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cheat case&lt;br /&gt;- Theft case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another guy who called in to enquire about his missing bicycle case (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy next to me got his CAR stolen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Chinese guys came in to surrender, think they were illegal immigrants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Chinese looking guy running a sort of cash company came in with loads of paper evidence to report of some guy in his company who was stealing cash bundles (I thought he would have better gone to the CPIB - Corruption Practices Investigation Bureau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some guy calling in to say he suspected his neighbour of stealing bicycles and would like the&lt;br /&gt; police to raid his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police force seems to be hardly able to do much about bangla theft cases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115803649912263077?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115803649912263077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115803649912263077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/busy-day-at-amk-npp.html' title='busy day at the AMK NPP'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115794649383319530</id><published>2006-09-11T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:54:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irrational, the Inexplicable</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, love can be so, out of expectations. Even though you tell yourself, its not going to happen, its not what you can accept - but truth is, when it comes, nobody can stop it. That feeling that takes over is omnipotent; it defies logic, but yet you know, it is in you, and it is a feeling you want to keep in you, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And for the second time in my life / I wept, in my pillow &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True feelings, or love, can trespass all boundaries. A saying repeated a thousand times, yet, how many truly can understand its true meaning? And appreciate it for what it is worth? The society shuns and disbelieves "untraditional" ways of getting into relationships and union, such as online relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truly, who defines what is "traditional"? Who is to judge whether "untraditional" relationships are right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the moment / Nothing else mattered&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I look beyond the surface, and search within, following my feelings, I allow it to surge through me, like a wave; and I discover, in truth, boundaries have been crossed, and all stereotypes I thought I had were broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have never been as serious about this / Till I met you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For feelings to develop into something real, there is always a need for reciprocracy. Words may sound cliche, but as long as it comes out true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you were busy training and didn't seem to bother about me / I feel so alone&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is always essential in a relationship. I can't feel, hear, nor see through the veil; the only way is through words. Silence can also speak; but silence can be assigned also a variety of other meanings, and reading into it may cause unecessary misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it has always been in history, any new aspect or region in any field would be shunned by traditionalists as "untraditional", and "unbelievable". However, as sociologist studies would reveal, a large percentage of the population are in fact, resistant or suspicious, and not quick to embrace change and innovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What then matters most, is what YOU truly think; what YOU believe - for that is all that is needed for faith to succeed, or fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise you, I'll never neglect you again / I'll never let you go again&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realisations. Oh, I love these moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115794649383319530?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115794649383319530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115794649383319530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/09/irrational-inexplicable.html' title='The Irrational, the Inexplicable'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115674531124914903</id><published>2006-08-28T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:27:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>where I suddenly was walking halfway, and dawned on a realisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its probably nothing to others, and happen all the time, but I just realised a change in me, which, either began, or got amplified since the China Study Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in fact, I find myself becoming more open-minded than I've ever been. Or at least, in a physical aspect, especially towards food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my mom made this gluttinous rice wine - which consisted of cooked gluttinous rice, wine biscuits and some I dunno what, red stuff, and leaving it there for 30 days for the wine to ferment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea sounds like drinking rot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, (to my mild surprise) I took the initiative to pour myself a drink from that. Well ok, it looks like the colour of ketchup, but it tastes mildly sweet in the mouth, and the aftertaste is stronger, but warming. Great drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my mom said, the residue, meaning the glog of rotted rice and stuff, is often used by people to do cooking later to be eaten. I actually don't mind trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115674531124914903?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115674531124914903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115674531124914903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115658910926651323</id><published>2006-08-26T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:46:36.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my</title><content type='html'>Talking Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNVRSO5YOQA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNVRSO5YOQA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iV6DQuEh4UQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iV6DQuEh4UQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115658910926651323?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115658910926651323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115658910926651323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-my.html' title='Oh my'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115638496486963218</id><published>2006-08-24T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:02:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;What befalls this man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which causes, much confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he really desires, that which is, not strongly burning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white, pure frost flakes of the winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheery blossoms of the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or indeed, a farfetched and uncertain reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A choice the man cannot feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true answer from the depths of his true feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a choice at all? Perhaps it is, akin a flower to bud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a realisation yet to dawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often has he lost himself and allowed subconcious to take over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet sleep cometh and he dreams many dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of which a materialisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he will not / can not move forward without a clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road that stretches out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled with fantasies; turns; and many paths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart is not yet his vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a blind man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115638496486963218?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115638496486963218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115638496486963218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-befalls-this-man-that-which.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115629813252265684</id><published>2006-08-23T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:55:32.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/953/1600/23-08-06_0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/953/320/23-08-06_0909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol POPi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention, I got this on my desk one fine morning a while back. I feel so proud?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115629813252265684?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115629813252265684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115629813252265684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/08/lol-popi.html' title=''/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115621364376617135</id><published>2006-08-22T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:27:23.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constructive&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Destructive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can give opinions and critisize just about anything (notice how everyone suddenly becomes artists themselves when you show them artworks), but HOW MANY can actually suggest better? Or suggest anything at all? How many can actually come up with the design?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115621364376617135?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115621364376617135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115621364376617135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/08/be.html' title='Be...'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11643227.post-115600115540222128</id><published>2006-08-19T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:20:59.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a good thing</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling, truly,  light-hearted, and in good spirits lately. Like really, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't felt like this in a while I guess? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" And she descended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akin a skylark, or rather a beautiful sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Into the plane of existence which I dwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puts the darkness behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt, to her, a sense of longing, a sense of euphoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lift me on thy wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And fly, far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carried on the breeze, the rays of shifting reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fairy tales."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11643227-115600115540222128?l=matianshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115600115540222128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11643227/posts/default/115600115540222128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matianshi.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-good-thing.html' title='Its a good thing'/><author><name>hOrse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917936027941618023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
